"Holly Lisle - Minerva Wakes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lisle Holly)

covers and shake, suppressing screams. She stared at the
ceiling, feeling the lingering residue of helpless terror and
the presence of immense evil. She began counting her
breaths, exerting effort to slow them down. And gradually,
the nightmare's grip on her loosened. Minerva's pulse rate

dropped fractionally.
It was just another bad dream. Urn, she told herself. Get

a grip.

The hissing sound continued, though, challenging Min-
erva's thin veneer of control. She fought to identify the
soundтАФand when she did, felt embarrassed by the silliness

of her dark terrors.

That's not/ling but the ice stormsтАФfreezing ram on the

gfass and the roofтАФ

So she heard the ice storm and incorporated it into her
dream, creating quite a nasty nightmare out of totally mun-
dane stuff.

fiut. ..

The terror of drowning refused to be subdued by logic.

With a start, she realized her face was wet. So was her pil-
low. And the choking sensation was still there.

She sat up, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.
Tlie taste of salt tears was at the comer of Her mouth.

Christ, I've been crying in my sleep again. I am going

nuts.

She sagged back onto her pillow and looked over at Dar-

ryl's side of the bed. He wasn't there. She sat up and rubbed
at her eyes. He might be downstairs watching late-night TV.
she thought. Or he might have gotten snowed in at work.
It was almost a relief to find his side of the bed empty-
When did I last love him? she wondered. 1 did, once. I
know ft. I remember thinking the day began with his ftrst
kiss; thinking the world would end without it. I remember
when just looking at him made me happy. I remember feel-
ing warm when he smiled at me. J remember feeling loved.