"Dean Wesley Smith - The Last Garden In Time's Window" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Dean Wesley)

"He doesn't know there are better, and less painful, ways of getting here."
I spun around as my master walked up behind me. He was frowning, clearly not happy. And he
looked very out of place in the rose garden with his golf shirt, slacks, and polished shoes.
"Gave him a boost, huh?" Grandpa said, chewing his cigar. "Good."
"Couldn't convince him to not come looking for us, could you?" Grandma asked Dirk, smiling as my
master moved over and stood beside my grandparents.
At that moment I was more confused than I had ever been in my life. Clearly, I was imagining all this
in my head. I hadn't really gone and found my dead grandparents. This was just my spell going wrong
and my guilt at not following Dirk's instructions clogging up the vision.
"He's your grandson," Dirk said, laughing. "What do you think?"
Grandma laughed, her voice light and carried away on the breeze.
"Well, you found them," Dirk said to me. "Now can we get back to your training?"
I stared at him, then at the smiling faces of my grandparents. Nothing was making sense at all.
"I don't think he's ready to end this visit just yet," Grandma said. "Come on, I have some cherry pie
cooling."
"Ice cream?" Dirk asked.
"For you," Grandma said, "always."
The next moment the garden was gone and I found myself with them back in the massive kitchen.
Grandpa moved over and sat in one of the kitchen chairs. Dirk took another, leaving me to stand in the
center of the big room with my mouth open and a thousand questions all jumbled together in my head.
"Sit down, dear," Grandma said. "I know you like cherry pie."
I looked at her as she worked to cut the pie. I had watched her as a kid do the same thing, in her
old kitchen.
"Okay," I said, turning to face Dirk and my grandfather. "My memory is winning again, isn't it?"
Then I realized just how silly I was talking to an image I was superimposing in an old memory.
"Actually, no," Dirk said, smiling at me. "You were here just a little bit ago."
"You were?" Grandma asked, surprised. "Well, good for you."
I nodded. "I sat in your chair and did a discover spell."
She laughed. "That would explain it. I came here a lot from that chair."
"And the old hunting camp?" I asked, glancing at Grandpa.
"All yours, that one," Grandpa said.
"Actually," Dirk said, "I blocked you on that spell, trying to get you to give up and let your
grandparents get settled here in peace."
I looked at my master. "You can do that from Arizona?"
With that all three of them laughed. Obviously, there was a great deal I didn't know about magic.
Then, finally, I realized what Grandma had said. She had come to this kitchen from her chair in the trailer.
"You both have magic powers?" I asked as Grandma put a piece of cherry pie in front of Dirk.
"Of course," Grandma said. "You get your talents from our side of the family."
Now I understood why they had been able to live in that small trailer all those years. They had this
world to come to, a cleaner, nicer version of their own past made up of memories and magic and a
wonderful garden.
"Good pie, as always," Dirk said.
"You've had my grandmother's pie before?" I asked.
"In this kitchen dozens of times over the years."
Grandma eased me by the arm toward a chair at the table, then slid a piece of hot cherry pie in front
of me as I sat.
"So you all have known each other?" I asked. I looked at my master. "That's how you found me in
Seattle when the magic started?"
"Sure," Dirk said. "Your grandparents asked me to take you on and train you, as your grandfather
did for me."