"Raymond E. Feist - Faerie Tale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

shapes, dark and terrible in their deformity, appeared be-
yond the end of the bunks, as if reaching up blindly for
something, followed an instant later by a misshapen mask
of terror and hate, a black, twisted visage with impossible
eyes, black opal irises surrounded by a yellow that
seemed to glow in the gloom. Sean screamed.

Suddenly Patrick was awake and shouting and an in-
stant later Gloria was standing in the door turning on the
lights.

Phil was a moment behind, and Gabbie's voice came
through the door of her room. "What's going on?"

Gloria reached up and hugged Sean. "What is it,
honey?"

"Something. . . ." began Sean. Unable to continue,
he pointed. Phil made a display of investigating the room
while Gloria calmed the frightened boy. Gabbie stuck her
head in the room and said, "What's going on?" She wore
the oversized UCLA T-shirt she used as a nightgown.

With a mixture of contempt and relief in his voice,
Patrick said, "Sean's had a nightmare."

His brother's tone of disdain caused Sean to react. "It
wasn't a dream! There was something in the room!"

"Well," said Phil, "whatever it was, it's gone."

"Honey, it was just a bad dream."

"It was not," said Sean, halfway between frustrated
tears at not being believed and a fervent hope they were
right.

"You just go back to sleep and I'll stay here until you
do. Okay?"

Sean seemed unconvinced, but said, " 'Kay." He set-

tled in and began to accept the idea he had been dream-
ing. With his mother nearby and the light on, the black
face seemed a nightmare design, not a thing of solid exis-
tence.

"Broth-er," said Patrick in disgust. He rolled over and
made a display of needing no such reassurance.