"Evans,.Linda.-.Far.Edge.Of.Darkness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Linda)

snatch of music that matched her mood. When would Rod Serling
step out from wherever it was dead TV MCs went and say
something appropriate about the mess her life was in? Maybe he
could tell her the last three months had been a nothing more than a
terrible delusion, caused by some foreign germ to which she had
no resistance.

Yeah, right. And Tony Bartlett really is the answer to your dreams.

Another column of nightmarish pink slammed into the crest of the
hill. Sibyl jumped, so badly the car swerved toward a ditch. Cattle
egrets took wing in a blur of pink-edged white as she dragged
Nuggie back on course. The storm grew madder with each shaky
breath. I'm not panicked, I'm not . . . But with the whole sky on fire
like the edge of a Tesla ball, she could imagine driving over the top
of this hill into anything at all: a black-sand beach beside an
ammonia sea, even a stampeding herd of tyrannosaurs.

Come to think of it, a T. rex might be useful. One little enough to fit
in Wilkins' office. Yeah, that'd be just about right.

Anger simmered to a boil again. Tony Bartlett's mocking grin
floated in front of her eyes. She dragged the back of one hand
over her cheek and said an ugly word aloud. At least her
grandmother hadn't lived to see this. Had Sibyl not been Cora
Johnson's granddaughter, the shattering end of everything she had
worked for might have destroyed her. Granny not only would've
understood, she probably would've been in Nuggie's passenger
seat, ready, willing, and able to do battle.

And Granny Johnson would've had that rifle, tooЧthe one Sibyl
had sold right after the funeral so it wouldn't be in the house, the
one she'd never understood the need for, propped so sinisterly in
her grandmother's bedroom corner next to the quilt stand. She
growled aloud another word which would've shocked her
grandmother speechless. When Sibyl got to campus, there was
going to be a storm in the chairman's office, one to match the
gullywasher brewing overhead, and only an act of God would
prevent it!

She gritted her teeth. I'd have saved myself a lot of grief if I'd lived
up to my ancient namesakes. Rome's famous sibyls, priestesses
of the Magna MaterЧthe Phrygian Great Goddess CybeleЧhad
read portents that revealed the future.

"Some oracle I turned out to be." Sibyl wiped her cheek fiercely.
"Displayed all the clairvoyance of a rock, didn't we, Sib?"

She should've seen through all that flattering swill Bartlett had fed
her. She was a good student and motivated, but not brilliantЧand