"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 06 - Killing Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

"We believe so," Dumare said.
I tore my gaze away from Sabin's ravaged face and looked back at Dominic.
"You think I can help cure him of this?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of
my voice.
"I heard of your reputation in Europe."
I raised my eyebrows.
"No modesty, Ms. Blake. Among those of us who notice such things, you are
gaining a certain notoriety."
Notoriety, not fame. Hmmm.
"Put the gun away, ma petite. Sabin has done all theтАФwhat is your
wordтАФgrandstanding he will do tonight. Haven't you Sabin?"
"I fear so, it all seems to go so badly now."
I holstered the gun and shook my head. "I honestly don't have the faintest
idea how to help you."
"If you knew how, would you help me?" Sabin asked.
I looked at him and nodded. "Yes."
"Even though I am a vampire and you are a vampire executioner."
"Have you done anything in this country that you need killing for?"
Sabin laughed. The rotting skin stretched, and a ligament popped with a wet
snap. I had to look away. "Not yet, Ms. Blake, not yet." His face sobered
quickly; the humor abruptly faded. "You school your face to show nothing,
Jean-Claude, but I read the horror in your eyes."
Jean-Claude's skin had gone back to its usual milky perfection. His face
was still lovely, perfect, but at least he'd stopped glowing. His midnight
blue eyes were just eyes now. He was still beautiful, but it was a nearly
human beauty. "Is it not worth a little horror?" he asked.
Sabin smiled, and I wished he hadn't. The muscles on the rotted side didn't
work, and his mouth hung crooked. I glanced away, then made myself look back.
If he could be trapped inside that face, I could look at it.
"Then you will help me?"
"I would aid you if I could, but it is Anita you have come to ask. She must
give her own answer."
"Well, Ms. Blake?"
"I don't know how to help you," I repeated.
"Do you understand how dire my circumstances are, Ms. Blake? The true
horror of it, do you grasp it?"
"The rot probably won't kill you, but it's progressive, I take it?"
"Oh, yes, it's progressive, virulently so."
"I would help you if I could, Sabin, but what can I do that Dumare can't?
He's a necromancer, maybe as powerful as I am, maybe more. Why do you need
me?"
"I realize, Ms. Blake, that you don't have something specifically for
Sabin's problem," Dumare said. "As far as I can discover, he is the only
vampire to ever suffer such a fate, but I thought if we came to another
necromancer as powerful as myselfтАФ" he smiled modestly "тАФor nearly as powerful
as myself, perhaps together we could work up a spell to help him."
"A spell?" I glanced at Jean-Claude.
He gave that wonderful Gallic shrug that meant everything and nothing. "I
know little of necromancy, ma petite. You would know if such a spell were
possible more than I."