"Edghill,.Rosemary.-.Empty.Crown.Trilogy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Edghill Rosemary)

("But you were mugged," said Ruth, speaking out for the first time.)
"But I was mugged, as you say, when I was not above half-an-hour in
this world, and the villains, charmed by what ill stars I know not,
took from me the one thing I would not willingly have given them.

"And here, in the ruin of all my hopes and the destruction of my Line,
begins your own horror, my mortal friends.

"The Sword of Maiden's Tears is forged with a great magic, that no one
save the Morning Lords can wield it. Yet it has been taken from me by
a man of mortal kind, and so I tell you that soon he will begin to prey
upon his former kindred, shunning the light, and unslayable save by
that very sword which shall be until his death his dearest treasure.

"There are no others of my kind in this world, I fear, yet only my
blood may wield the Sword safely. I do not speak of the disaster
fallen upon Line Rohannan, for its weaving none of the Seven Houses had
a hand in and that weaving may even now be past all unraveling. I
speak only of the evil to fall upon your kind, here and now in this new
York city, should the Sword remain in those hands which have stolen it,
and do I fail to recover it.

"Do I not regain the Sword of Maiden's Tears, my friends, your race is
doomed."

Ruth Amid the Alien Corn

"GREAT GOING, GUY-and I bet Ruthie here believes every word," Philip
said, with a wholly spurious enthusiasm. "So you're an elf with a
magic sword, huh?" he added, smiling patronizingly.

Ruth prepared to leap to Melior's defense, but she needn't have
bothered.

"Were I an elf with a magic sword, young Philip, I would have no
despite save that my visit to your pleasant realm was to be so short.

And do you choose to call Rohannan Melior liar and warlock, pray do so
openly, lest he call you coward."

"Hey, nothing personal, Elfie," Philip said, holding his hands up in a
mocking gesture of surrender.

"Get a life, Philip," Naomi said without heat. "Now, Melior, as far as
I understand it, you aren't here by choice. You ran into a booby trap
of some kind that dropped you in the middle of New York, and then you
got mugged, and when you were mugged you lost this ceremonial sword
which, according to you, will do something pretty awful to whoever has
it."