"Steven Piziks - Chain, Link, Fence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piziks Steven)

"Figures," the fence snorted. "A fake statue for a false god." He picked idly at the gilding, then noticed
which part he was picking at and quickly dropped his hand. "I've never understood the Sybarites. Marks,
all of them. They 'contribute' huge sums of money for a ritual orgy when they could get the same thing up
the street for one-third the costтАФand that without boring mumbo-jumbo to a god Anya Nightbond
created for her own profit." He clucked his tongue. "I don't understand the attraction."



Kordel shrugged. "They think that sex with the presence of the godтАФdrawn down into the statueтАФis
better than without it. They also believe that without a weekly ritual, they'll become unable to have sex at
all. Since they believe it's true, it becomes true. And Anya cashes in on their belief."



The fence lifted an eyebrow. "How do you know all this?"



"I attended their rituals," Kordel replied matter-of-factly. "Part of casing the job."



The fence gave her a sidelong glance and opened his mouth to ask a question.



"I wouldn't," Kordel warned. "I'm already in a bad mood."



The fence cocked his head, considering pro and con. Con carried the day. He picked up the statue
instead and hefted it. "Whatever possessed you to steal this thing, anyway? You must have known it's a
piece of junk."



"I made a bet."



"A bet?"



"I bet I could steal the statue of Sybaritus and make at least a hundred silver from it."



The fence snorted again. "I hope your stake wasn't valuable."