"Brooks,.Terry.-.Word03.-.Angel.Fire.East" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)

time of worship. Take what comfort you can in the moment, I say.
Ours is a restless, dissatisfied world , full of uncertainties and
calamities and impending disasters, and we would do well to be
mindful of the fact that small steps and little cautions are always
prudent."

It wasn't so much the words themselves, but the way in which he
spoke them that aroused a vague uneasiness in Nest. He made it
sound more like an admonition than the reassurance it was
intended to be.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Gask?" she asked , anxious for him to
get to the point.

His head cocked slightly to one side. "I'm looking for a man," he
said. "His name is John Ross. "

Nest started visibly, unable to hide her reaction. John Ross. She
hadn't seen or communicated with him for more than ten years.
She hadn't even heard his name spoken by anyone but Pick.

"John Ross," she repeated flatly. Her uneasiness heightened.

The old man smiled. "Has he contacted you recently, M i ss
Freemark? Has he phoned or written you of late?"

She shook her head no. "Why would he do that, Mr. Gask? "

The smile broadened, as if to underline the silliness of such a
question. The watery gray eyes peered over her shoulder
speculatively. "Is he here already, Miss Freemark? "

A hint of irritation crept into her voice. "Who are you, Mr. Gask?
Why are you interested in John Ross? "

"I already told you who I am, Miss Freemark. I am a minister of the
faith. As for my interest in Mr. Ross, he has something that belongs
to me."

She stared at him. Something wasn't right about this. The air about
her warmed noticeably, changed color and taste and texture. She
felt a roiling inside, where Wraith lay dormant and dangerously
ready, the protector chained to her soul.

"Perhaps we could talk inside?" Findo Gask suggested.

He moved as if to enter her home, a subtle shift of weight from one
foot to the other, and she found herself tempted simply to step
aside and let him pass. But she held her ground, the uneasiness
becoming a tingling in the pit of her stomach. She forced herself to