"Pierce, Tamora - Circle Of Magic 02 - Tris's Book E-Txt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pierce Tamora)

She was pressed -jammed - into a corner formed by chunks of stone. SomeoneТs knee
poked into her thigh on one side. Someone elseТs foot dug into her calf on the other.
There had been four of them, and a dog, trapped in a bubble in the ground. The first
part of an earthquake was just fading, and the rest about to roll over them like high
tide pounding the harbour walls.
Sweat poured down her cheeks and back. Half-turning, she thrust her hands palm-flat
on either side of a crack between the stones. Calling to the power inside her, she sent
her magic through the gap. Earth-waves were coming her way, small ones in front,
bigger ones behind. Their force heated dirt and stones, spreading everywhere. Her
bones felt like huge rocks, pressed together so hard that something would have to
give. They would slip alongside one another with a crash, forcing buildings and
streets and whole cities into new shapes.
And the heat, the earthТs heat was cooking her and the friends whose bodies pressed
against hers. The hot waves roared through the ground, gaining strength as they
travelled. When they hit, she could choose between being roasted or crushed; the
earth around her small hollow would clench like a fistЧ
Trisana Chandler lunged out of bed, throwing off the thin sheet that had been her only
covering, jumping for her open window. Dangling half out of it, she gasped in the
night air.

She was above ground, in her attic room in Discipline cottage, at Winding Circle
Temple in Emelan. The earthquake was ten days gone, and she and her friends had
lived to talk about it.
But the heat! No wonder she dreamed of it still, with the air dead around her. Every
door and window in the attic was open, but not a breeze stirred under the thatch. It
was scarcely cooler outside.
Voices reached her ears on the tiny puffs of air that did touch her. Once sheТd thought
the voices meant that she was going crazy. Now she knew they were only pieces of
real conversations that took place somewhere, carried to her by the wind. It still made
her a little nervous to hear them, although they spoke mostly of everyday things...
УAymery Glass fire, I am impressed.Ф The prissy and dry-voiced speaker was a man
unknown to Tris. The name УAymeryФ pricked her - she had a cousin Aymery, but his
name was Chandler, not Glassfire, and he was hundreds of miles away, at the
university in Lightsbridge. Aymery was a common name. УThe learned men who
wrote these letters give you praise indeed. I could no more refuse to allow you the use
of our library than I could fly.Ф
Tris shook her head, trying to get that voice out of her ears. To be hot and bored was
just plain too much!
The simple act of moving captured a fresh puff of air, drawing it close. УNovice Jaen,
how could you allow our stores of bandages to fall so low?Ф
УBut - Dedicate Willowwater - / didnТt know I was to check the other storage rooms,
and so many were needed after the earthquake...Ф
УOh, donТt cry, girl. WeТll have to contrive something, quickly.Ф

УThe foretellers donТt expect more trouble, do they?Ф
УWhen weТre out of bandages, who needs to read the future to know more trouble will
come?Ф
Tris growled. Magic was supposed to be grand and powerful - not a question of the
contents of linen closets! Sticking her fingers in her ears, she rubbed fiercely. When
she stopped, the voices were gone and she was hotter than ever.