"Laurell K. Hamilton - Faerie 3 - Seduced by Moonlight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

and Tom Drennan, where's that book?




CHAPTER 1



A lot of people lounge by pools in L.A., but few of them are truly immortal, no matter how hard

they pretend with plastic surgery and exercise. Doyle was truly immortal and had been for over a

thousand years. A thousand years of wars, assassinations, and political intrigue, and he'd been reduced to

being eye candy in a thong bathing suit by the pool of the rich and famous. He lay at the edge of the pool,

wearing almost nothing. Sunlight glittered across the blue, blue water of the pool. The light broke in a

jagged dance across his body, as if some invisible hand stirred the light, turning it into a dozen tiny

spotlights that coaxed Doyle's dark body into colors I'd never known his skin could hold.

He wasn't black the way a human being is black, but more the way a dog is black. Watching the
play of light on his skin, I realized I'd been wrong. His skin gleamed with blue highlights, a shine of

midnight blue along the long muscular sweep of his calf, a flare of royal blue like a stroke of deep sky

touched his back and shoulder. Purple to shame the darkest amethyst caressed his hip. How could I ever

have thought his skin monochrome? He was a miracle of colors and light, strapped across a body that

rippled and moved with muscles honed in wars fought centuries before I was born.

The braid of his black hair trailed across the edge of the lounge chair, fell over the side, and

curled beside him on the concrete like some patient serpent. His hair was the only thing that seemed

black on black. There was no play of colors, only a gleam like a black jewel. It seemed as if it should

have been the other way around, that his hair should have held the highlights and his body been all one

color, but it wasn't.

He lay on his stomach, head turned away from me. He was pretending to be asleep, but I knew

he wasn't. He was waiting. Waiting for the helicopter to fly over. The helicopter that would contain the

press, people with cameras. We'd made a deal with the devil. If the press would just stay away enough