"Tanya Huff - Victory Nelson - The Vengeful Spirit of Lake Nepeakea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

"And I really don't like it."
"Then why are we here?"
"Stuart Gordon just kept talking. I don't even remember
saying yes but the next thing I knew, I'd agreed to do the
job."
"He pressured you?" Celiuci's emphasis on the final
pronoun made it quite clear that he hadn't believed such a
thing was possible.
"Not pressured, no. Convinced with extreme prejudice."
"He sounds like a prince."
 "Yeah? Well, so was Machiavelli." Dressed, she leaned
over the bed and kissed him lightly. "Want to hear
something romantic? When the day claims me, yours will
be the only life I'll be able to feel."
"Romantic?" His breathing quickened as she licked at
the tiny puncture wounds on his wrist. "I feel like a box
luuu тАФ ouch! All right. It's romantic."


Although she'd tried to keep her voice light when she'd
mentioned it to Celluci, Vicki really didn't like the great
outdoors. Maybe it was because she understood the
wilderness of glass and concrete and needed the anonymity
of three million lives packed tightly around hers. Standing
by the van, she swept her gaze from the first hints of dawn
to the last lingering shadows of night and couldn't help
feeling excluded, that there was something beyond what
she could see that she wasn't a part of. She doubted Stuart
Gordon's junior executives would feel a part of it either and
wondered why anyone would want to build a resort in the
midst of such otherness.
The frogs had stopped trying to get laid and the silence
seemed to be waiting for something.
WaitingтАж
Vicki glanced towards Lake Nepeakea. It lay like a silver
mirror down at the bottom of a rocky slope. Not a ripple
broke the surface. Barely a mile away, a perfect reflection
brought the opposite shore closer still.
WaitingтАж
Whipper-will!
Vicki winced at the sudden, piercing sound and got into
the van. After locking both outer and inner doors, she
stripped quickly тАФ if she were found during the day,
naked would be the least of her problems тАФ laid down
between the high, padded sides of the narrow bed and
waited for the dawn. The bird call, repeated with Chinese
water torture frequency, cut its way through special seals
and interior walls.
"Man, that's annoying," she muttered, linking her fingers
over her stomach. "I wonder if Celluci can sleep