"Invasion Cycle - 03 - Apocalypse" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

The crowd quieted. Mouth plates and mandibles
shuddered to silence. Every eye trained upon the two
figures in their midst. The weight of that stare pressed
Gerrard's and Urza's heads down to the stone. Where once
they had bowed their faces, now their entire bodies went
prostrate. That stare could have crushed them, but it did
not. Yawgmoth did not want their corpses. He wanted their
worship.

Through thousands of teeth and from thousands of
tongues, a single voice formed itself: the voice of
Yawgmoth. "At last, it has come to this."

"Yes, Lord Yawgmoth," breathed Urza reverently, "at
last."

"It was inevitable," continued the voice of the
multitude, the voice of the One. "All living things will bow
before us. All things that do not bow will die. Even you,
our greatest foes, lie now upon your faces in worshipЧand
you live."

"Praise be to thee, Lord Yawgmoth," responded Urza.

Gerrard lay silent before the awful god.

"But you will not both live. Only one is needed to hand
us Dominaria. Only one will ascend. The other will die."

The men lifted their heads and stared toward the high
balcony.

Gerrard's eyes reflected the slim blue glow of Hanna.

Urza's eyesЧqueerly faceted thingsЧreflected only the
utter blackness of the dragon.

The men did not speak to their new master, but their
faces asked a unison question: Is it I, Lord? Is it I who will
sit in the hollow of your breast? Is it I who will die?

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J. Robert King
"We do not choose who will live and who will die.
Through conflict, we rise. Through killing, we live.
Through phyresis, we are transformed. We have
slaughtered nations and worlds, have piled bodies to the