"Elliott,.Kate.-.Crown.Of.Stars.3.-.Burning.Stone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elliott Kate) and this fire shone from within the crown. He knew then it was
no Quman campsiteЧthey were far too superstitious to venture into such a haunted place. He crept closer on his hands and knees. Grass pricked his hands. The moon set as the first faint wash of light spread along the eastern horizon. The fire blazed higher and yet higher until his eyes stung from its glare. When he came to the nearest stone, he hid behind its bulk and peeked around. That harsh glare was no campfire. Within the ring of stones stood a smaller upright stone, no taller or thicker than a man. And it burned. Stone could not burn. Reflexively, he touched the wooden Circle of Unity he still wore. He would have prayed, but the Quman had taken his faith together with so much else. A woman crouched beside . She had the well-rounded curves of a creature that eats as much as it wants, and the sleek power of a predator, muscular and quick. Her hair had the same color as the height of flame that cast a net of fire into sheen of flame, and she wore necklaces that glittered and sparked under the light of that unearthly fire. Witchfire. She swayed, rocking from heel to heel as she chanted in a low voice. The stone flared so brightly that his eyes teared, but he could not look away. He saw through as through a gateway, saw another country, heard it, a place more shadow than real, as faint as the spirit world his ancient grandmother had told tales about but with the sudden gleam of color, bright feathers, white shells, a trail of dun-colored earth, a sharp whistle like that of a bird. Then the vision vanished, and the stone snuffed out as though a blanket of earth thrown on the fire had smothered it. Stone and fire both were utterly gone. A moment later the lick and spit of everyday flame flowered into life. The woman fed a common campfire with dried dung and twigs. As soon as it burned briskly, she made a clucking |
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