"Esther M. Friesner - Chicks 05 - Turn The Other Chick" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

"Wait!" Suzanne once more followed Calliope, to where the Muse hovered near a barrel of rusty
weapons. "These don't look all that good."

"The price is right. Try that one with the nicks in the guard."

Suzanne hefted the blade doubtfully, then smiled as it seemed to fit herself to her hand. "It is nice! I think
its name is Guardian."

"Guardian? Good. You'll need one of those."

"I thought youтАФ"

"I'm a Muse, not a Guardian." Calliope waited with every sign of impatience while Suzanne paid for her
purchases, then drifted back out onto the street as Suzanne awkwardly carried her new armament in the
Muse's wake. "Now, you've a pen?"

"I alwaysтАФ"

"Good. Write something on your armor."

Suzanne frowned down at the battered leather and metal. "It's not the best writing surface."

"You must armor yourself with your imagination! Write something upon your armor that will strike fear
into the heart of evil!"

Suzanne paused, her pen poised above the leather. "Isn't my Muse supposed to help me write?"

"I'm an agent of Inspiration, not a secretary."

"But what should I write?"

"Try a spell to protect you and smite your foes."

"I don't know any spells."

"Make. One. Up!"

"All right." Suzanne's pen paused again. "Should it be in a foreign language?"

"That's usually a good idea. Do you know any foreign languages?"

"No. Can I make up a foreign language?"
Calliope applauded. "Wonderful. Of course you can. That's thinking like a writer."

Suzanne patiently inscribed a series of nonsensical but impressive looking words upon her armor just
beneath the metal plate. "Now what?"

"Put iton."

"In public?" Calliope's glare answered Suzanne's question, so she hastily struggled into the stiff leather.