"Robert Reed - Night Calls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

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Then she broke into wild laughter, and for several moments, her new
boyfriend wasnтАЩt sure if his embarrassment and horror was the source of
her pleasure, or maybe, just maybe, this exotic desert creature expected
him to commit some horrible revenge...

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Five Sisters ruled the evening sky: Mistress Flame, Little Wind,
OceanтАЩs Angel, and the Sullen Twins. Out of fascination and fear, ancient
peoples had studied those bright bodies, measuring their slow, stately
motions; and after so much focus and the occasional insight, it was
decided that the heavensтАФthe sun and moon and every SisterтАФrode upon
a collection of nested spheres, crystalline and perfect. And the world was a
perfect sphere sitting at the center of all that existed. And because it was a
good story, the ancients decided that each Sister was given to the world by
the gods, each lending its distinct magic to the lives of good people
everywhere.

Of course those old explanations were flawed, but they allowed those
early astronomers to predict how the sky would look in another half year,
and after a full lifetime. With bare eyes and persistent calculations, people
realized that the Sisters could never huddle close together. Envy had to be
the reason; none wished to dilute her beauty with her siblingsтАЩ glow. But
there were years when the solitary Sisters pushed close enough to fill one
kite flyerтАЩs gaze, while the Sullen Twins stood in the opposite direction,
carefully balancing the heavens.

Once in a thousand years, on average, their good world would throw
its shadow across the moon; and at the same moment, the Twins would
dive behind that lifeless gray rock, allowing themselves to be swallowed
whole.

One Day would end, and shortly after that, the Next Day would begin.

But for a little while, darkness and chaos were unleashed on the
world. Or so it was said. Threads of evidence did support those legends.
Lost cities and early societies had collapsed at the same approximate
moment. Chance might be to blame, and of course those first civilizations
might have been frail and failing as it was. But whatever the cause, survivors
blamed the darkness that lay between the Days. Then for the next thousand
years, old women would happily tell their horrific stories to frightened,
spellbound young children.

тАЬThe Night makes a soul insane,тАЭ they would claim. тАЬGood families
will suddenly fight with their neighbors, and brothers always turn against
brothers. Homes are burned; the old laws are forgotten. And then the Twins
rise again, and nothing can ever be the same.тАЭ