"James Herbert - Domain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert James)

They scurried through the darkness, shadowy creatures living in permanent night.

They had learned to become still, to be the darkness, when the huge monsters roared above and filled
the tunnels with thunder, assaulting the black refuge - their cold, damp sanctuary - with rushing lights and
deadly crushing weight. They would cower as the ground beneath them shook, the walls around them
trembled; and they would wait until the rushing thing had passed, not afraid but necessarily wary, for it
was an inveterate invader but one which killed the careless.

They had learned to keep within the confines of their underworld, to venture out only when their own
comforting darkness was sistered with the darkness above. For they had a distant race-memory of an
enemy, a being whose purpose was to destroy them. A being who existed in the upper regions where
there was vast dazzling light, a place that could be explored safely only when the brilliance diminished and
succumbed to concealing and pleasurable blackness. But even then the darkness was not absolute;
different kinds of individual lights pierced the night. Yet these were feeble, and created shadows that
were veiling allies.

They had learned to be timid in exploration, never moving far from their sanctum. They fed on night
creatures like themselves, and often came upon food that was not warm, that did not struggle against the
stinging caress of the creatures jaws. The taste was not as exciting as the moist and tepid moving flesh,
but it filled their stomachs. It sustained them.
 Yet in this, too, they were cautious, never taking too much, never returning to the same source, for they
possessed an innate cunning, born of something more than fear of their natural enemy; it was an evolution
accelerated by something that had happened to their species many years before. An event that had
changed their pattern of progression. And made them alien even to those of their own nature.

They had learned to keep to the depths. To keep themselves from the eyes of their enemy. To take
food, but never enough to arouse unwelcome attention. To kill other creatures, but never to leave
remains. And when there was not enough food, they ate each other. For they were many.

They moved in the darkness; black, bristling beasts, with huge, humped hindquarters and long, jagged
incisors, their eyes pointed and yellow. They sniffed at the dank air and a deep instinct within craved for a
different scent, a scent which they did not yet know was the sweet odour of running blood. Human
blood. They would know it soon.

They tensed as one when their keen, long ears picked up a distant wailing, a haunting whining they had
never heard before. They were still, many risen on haunches, snouts twitching, fur stiffened. They listened
and were afraid, and their fear lasted for as long as the sound lasted.

Silence came and it was more frightening than the sound.

Still they waited, not daring to move, barely breathing.

A time passed before the thunder came, and it was a million times louder than the giant rushing things
they shared the tunnels with.

It started as a low rumbling, quickly becoming a great roar, shaking their underworld, rending the