"Eric Van Lustbader - Sunset Warrior 4 - Beneath an Opal Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lustbader Eric van)

His heart feels as if it is being squeezed in a vise;
pressure in his brain. He cannot breathe. And at
the brink of unconsciousness, the questions begin
and repeat over and over until he must answer,
the meaning behind them gone from him. The
dark blood running out of his slack mouth, his
heart constricted beyond all limits and his brain
screaming for release, caring only about itself now.
"Yes," hisses a voice from very near above him.
"Yes, yes, yes." Sounding to him as if it was
coming from the other side of the world. A
balloon bursting against the fragile membranes of
his eyes. His mind screams, filling his entire
universe. Then his blood, like water from a
ruptured dam, begins to fill the room, soaking the
bed, wetting the floor, coursing across the room,
rushing out into the black hall.

One
CITY OF
WONDERS

...

Rubylegs

MOICHI Annai-Nin awoke to the sound of the
sea.

For what seemed quite a long time he lay with
his eyes open, listening with all his senses to the
sluggish crash of the waves against the ancient
wood. He heard the clear sharp cries of the
hungry gulls and thought for an instant that he
was aboard ship. Then he heard the hoarse
shouts of the stevedores and the singsong litany
of the kubaru and knew he was in the port of
Sha'angh'sei. This both saddened and uplifted
him. He loved this city, perhaps more than any
other on earth, felt a peculiar and powerful
affinity toward it though it was far from his
home. Yet he longed most dearly for a ship
under the soles of his boots.

In one fluid motion he was on his feet and,
crossing the wooden floor of the large room,
threw open the accordion jalousie window-doors
which ranged along the wall opening out onto
the sea. The sun, barely above the horizon,
turned the water to chopped gold.