"Steven Piziks - Patterns in the Chain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piziks Steven)

"Thank you," Jeweline said curtly, and left.



Nassirskaegi bleated a question.



"Sunset," Berchte replied.

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"You filthy, lying old bitch," Jeweline spat before Mother Berchte could say a word. Outside, the sun
touched the horizon and turned the clouds a brilliant scarlet. "You told me not to settle for less than the
best. Now look at me!"



The mail shirt was bloody and torn, and new scratches tore angry lines down both her arms. Mother
Berchte bared her teeth and growled low in her throat at Jeweline's tone of voice, but Jeweline stood firm
and matched Berchte's glare. After a moment, Berchte nodded approval.



Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two.



"Let me guess," Mother Berchte said. "Father Fluss gave you blastberries to let you get away this time."



Jeweline stared at her. "How didтАФ?"



"I'm not stupid, girlie," Berchte snapped. "But you are. Start paying attention to the pattern and maybe
you'll win."



"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jeweline snapped back. "There isn't any pattern."



"Of course there is. It's why you haven't rescued your sisters yet."



"You're crazy as a cat in a violin shop." Despite the angry snarl in her voice, Jeweline had edged forward