"C. S. Friedman - Coldfire 3 - Crown of Shadows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friedman C. S)

He sat back, trying not to think of those days. The fear. The suspicion. If he had known then what he
knew now-that Tarrant had sold them out in order to get them closer to the enemy, close enough to
strike- would it have made a difference? The enemy had offered Gerald Tarrant true immortality. Could
Damien have ever felt confident that the Hunter would refuse it?

Probably not, he reflected. Who could have foreseen that in the end the Hunter's vanity would prove
more powerful than his lust for immortality? That the thought of seeing his proudest creation destroyed
was as abhorrent to him as seeing his family line extinguished? Both were his children, were they not? The
last remains of his life-blood on Erna. Was it any wonder that he loved the Church as much as he hated
it, and had crafted a false treachery to entrap the man who stood poised to destroy it?

Immortality. Life as a god, unthreatened by any fear of divine retribution. Damien could never look at the
Hunter again without remembering that choice. He could never again pretend that he understood Gerald
Tarrant, or the balance of forces which moved him. Not after that.

With a sigh he took up his pen again, and started to write.

We determined that the Prince of this land was our enemy, allied according to sorcerous custom with a
demon who served his will. Alas, I wish the truth were that simple. Such an alliance might have provided
a more finite enemy, concrete enough to destroy-or at least weaken-in a single battle. What we
discovered instead was that the man who called himself the Undying Prince was no more than one pawn
in a vast demonic enterprise, whose stakes are the very souls of mankind. And though we freed that land
and its sister to the north of the

demon's immediate influence, I fear it was only the opening move in a vast and terrible game.

These are the things we now know about our true enemy, a demon of such strength and subtlety that he
may well prove to be the single greatest threat facing man on Erna: He calls himself Calesta in this time
and place, but there are men who call him by other names, and some who worship him as a god. He is a
true demon in power and bearing, meaning that he can interact with humans as subtly and complexly as
though he were human himself. He is capable of forming illusions so convincing that not all of the Hunter's
power can see through them, and of maintaining such illusions over long periods of time. He is from the
demon family called Iezu, and like all Iezu he is immune to the normal vehicles of demonic control; as of
yet we know of no certain means by which to contain him. Lastly, he feeds (as all the Iezu do) upon the
emotional energies of mankind, preferring the sharp repast of human sadism to the gentler emotions which
some of his brethren relish.

It has been said that demons live for the moment, that they lack any ability to pursue-or even grasp the
concept of-long-term goals. That is certainly not true in this case. Calesta means to remake our world,
and from what I have seen in the eastlands I can only say, with a shudder, that he is clearly capable of
doing so. We were witness to his effectiveness in the east, where his machinations plunged a land of
devout and hopeful people into a nightmare holocaust whose horrors defy description. 1 can only pray
that the steps we took to counteract his efforts remain successful. So many souls, to be sacrificed to the
hunger of one demon! Never was there better illustration of why our Church is needed on this world, and
why the sword and the springbolt and the gun and the shield are no more than shadows of the only true
weapon on Erna, which is faith.

Thus it is that I return to you, my heart heavy with its burden of knowledge. Be assured that in this war I
shall be our most vigilant soldier, until