"Dark Elves - 03 - Salvation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mykles Jet)








Dedication



Even though theyТll never read this -- and I donТt want to know if they do! -- this oneТs
dedicated to my parents. Not once in my entire life have I doubted their love and their
support, and IТm profoundly grateul for that.


Prologue



УIТm going to die of boredom.Ф

Gala didnТt even glance up from her needlework. УThereТs plenty to do.Ф

Diana snorted, glaring distastefully at the array of sewing and needlework strewn on
the pillows between them. УThis is not what I want to be doing.Ф

Gala smirked. УNo. It never was.Ф

Diana grabbed a lock of her snowy-white hair and toyed with it, twisting the strand
around one of her glossy black fingers. УItТs not your type of thing, either. You never did
anything beyond simple mending when we were on the road.Ф

УTrue. But I find it rather relaxing.Ф

Diana puffed. She pointed a finger at her friend. УDo not try to tell me that now that
youТre pregnant, all this appeals to you. I know you better than that.Ф

Gala sighed, putting down the hoop on her distended belly. They sat on a wide, low
platform in the middle of the main room of Gala and HyleТs suite. The room was bright and
cozy, a far cry from the scattered mess it had been before Gala had found her truemate. The
stone walls were mostly hidden behind gaily colored tapestries that reflected the yellows and
oranges of the fire within the broad hearth. The pillowed platform sat in the middle of one


wall, covered with furs, colorful blankets, and pillows to create a comfortable seating area.
Small tables set beside it provided places to set food or drink or, in HyleТs case, dozens of
scrolls to be read.

Both women lounged comfortably, propped against the wall with pillows to support