"Tim Lebbon - Dusk 02 - Dawn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lebbon Tim)

тАЬNo one sees the future. I showed you what Iwant of the future: Noreela drowning in blood. And with
your help, SтАЩHivez and I will make it so.тАЭ Angel paused, looked down at her hands, then continued.
тАЬYou have no idea of thispower, Lenora! ItтАЩs like being dipped in molten metal, yet knowing you can
send that heat anywhere, to do anything. SтАЩHivez and I have been communing with shades, and they are
working for us already. I can see whatтАЩs happening in the land because the shades tell me! We know that
the Monks are dead back in the valley, and the machines are still once again. We know that the DukeтАЩs
army is weak and formless in Long Marrakash. We know that night is here for Noreela, and it isour
night. I can step from one side of the land to the other simply by closing my eyes.тАЭ

Lenora was speechless. The energy came off Angel in waves, and the whole of Noreela pivoted on the
MageтАЩs every utterance.

тАЬOur army is yours,тАЭ Angel said. тАЬWhen it lands at Conbarma, you will be there to welcome it in and
arm it with the greatest weapons we can make. And then you will take Noreela.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩre leaving?тАЭ Lenora asked, aghast.

Angel turned to crawl back along the hawk.

тАЬBut where are you going?тАЭ

тАЬYou question me?тАЭ

тАЬOf course not.тАЭ

Angel laughed, as if dismissing LenoraтАЩs query and her own stern answer. But she said no more, leaving
Lenora wondering what the next few days would bring.

War, for certain. More bloodshed and death than she had ever imagined. But with the Mages leaving the
Krote army to its own devices, Lenora found doubt stoking her fear.




SHE SOON LOSTtrack of time. The constant twilight was unsettling, as if some angry god had swiped
the sun from existence. To begin with, Lenora had been able to keep step with time as it drifted by. But
as that day passed and they flew on into the steady night, she became confused. She found herself
glancing to the west, hoping to see the smudge of a bloodred sunrise, but there was only twilight. As the
Mages had taken daylight from the world, so had they removed night, leaving the land perpetually in
between: no sun, no stars. Only the moons remained.

The life moon was a silvery disc, low down to the horizon in the east, nervously peering above the edge
of the world. The death moon, bright and dusty yellow, rode high in the north. They flew toward it, and it
seemed to leak some of its sickly hue across the landscape. There were those who believed that the
moons were the remains of ancient gods, banished to the skies by a mutual hatred and destined to gather
as many souls as they could in an eternal competition. The life moon was losing, and the death moon was
yellow with the swell of wraiths. Soon, moon-followers believed, it would burst.

Lenora had no time for such phony religions. She knew her gods, and they rode this dead beast with