"Melanie Rawn - Dragon Prince 3 - Sunrunners Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rawn Melanie)

dranath: sexual desire. Or perhaps, she thought suddenly as she sensed her
gifts expand within her, perhaps the power was all-inclusive, and every aspect
of body and mind was touched by the drug. She began to sway gently back and
forth in response to the humming sensuality compounded of physical and faradhi
power. There was a hunger in her, not only for the touch of her husband's
flesh but for the unleashing of her talents. She understood the seduction of
the drug. She had always been too afraid of it to analyze its effect, but this
time she was going to work with the dranath, not against itтАФglorious and
terrifying and impossible to resist. The demands of her body slowly faded,
subsumed into an urge to ride the last sunlight and dare the shadows, to
summon a torrent of Air, to call down Fire and in it conjure fateful visions.
Sioned told herself she chose to succumb. Her disciplined Sunrunner mind
brought forth a gout

of Fire into the empty brazier. The polished bowl seemed to ignite. And in
cool flames half the height of a man there formed clear, detailed pictures.

Andry, too, had just called Fire. He stood in the courtyard of Goddess Keep,
hands bare of rings. All the senior Sunrunners in residence stood in a circle
around the bonfire he had just lit. Urival came forward and gave him the first
ring. An instant later a whirlwind circled the courtyard, plucking at clothes
and hair, blowing Andry's white cloak taut against his slim body. Urival
bestowed the second ring.

Sioned's view of her old friend and teacher's face cleared as he faced the
Fire. She frowned. Urival's stern features were set in flinty impassivity, all
light gone from his golden-brown eyes. Duty and position compelled him to
preside over this ritual; obedience to Andrade forced him to adhere to her
choice for Lord of Goddess Keep. He was not happy with Andry's departure from
that ritual. Sioned wished she could reassure him as those around her tonight
had reassured themselves. But of them allтАФ including Andry who stood apartтАФ
Urival was the most alone.

Sioned heard Hollis catch her breath as Andry made his first change in the
proceedings, one that no one had been warned about. As Air continued to spin
around him, he upended a pouch of loose, dry soil onto the stones. From his
belt he took a glass flask full of Water. He unstoppered it and tossed it high
into the air. A few glistening droplets escaped on its upward flight; as it
fell it revolved and a stream of liquid raced the glass toward the ground.

Andry spread his arms wide. The spilled Earth was caught by a new whirlwind
and rose in tightening spirals. Not a drop of Water reached the stones; the
Air seized it, too. Shards of shattered glass glittered like small knives
within the vortex as it narrowed. The bonfire swirled in wild patterns, and
Earth, Air, and Water were consumed into its red-gold heart.

Andry had brought all Elements into play in a demonstration of power meant to
dazzle. Or, Sioned thought, to warn.

He gestured at the flames and within them a conjuring appeared, a vision of