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

Magiere almost smiled. Tomorrow, they reached Chemestuk, her... home? No, not anymore. Her home
was far away, at the Sea Lion tavern in the port town of Miiska, where she lived a peaceful life with
Leesil. How long would it be until she was truly home again?

For this moment, she held on to Leesil's warmth and the sight of a large wolfish dog sloppily chomping
pieces of apple.

IWelstiel rolled in his dormancy, the sleep of the undead, trying to hide his dream-world eyes from the
black-scaled coils swirling on all sides of him. Like dunes of obsidian sand in a windstorm, they undulated
with no beginning or end. In this dream place he returned to so often, his eyes would never close, and
watching the coils for too long made him tremble with nausea.

He had thought his dream patron would be angry, but he felt no ire or irritation surrounding him. He felt
nothing but aloneтАФand watched.

"Please... give me your counsel, " he whispered.

The answer echoed into his thoughts from far away.

Continue... follow.

Welstiel rolled again in dormancy. His patron's black coils faded to the monotone darkness of sleep. He
thrashed over on his side and out of slumber, fully conscious.

He sat up on the floor of an abandoned shrine on a forgotten trail off a back road in Droevinka. Stone
walls were stained by age and grime, and the pillared archway had lost its door to rot in years past. He
and Chane had taken refuge here before dawn as they tracked Magiere inland. The altar behind him was
devoid of statuary or emblems, any such likely stolen long ago after devotees had abandoned this place's
spiritual patron. Leaves, blown soil, and debris had thickened in the corners and crevices, and spindly
weeds sprouted here and there.

He stood up, still shaken from communing with his dream patron, and looked about. "Chane?"

His companion was gone. How long had the sun been down? Lately, when rousing from his vivid
communions, Welstiel's internal awareness of the sun became less and less acute. This disturbed him as
he stepped outside.

The thick forest was quiet except for the infrequent call of a bird and the patter of drizzle. There wasn't
even a breeze to rustle brush and branches. He remembered they had passed a tiny villageтАФbarely a
collection of hutsтАФshortly before dawn. Chane had been restless. Had the fool gone to feed?

Welstiel stepped back inside to gather his things and don his cloak, preparing to search for Chane, and
then he stopped. He was alone, and while traveling with a companion, such moments would be rare.
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He had not quite realized how difficult it would be to track Magiere, as she could move freely during the
day while he had to take shelter. After the past few nights' journey, he had an unpleasant idea of where