"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 02 - Bloood Heresy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

Timon of being as fond of Isranon as the nibari were.

"I don't owe you anything, Timon," she muttered, folding the paper and walking out. "So why in hell's
name, am I going to warn you?"

Zinzi remained true to Hoon in his absence because of old business between her and Timon. During a
time when Timon had turned away from love, Zinzi had fallen in love with him and pursued him, only to
discover that Timon was homosexual. For the first century afterward, she had hated him, betraying him to
his father at every turn. But Zinzi had mellowed toward him.

She found him in his office, reading one of those new books printed on a dwarven contraption. Eventually
that would put their nibari copiers out of business and cost them a large measure of income. Fortunately
the printers were not widespread yet. Zinzi only knew of three of them in the outlands.

"Zinzi, what are you doing here?" Timon asked, marking his place with an attached bit of ribbon and
laying the book aside.

She extended the paper to him. "I don't owe you. But here. This went to your father today."

"Zinzi, I never meant to--"

She cut him off. "Don't start. I thought about it all the way down. I always do. The centuries aren't going
to change it."

Timon gave a nod and accepted the paper. He stiffened as he read. "My father will be angry."

Zinzi shrugged. "That's what I thought."

"Thank you."

Zinzi gave a snort. "Hmpf. Don't thank me. I don't do you any favors. Call it my good deed of the
century."

Timon's expression turned considering. "I haven't been giving him extras."
"Then you've been turning your back while Anksha has. I am certain of it."

"Guilty."

"You know that if your father orders me to visit him in the night, I will. I don't care what you feel toward
him." She flexed her hand and brought forth her claws with their venom. "It will be over very fast and
there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"Go away, Zinzi. I have had enough of this. I never meant to hurt you."

Timon sat with the paper in his hands for a long time after Zinzi left. Finally, he crumpled it up and tossed
it in a woven basket beside the desk to be added to a buried trash pile beyond the walls. Now he had
more to worry about and he had not even had time to verify what Anksha had told him concerning the
purity of Isranon. He could not wait much longer on that. It had to be done soon. If it proved true, then
he would have more reasons to offer for preserving Isranon. Reasons, justifications? What were they
really? Timon wondered.