"05 - A Pride of Princes (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberson Jennifer)

She paused on the brink of the orifice. "How long has
it been since you ate?"

He smiled. Trust you to concern yourself with things
such as food."

"How long, Strahan?" ^

He shrugged; smoke shrugged with him. "A day, two, |&"
threeЧwhat does it matter, Lillith? I will hardly waste fc.
away in the service of the god." l|

Briefly she glanced down. They stood but six feet apart;

between them lay a world. The world of Asar-Suti.

They had only to open the GateЧ

Not yet. There was time. ^

Time for the fruition of their plans. H

"Come up," she said. "You should eat." ^

His hair, like hers, was black. And it flowed back from I"
a brow as smooth and unlined as a girl's, though there
was nothing girlish about him. It cloaked his shoulders
and reached beyond, bound back by a silver fillet wrought
with Ihlini runes. In the glare of the godfire his gray
suede leathers were dyed an eerie lilac, glowing purple in
the creases. The doublet hung open from throat and
chest, and in the gap she saw the white edge of a linen
tunic. Soft gray boots stretched to his thighs. His wide
belt was clasped with a two-headed silver serpent.

Lillith sighed as he did not answer. She was his sister,
not mother or father. But both parents were long dead,
and so this fell to her. "Will you come up?"

"I am hungry," he admitted, "but for something more
than food. And I am thirsty, also, but the wine I want is
blood. The blood of NialFs sons."

His eyes were alight with something more than re-

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fleeted glare. One brown, one blue; even she had diffi-
culty looking past the mismatched pairing to the emotions
in their depths. But she looked, and she saw, and knew