"Dragon - 02 - Dragon's Heir" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dafoe Sierra)

young artist whoТd eked a living from painting pictures of the dragons sheТd always
fantasized about. In fact, she was Elara Southerlin, daughter of the Dragon Queen
Melgara who sat on the high marble throne of Wind Castle, and the reason why sheТd
always fantasized about dragons was the same as the reason sheТd instinctively loved
the wind -- she was a dragon herself.

At times, Lara could hardly resist the urge to pinch herself. How good could life
possibly get?

Flexing her shoulder muscles, she swept downward, intensely conscious of the
keen mountain air beneath her wings bearing her up as tangibly as water rushing under
the hull of a ship. Behind her, Rand flew steadily, his massive red wings sweeping the
air in powerful strokes. On her left and a dragon length above, Darrek knifed, as black
and deadly as a hawk, through the cerulean sky.

Just for fun, Lara darted ahead, grinning at the scowl in DarrekТs onyx eyes as,
with the merest flick of her wings, she shot past him.

Until Darrek and Rand had shown up at the door of her modest rented cottage
on Cape Cod, Lara had had no idea who -- or what -- she was. In a ploy to end the
decades-long feud between their two clans, Melgara had hidden her infant daughter on
Earth and then, twenty years later, had sent the dark, tempestuous Hausther heir and
the massive, redheaded Rand to find her and compete for her affections. The one who
won her would become her husband, while the other would be banished forever.


That had been the plan, anyway.

Lara chuckled to herself as Darrek, unwilling to be outdone in anything, arrowed
after her. Dancing on the wind, she glided before him, banking on a thermal to cut
directly across his path. She laughed as he fumbled midair, swerving awkwardly to
avoid her. The blade-like barbs running the length of his spine bristled in irritation.

Below them, Rand continued steadily on, watching their antics with a fond,
amused eye.

Spreading her wings, Lara soared higher into the glistening sky. Behind her,
steep, forested mountainsides rose northward toward the harsh, craggy ranges of the
Hausther domain, where she and Rand had just spent the past fourteen days with
DarrekТs clan. And before her, the river Andida sparkled, snaking its way through the
verdant central hills of Djarera, with here and there a lake gleaming in the distance.

There was a wildness in flying, a heady exhilaration that stirred her to her very
core. Feeling the wind stroke along her body, she wondered, and not for the first time,
what it would be like to mate as a dragon -- to couple midair, feeling her lover thrust
into her with every mighty beat of his wings.

The idea was intoxicating, almost hypnotic. She could feel him, the phantom
dragon who mounted her, his wing strokes matching hers as together they glided,
soaring on the winds of a passion so intense it left her breathless with desireЕ