"Jack McKinney - Robotech 14 - Dark Powers" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

Above was a jade-green crescent of Fantoma, the massive planet that
Tirol circled. Its alien beauty hid the ugliness that Lynn-Minmei knew to be
there in the light of Valivarre, the system's primary. The green Fantoma-light
cast a spell with magic all its own. How could the scene of so much death and
suffering be so unspeakably beautiful?
She shivered a bit, and Colonel Jonathan Wolff slipped his arm around
her. Minmei could feel from the way he had moved closer that he wanted to kiss
her; she wasn't sure whether she felt the same or not.
He was the debonair, tigerishly brave, good-looking Alpha Wolf of the
Wolff Pack-and had rescued her from certain death, melodramatic as it might
sound to others. Still, there was a danger in love; she had learned that not
once but several times now.
Wolff could see what was running through Minmei's thoughts. He feasted
his eyes on her, hungered for her. The Big, Bad Wolff, indeed-an expression he
had never liked.
Only this time, the Big Bad was bewitched, and helpless. She was the
blue-eyed, black-haired gamine whose voice and guileless charm had been the
key to Human victory in the Robotech War. She was the child-woman who,
unknowingly, had tormented him with fantasies he could not exorcise by day,
and with erotic fever-dreams by night.
She hadn't moved from the circle of his arm; she looked at him, eyes as
wide as those of a startled doe. Wolff leaned closer, lips parting.

I love her so much, Rick thought, as he and Lisa went to join the
dancing. His wife's waist was supple under his gloved hand; her eyes danced
with fondness. He felt himself breaking into a languorous smile, and she
beamed at him.
I can't live without her, he knew. All these problems between us-we'll
find some way to deal with them. Because otherwise life's not worth living.
The music had just begun when it stopped again, raggedly, as Dr. Lang
quieted people from the mike stand. The ship's orchestra's conductor stood to
one side, looking peeved but apprehensive.
Everyone there had already served in war. Something inside them
anticipated the words. "Unidentified ship...course for Tirol...Skull and Ghost
squadrons...Admiral Hayes and Admiral Hunter..."
The war's come between us again.
Rick started off in a dash, but stopped before he had gone three steps,
realizing his wife was no longer with him. Fortunately, in all the confusion,
only one person noticed.
He looked back and saw Lisa waiting there, head erect, watching him. He
realized he had reacted with a fighter jock's reflexes, the headlong run of a
hot scramble.
It was the argument they had been having for days, for weeks now-
tersely, in quick exchanges, by day; wearily, taxing to the limit their
patience with one another, by night. Rick was a pilot, and had come to the
conclusion that he couldn't be-shouldn't be-anything else. Lisa insisted that
his job now was to command, to oversee flight-group ops. He was to do the job
he had been chosen to do, because nobody else could do it.
Rick saw nothing but confidence in his wife's eyes as she looked at him,
her chin held high-that, and a proud set to her features.