"Barb & J. C. Hendee - Noble Dead 03 - Sister of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hendee JC & Barb)

"Please, listen, " Magiere cut in. "This isn't just for me, but for both of us. There's so much we don't
know about my past compared to yours. "

"And we'll get answers, " he said, "but the living come first. "

"I wasn't made by the living!" she snapped. "An undead used my mother to make meтАФto kill its own
kind. I need to know why. "

Leesil fell silent. Guilt over lashing out at him made Magiere calm herself before continuing.

"Before we can head north through the Warlands and beyond to the elven territory, we must travel
eastward and inland, around the Gulf of Belaski. That's halfway to Droevinka and my past, so close to
my answers and less than a third the distance we will travel north. "

She put her hands upon Leesil's cheeks and leaned in close until her forehead touched his. When she
lifted her head again, he stared downward, not looking at her. His expression softened as his hand slid
down her cheek, her long neck, and across her breastbone, and finally gripped her hand.

"All right, it makes sense. If my mother is alive after all this time, likely she's in no danger. It makes no
odds if we take a little longer to reach her. "

Magiere scooted forward and wrapped herself around him, flesh to flesh, and held him. He understood,
but it made her feel no better for having forced it upon him.

"And I swear, " she whispered in his ear, "once we learn what we can for me, we'll hurry north for your
mother. "

She pulled back enough to look into his sad but resolved eyes. Although she spoke calmly, the scope of
their impending journey left her feeling small and lost. He was about to answer when the thud of a door
and running feet echoed from somewhere out front in the inn, and footsteps grew louder.

"The innkeeper is up and about, " Magiere said, wanting to push away the outside world a bit longer.

Leesil shifted her out of his lap and reached for his breeches as he swung his legs over the bed's side.

"No, " he said. "It's probablyтАФ"

The little room's door burst open and slammed against the wall.

I"Magiere... Leesil! I'm coming with you!" Wynn cried out, and she twisted the latch and shoved the
door open with both hands. "Domin Tilswith gave me leave!"

The instant the door struck the wall, Wynn Hygeorht, apprentice for the Belaskian branch of the Guild of
Sagecraft, stopped cold.

All her excitement drained away.

Leesil clutched a blanket as he grabbed for his breeches, his wiry torso dark gold in the candlelight.
Startled, Magiere jerked the blanket back over her own specterlike body. The blanket snapped from