"John Meaney - Blood and Verse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meaney John) Blood and Verse by John Meaney
*** AND RAIN. IтАЩm not going to forget this rain. Now IтАЩm in love. Not wholly good news. For the woman IтАЩve fallen in love with... My father. I will honour your memory. ...is not the one IтАЩm meant to kill. *** Silver rain hisses on the dark wooden dock. Ocean swirls, in all directions. Swollen, dark purple-grey skies hang overhead, their sombreness broken by twin arcs of white points: the sunlets which ring this world. I stand beneath dripping ceramic eaves, watching. Twelve of Quinv├иreтАЩs tiny suns are visibleтАФthirteen, if I lean outwards, over the wavesтАФabove the boundless seas which define this place. No skimmers are visible amid the falling rain. SheтАЩs gone... For a moment, our eyes met: minutes ago, or was it years? Perhaps twenty SY stare was as helplessly lost as my own. Then she shook herself, walked out onto the dock, and climbed on board the public skimmer which had brought me here. Striding forward with athletic grace, she called to the driver, then took the controls, span the long skimmer into open ocean, andтАФin a burst of flying spumeтАФstraightened her course and red-planed the speed. Did she look back, as waves churned and the skimmer diminished with distance and the misty rain? None so blind as a love-struck poet. My first commission, and already IтАЩm smitten with the wrong person. It does not render the task impossible. But artistic difficulty just leaped upwards by several orders of magnitude. For the beauty of my targetтАЩs death must become transcendent. *** The hotelтАЩs convex carapace is midnight blue, steady upon the waves. Behind me, the entrance glows: a warm, welcoming orange light. Time to go in. I wipe rain from my face, pull my sodden cloak around me, snap my fingers at the mesodrone which bears my luggage. It rises above the walkwayтАЩs glistening slats, and floats inside ahead of me. |
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