"Carver, Jeffrey A - Parrone - The Dragons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carver Jeffrey A)

colored bolos danced in the air as someone helped KanKon to his feet.
"Sorry, there. Just lost m@lost my-ah hell!" Kan-Kon moaned,
peering with chagrin into his now-empty mug.
"I think you've had a little too much to drink, old man," said the
one who was supporting him. "You tell enough of those stories, and
sooner or later you're going to start believing them."
Kan-Kon grunted, wounded. "Yeah, I guess so. Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, what do you think you're doing'?"

The hand supporting him wasn't just holding him up; it was propelling
him toward the exit. A rising tide of hoots seemed to add impetus to
the movement, and before he could fight back, he felt more hands
pushing him toward the back door.
"Hey! Listen, you miserable " he squawked, struggling to dig in his
heels. But there was no stopping the movement now. The crowd surged
and flowed like the currents of the Flux, making room for his passage.
"Good night, Tin Can!" someone yelled as the door opened before him.
He felt a final shove at his back, and he stumbled out the door and
fell to his hands and knees in the alleyway.
He raised his head and looked back indignantly. The door slammed
shut, muffling the sounds of laughter. He hadn't exactly played the
crowd tonight, had he? The stupid drunken sots. Didn't they know he
was telling them the truth, and it was important? Were they too blind
to see?
He sighed and lowered his head again, praying that the spinning would
stop. Maybe he'd had a little too much to drink. But so what?
He felt tears begin to well in his eyes, and the rest of the words
rose suddenly, unbidden, in his throat, and he croaked them into the
empty alleyway: "From that one comes a beginning!
From that one comes an ending!"
He raised his voice to a shout.
"And you can bet your ass the realm will tremble!"
Sighing in bitter triumph, he pushed himself back onto his feet and
staggered away into the night.
Chapter 1
DRAGONS IN THE REALM LIGHTNING FLASHED in the sky like a demon's
breath, splitting the night air with great jagged thrusts, hammering
the vale with thunder. It was unnatural, WingTouch thoughtthat

lightning, driven by a power no dragon could comprehend. All the
dragons had felt its sting. Those who confronted it directly were
burned from the sky. Those who lacked the courage, or perhaps the
foolhardiness to stay in the battle, had already lied.
WingTouch fought to remain airborne in the tossing winds. Even here
at the edge of the skirmish, the very air had become an adversary,
turned against them by the devilish power of the Enemy. How could he
fight a storm like this? All he could do was tumble through the
maelstrom of wind, ignoring all else but the need to destroy the
creatures who were attacking the valley.
Something blacker than the night passed before him, and he