"David,.Peter.-.Sir.Apropos.3.-.Tong.Lashing" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

misadventures I wound up fleeing the state of Isteria altogether, in the company
of a magic user named Sharee.
Sharee...
Odd. I thought we'd wind up together.
As I write about my life with the comfortable distance of years between my
foolish youth and my positively imbecilic old age, I have come to realize that
not only did I expect our union would be the case, but I'm disappointed it
didn't turn out that way. I think my life would have been much better had it
happened.
I thought Sharee and I would become a couple. I've no idea whether that meant we
would have grown old together, indulged each other's foibles and growing
infirmities together. Become progressively sick of each other and yet remained
together out of a sense of mindless devotion, stale affection, or perhaps simply
inertia.
Yes, well... even my nostalgia tends to find itself devolving toward
unpleasantries. When presented with the question of whether a glass is half full
or half empty, I instead dwell on why there wasn't enough liquid available to
fill it up in the first place.
Still, Sharee was... quite something. A weatherweaver she was, capable of
manipulating weather threads in a most expert and occasionally lethal fashion.
With black hair and flashing gray eyes, Sharee floated in and out of my life
like a butterfly with razor-sharp wings. Our longest separationЧup until the
time when she left me prior to this narrativeЧoccurred when I was a victim of a
sort of temporary memory loss and had become a ruthless warlord (or "peacelord"
as I called myself) in an unforgiving land called Wuin. Sharee was one of a
group of insurrectionists who sought to put an end to my career through the
expedient means of putting an end to me. This plan ran aground when my
invincibility was revealed to all and sundry, and from that point on, nothing
and no one was capable of stopping me.
Except someone did.
I won't go into detail about it at this point, for the tale was already told
once, and I see no reason to cover the gruesome details a second time. Suffice
to say thatЧas is not uncommon in my varied and sordid adventuresЧa goodly
number of people died, and there was much collateral carnage and mayhem.
The grisly business concluded, it was a rather odd trio who set across the land
of Wuin, hoping to leave the destruction behind us... along with a devastating
talisman of extraordinary chaos. But I wanted nothing to do with it, despite the
fact that it gave me almost limitless power.
I think, in an odd way, that my decision made me more attractive to Sharee.
Certainly after the incident with the gemЧthe Eye of the Beholder, as it was
calledЧshe treated me in a marginally more kindly fashion. She kept her ready
tongue and sharp sense of humor, but when she turned her swordlike wit upon me,
it was to poke gently rather than to stab. Likewise the barbs that I had once
hurled at her were no longer coated with the venom that had used to adorn them.
Plus our new spirit of cooperation might have been aided by the third member of
our most unusual trio.
That third member was a drabit, a small, feathered, dragonlike creature that had
taken to me during my incarnation as a peacelord. The name I'd given him, or
perhaps he'd always possessed, was "Mordant." He didn't speak, naturally, since
he was simply a dumb animal, although I would oftentimes find it disconcerting