"Fitch-SarahAtTheTidePool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitch Marina)

Sarah pulls away from him. His trembling fingers rake her arm as he tries to
hold onto her. She steps out of reach. "Yes," she says, "as they were supposed
to."

He quivers, his eyes narrowed with contempt. He sets his feet wide apart to
brace himself, then lunges toward her, only to close as a spasm folds him around
his chest and stomach. His eyes open wide with shock and understanding. He
crumples slowly at her feet, tearing at his rib cage with his fingers, the skin
shredding beneath his nails. A strangled scream escapes him before his eyes roll
up into his head.

"I set my glands to secrete outward," Sarah says. She turns away from him. It
will be an hour before she can remove the skin safely. She sits beside the tide
pool, peering down into the watery world. At the lip of the pool, the hermit
crab claws its way out of the water and onto the rock. It races away from her
until a wave foams over the rock and sucks the little crab out to sea.