"Dance of the Rings 3 - Ring of Destiny" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)

Release.
Mikhyel.
My name is Mikhyel.
Isolation.
She . . . is . . . Temorii.
And the mountain stopped breathing.
Chapter One

Night gave way reluctantly to morning. The glitter in the
misty air confused the transition, making ghosts of the rows
of field tents, corpses of the blanket-wrapped bodies lit-
tering the ground outside the tents.
Assuming, of course, those erstwhile soldiers weren't, in
fact, dead and that Ganfrion of No Family and No Node
wasn't the only man still living on this hell-blasted moun-
tainsidea mountainside with the unmitigated gall to ap-
pear, in dawn's light, as if it were a perfectly ordinary
mountain meadow bathed in a perfectly ordinary Khora-
mali summer morning.
But hellfire had filled that deceptively innocent sky last
night. Throughout the midnight hours, blasts of energy that
owed nothing to the honest blaze of gunpowder or the ex-
hilarating song of steel had blazed an unnatural iridescent
web from the northeast to southwest: that was to say, be-
tween the cities of Khoratum to Rhomatum, as any man
here knew. It had been a battle between node cities, more
specifically, a battle between Towers, a battle the likes of
which he had never heard, a battle in which these men had
had no part, but a battle that, in its aftermath, had rained
who-knew-what down on their heads all night, here in the
open as they'd slept . . . having been given license by their
commanding officer, Deymorin Rhomandi dunMheric, the
Rhomandi himself, to leave their underground haven.
License to leave when they damnwell should have been
ordered to stay in the limestone caverns nearly encircling
the campgrounds until the world was normal again. Why
else had they chosen this cave-riddled spot for their semi-
permanent base camp all those months ago?
Lightning, a part of him answered his own question. He'd
been here when they'd laid out this camp, begun its two
permanent structures, the field hospital and the granary.
They'd had no idea, not even the slightest suspicion, that
they'd need protection against anything other than the wild
storms that raged regularly in the Khoramali. They'd set
the lines of the camp relative to the caves with those
wicked storms in mind, protecting their supplies from deer
and lightning, not . . . leythium.
That's what they had had in mind, those men who had
located and surveyed this site, but he wouldn't hazard a
guess as to what the Rhomandi had suspected. Not