"Peter W. Prellwitz - The Angel of St. Thomas vs. The Galactic Good Guys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Prellwitz Peter W)

"No!тАЭ he shouted, pulling a knife and yanking Liza in front of him. тАЬThis is some kind of a trick! You can't
be flying! It's impossible!"

"Not for our angel!тАЭ Liza said, worried but still calm. тАЬYou gotta b'lieve her, mister, cause she always tells
the truth! AnтАЩ even if you're a bad man, she can still help you! But she watches all us kids anтАЩ you been
bad, taking me away from my mom тАШn dad!"

"This is crazy!тАЭ He moved the knife to Liza's throat. Enough. I drifted in slowly. тАЬStay back! I'll kill her!"

I looked into his eyes. Fear. Desperation. Confusion. Evil.

"I believe you,тАЭ I told him gently. тАЬBut I can't let you."
"Get out of here! Now! Tell the cops if they want to see her alive again, then clear out!"

I smiled at Liza. Inside, my heart was racing.

"Do you trust me, Liza?"

"Course I do!тАЭ she said in a small voice. She must have been terrified of the knife at her throat, but her
eyes were completely trusting. тАЬYou're the Angel!"

"Clear out or I'll kill her! Now!"

I looked up at him. My smile faded and I shook my head. тАЬDidn't you hear me? I said I believed you."

I was tempted to move back a little, to ease his desperation. But to do so would only scare Liza. I raised
my hands to my shoulders and moved them out. Fireflies of light danced around my hands, making a
swath of gleaming sparkles in front of me.

"Stop it!"

I ignored him, instead looking at Liza. She was wide-eyed at the тАЬmagicтАЭ lights dancing about me. I was
careful to keep them close. Any approach to this madman would start something very bad. For him. He
didn't know that Liza was already safe.

Suddenly, he gave a wail and pulled the knife across Liza's throat. Nothing happened. It couldn't because
I'd put an impenetrable gravity field between blade and flesh.

He went from desperate to maniacal and raised his knife to stab Liza. She was safe, but I wanted her to
feel safe, too. I shifted movement of the forces that pulled on us from all over, and his grasping hand
yanked free of her. I quickly put a pillow of sparkles under her and whisked her behind me.

"No!тАЭ he screamed. He shifted the grip on his knife and came at us. Liza gave a scream; I reacted harshly
and quickly. I pointed my left hand at the floor of the garage, seized the air and pulled up, hard.

Concrete snapped and growled and shot up six feet toward the ceiling. Unable to stop, the man slammed
into it full force, his knife flying free. He staggered back, but he was unconscious. One step, two, then he
fell to the ground.