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

A handful of Urza's students had survived the
cataclysm. They'd denounced their master, and Urza hadn't
troubled them with a visit. Urza's wife, Kayla Bin-Kroog
had survived, too. She now dwelt in austere solitude with
her grandson, writing an epic she called The Antiquity
Wars. Urza hadn't visited her either. Kayla alone might
have recognized him, and he had no words for her. As for
her grandson, Jarsyl, black-haired and stocky, charming,
amiable and quick-witted . . . Urza had glimpsed the young
man just once, and that had been one time too many. His
descent continued.
Urza had not wanted to return to this place where the
war had, in a very real sense, begun nearly fifty years
earlier. He wasn't ashamed of what he'd done to end the
war. Filling the bowl-shaped sylex with his memories had
been an act of desperation; the sylex itself had been a
sudden, suspect gift, and until that day he'd neither
studied nor practiced sorcery. He hadn't known what using
the sylex would do, but the war had had to be stopped. The
thing his brother had become had to be stopped, else
Terisiare's fate would have been worse. Much worse.
No, Urza would not apologize, but he was not pleased by
his own survival.
Urza should have died when the sylex emptied. He
suspected that he had died, but the powerstones over which
he and his brother had contended had preserved him. When
Urza had awakened, the two Thran jewels had become his
eyes. All Thran devices had been powered by such faceted
stones, but his Might-stone and Mishra's Weakstone had been
as different from ordinary powerstones as a candle to the
sun.
Once rejoined within Urza's skull, the Thran jewels had
restored him to his prime. He had no need for food or rest,
though he continued to sleep because a man needed dreams
even when he no longer needed rest. And his new eyes gave
him vision that reached around dark corners into countless
other worlds.
Urza believed that in time the battered realms of
Terisiare would recover, even thrive, but he had not wished
to watch that excruciatingly slow process, and so he'd
walked away. For five years after the sylex-engendered
cataclysm, Urza had explored the 'round-the-corner worlds
his faceted eyes revealed.
In one such world he'd met another traveler, a woman
named Meshuvel who'd confirmed what he'd already guessed:
He'd lost his mortality the day he destroyed Mishra. The
blast had slain him, and the Thran powerstones had brought
him back to life because he was-had always been-a
planeswalker, like Meshuvel herself.
Meshuvel explained to Urza that the worlds he'd visited