"03 - Time Streams" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

rest of the grimy chamber, students moved among the ruined

machines like vultures picking at a battlefield of dead. A

shiver of dread move through the probe.

Teferi noticed the impulse and smiled grimly. "See,

Arty, even if Malzra has no other enemies, his old creations

could easily turn on him. They should. They certainly have

reason to hate him. Malzra quickly tires of his playthings.

I can imagine a legion of metal men such as yourself

learning that Malzra planned to melt them down. They could

escape across the sea. I can imagine whole nations of

clockwork creatures who have fled their creator only to

muster themselves in hopes of returning and killing him."

The silver man was aghast. "How could an artifact

creature ever seek to destroy the artifact creator?"

"Give it a year, Arty," Teferi said lightly, though none

of the students laughed this time. The boy patted the

golem's arm. "Give it a year-two at the outside, and you'll

be facing that fiery furnace. It's the way of artifice. When

you're in pieces in that room, then ask yourself what you

think about Master Malzra."

Jhoira was again in her rocky haven from the world. She

spent less and less time in the academy and more and more

time here, dreaming of far-off places and futures-

A white flapping motion caught her eye. There along the

shore, between two fingers of stone, something was moving.