"Murphy,.C.E.-.Walker.1.5.-.2005.-.BANSHEE.CRIES" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy C. E)

Power spurted up through me, a sudden warm wash that felt
startling against the cold winter afternoon. A silver-blue spray
swished over my vision, just like wiper fluid. I closed my eyes
against the brightness and a perceived sting and, without really
meaning to, envisioned windshield wipers swooping the liquid
away, leaving my vision clear. The sting faded and I opened my
eyes again.

The world was beautiful. Even the gray sky glimmered with light,
sparks of water shimmering above me. As I brought my gaze
down, trees whose branches were weighted with snow flickered
with the greenness of waiting life, only cold and dead to the
mundane eye. Sap waited to rise, leaves prepared to bud, all a
promise of explosive activity the moment winter let go its hold. The
chain-link fences that surrounded the ball field had their own
resolute purpose, created and placed to do a specific thing. A
distinct sensation of pride in doing the job emanated from them.

The people on the field radiated different energy, swirling colors
that bespoke worry or fear or determination, the rough shapes of
their personalities hammering into me and leaving nothing taken for
granted. I wanted to turn and look at Morrison, to get a sense of
him with this other sight IТd called up, but I was afraid if I moved, IТd
lose it again. I dropped my gaze to the field itself, still not knowing
what I was looking forЧ

And a wave of maliciousness slammed into me like a tornado. It
whipped around the core of power inside me and dug claws in,
sharp knife-edges of pain cramping my belly. It sucked the heat
out of me, draining the coil of energy in sudden throbs, faster than
a heartbeat. My knees crumpled, light-headedness sweeping over
me.

Morrison caught me under the arms so easily he might have been
waiting for me to fall. I twisted toward him, grabbing his coat as he
slid an arm around me more firmly.

УYouТre all right.Ф His voice sounded like it was coming from
unreasonably far away, given that I knew he was right behind my
ear. УIТve got you.Ф

I didnТt want to move, desperately glad for the support he offered,
both physical and other. His presence was solid and comforting, a
wall of commitment and strength in deep, reassuring purples and
blues. I doubted he knew he was projecting his own personal
energy in a way that let me borrow some, but I was incredibly
grateful for it.

I managed a shaky nod, hanging on to the flow of strength he
offered, using it to shore up my own depleted silvers and blues.