"Tanya Huff - Keeper's Chronicles 3 - The Long Hot Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

Throwing her backpack over one shoulder, Diana raced out the front door and
rocked to a halt at the sight of the orange tabby crossing the front lawn. Or more
specifically, at the sight of what dangled from the catтАЩs mouth. With one of its
disproportionately long arms barely attached and dragging on the grass, and
something that looked like intestine wrapped around one bare ankle, the bogey was
unquestionably dead. An eyeball bounced gently against its bloody forehead with
every step. тАЬNice catch,тАЭ she noted, half her attention on the approaching bus. тАЬWhere
did you find it?тАЭ
тАЬOod тАШile,тАЭ Sam told her proudly, his voice distorted by the body.
тАЬYou know you canтАЩt eat it, right?тАЭ
Amber eyes narrowed, he let the bogey drop and fixed Diana with an
incredulous glare. тАЬDo I look like an idiot?тАЭ
тАЬNo, but you havenтАЩt been a cat for very long . . .тАЭ Six months ago, heтАЩd been
an angel. Angels didnтАЩt concern themselves with the small things that slipped
through the possibilities. тАЬ. . . and you know how my mother feels about that whole
puking on the white wool rug thing.тАЭ
тАЬOnce! I did it once!тАЭ
тАЬYeah, so did I, and sheтАЩs never let me forget it either.тАЭ With a scream of
abused brake linings, the bus stopped more or less at the end of the driveway. тАЬI donтАЩt
have time to bury it now, so try to leave it where MomтАЩs not going to trip over it.тАЭ
Turning, she took two steps and turned again, pulled around by the weight of SamтАЩs
regard. тАЬOh, right. Sorry. You are a mighty hunter. Your skill with tooth and claw is
amazing. Fast. Deadly. I stand in awe.тАЭ
тАЬHey! Sarcasm.тАЭ
тАЬNot sarcasm,тАЭ Diana protested hurriedly. There were any number of
imaginative places the dead bogey could be left. тАЬBut IтАЩve got to go. Mr. Watson
wonтАЩt wait forever.тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm amazed Mr. Watson stops at all.тАЭ
тАЬYeah, well, need provides and all that. Remember, IтАЩll be home early,тАЭ she
added, trotting backward up the path, тАЬjust in case thereтАЩs anything you donтАЩt want
me to catch you doing.тАЭ
A presented cat butt made his opinion of that fairly plain.
Mr. Watson looked more nervous than impatient. He nodded a silent reply to
DianaтАЩs cheerful good morning, closed the door practically on her heels, and jerked
the bus into gear. Had Diana not already been reaching into the possibilities, sheтАЩd
have landed on her ass as he burned rubber trying to outrun half-buried memories.
Fully burying them would have messed with his ability to drive, so only the less
likely edges had been fuzzed out, leaving him in a perpetual state of nearly
remembering things heтАЩd rather not. Which was actually a state fairly common among
school bus drivers.
Diana tried not to resent his attitude, but it wasnтАЩt easy. This semester alone
sheтАЩd stopped a black pudding from devouring an eighth grader, saved Chrissy
Selwick from a three-headed dog attracted to the aconite in the herbal body mist sheтАЩd
been given for Christmas-might as well have had тАЬeat meтАЭ tattooed on her forehead-
and prevented a GameboyтДв from taking over the world. Handheld computer games
were more competitive than most people thought.
SheтАЩd also stopped Nick Packwood from hanging a second grader out the
window by his heels, but since she still wasnтАЩt entirely certain the kid hadnтАЩt deserved
it, she usually left that particular incident off her тАЬreasons Mr. Watson should thank
his gods IтАЩm on the busтАЭ list.