"Ann Maxwell - Fire Dancer 3 - Dancer's Illusion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maxwell Ann)

her partnership with Kirtn went sour because she did not understand what was required of
her, neither one of them would survive. BreтАЩns whose akhenet partners thwarted them
long enough went into a berserker state calledrez .In that state they killed everything
within reachтАФmost especially their dancersтАФand ended by killing themselves.

No one knew precisely what drove a BreтАЩn torez ,or if anyone did, she had not been told.
Kirtn had slid intorez once onLoo .Only a combination of her innate skill as a fire dancer
and FssaтАЩs incredible ability to withstand heat had saved them from burning to ash and
gone. Afterward she had silently vowed to study the Face no matter what happened.
Except for her time on Daemen, she had done just that.

She gathered her thoughts, focusing only on the Face. It looked back at her, benign and
aloof, waiting. Then, as she inhaled, the Face changed into a BreтАЩn profile against a
subtly seething field of dancer energy. In the next breath it was two faces, BreтАЩn and ...
was it Senyas? Was that bright shadow a young womanтАЩs face, eyes half closed,
transported by an unknown emotion? Her smile was stow, mysterious, as inhumanly
beautiful as Kirtn, but the woman was Senyas, not BreтАЩn. It looked like her own face, but
she was not half so beautiful, had never felt an emotion so intense.

The Face shifted with each breath, each pulse of her blood. тАв It was countless faces now,
waves on an ocean stretching back into time, waves swelling toward future
consummation on an unseen shore. BreтАЩns and Senyasi intertwined, turning slowly,
akhenet pairs focused in one another, touching and turning until they flowed together,
inseparable.

Their faces were all familiar, all the same, KirtnтАЩs face with yellow eyes hotter than
dancer fire. He turned and saw her and she burned. He called her and she came, turning
slowly, touching him passionately, and his eyes another kind of fire touching her....

RhebaтАЩs hands shook, breaking the FaceтАЩs hold on her mind. She realized that her
akhenet lines were alight, burning in the closed compartment until the heat was stifling.
Reflexively she damped her fire, sucking energy out of the air until it was a bearable
temperature.

She did not look at the earring. She fastened the Face to her ear with fingers that still
trembled. She was glad that Kirtn was not with her. What would he think of a dancer so
undisciplined that she could not control her own thoughts? Instead of learning more about
BreтАЩn and Senyas, her willful mind had combined her present worry about the illusionists
with her past experience on Loo, when a young Yhelle illusionist had appeared as Kirtn
sensuality made flesh.

She did not know why that experience had gone so deep into her psyche, but it had. Bad
enough that she had dreamed about it while asleep; to have it interfere with dancer
meditation was intolerable.

She whistled a curt phrase. The shield retracted into the bunk. M/dere waited outside.
The J/taal smiled and gestured for Rheba to follow. Rheba did, wondering who wanted
her and for what. Without Fssa there was no way of knowing; J/taals did not speak
Universal, Senyas or BreтАЩn, and she did not speak J/taal.