"Devon, Georgina - Lady of the Night" - читать интересную книгу автора (Devon Georgina)

lady of the night
by
unknown


Chapter 1

In the beginning there was nothing. An absence of form and sound. An
absence of pain and fear. She created the void, and the void was
good.

Then there was the voice.

The voice was life. It was life calling back life. And the voice
would not be silenced.

The voice moved through the shattered wreckage that had once been a
soul, slowly weaving it back together. I will not be denied, it
insisted. Once again, you will exist.

Then, as always, the voice was extinguished.

The young woman opened her eyes and there was light. It beat against
her eyeballs with an intensity that sent shivers of pain dancing
through her body. Pain. Pain was familiar and to be avoided.

Protecting herself instinctively, she sought the darkness. But this
time there was no escape.

When she reopened her eyes, they were wide in helpless terror. Words
formed to summon back the void, but words spun it farther away. Please.
Please. Not again. Each word

Lady of the Night brought her closer to reality. Each word burned away
another layer of the mist that cloaked her vision.

Finally, there was sight. On a stark white backdrop lay a hand. The
fingers were long and graceful, with nails cut to the-quick. As she
watched, the hand moved convulsively, forming a fist, then relaxed.
Over and over it practiced until , as if now ready for the long
journey, it moved toward her hair.

Suspended in midair the searching fingers stilled. It's not too late,
the woman called into The darkness. But the blessed darkness was gone.
She was irrevocably alive.

Her hand found her head. Trembling fingers fluttered through the
impossibly short strands that layered it. Slowly, inch by inch, she
covered her scalp, coming to rest on a thin scar that zigzagged from
her forehead to the middle of her skull. Her body twitching in terror,