"02 - Planeswalker" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

were merely a handful of the infinite planes of the

multiverse, any of which could be explored and exploited by

an immortal planeswalker. She taught Urza to change his

shape at will and to comprehend thought without the

inconvenience of language or translation. But even among

planeswalkers Urza was unique. For all her knowledge,

Meshuvel couldn't see the multiverse as Urza saw it. Her

eyes were an ordinary brown, and she'd never heard of the

Thran. Meshuvel could tell Urza nothing about his eyes,

except that she feared them; and feared them so much that

she tried to snare him in a time pit. When that failed, she

fled the plane where they'd been living.

Urza had thought about pursuing Meshuvel, more from

curiosity than vengeance, but the plane she'd called

Dominaria-the plane where he'd been born, the plane he'd

nearly destroyed- kept its claws in his mind. Five years

after the cataclysm, Dominaria had pulled him home.

Urza's descent ended on a wind-eroded plateau. Clouds

thickened, turned gray. Cold wind, sharp with ice and dust,

plastered long strands of ash-blond hair across Urza's

eyes. Winter had come earlier than Urza had expected,

another unwelcome gift from the sylex. A few more days and

the glyphs would have been buried until spring.

Four millennia ago, the Thran had transformed the

plateau into a fortress, an isolated stronghold wherein