"Whitley Strieber - Cat Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strieber Whitley)

swam in the roiling, dirtying, darkening waters. Ahead the maiden frog, the goddess, glimmered, urging
him to rush on and on, deep to her, deep to her!

тАЬWe're getting an electrical field!тАЭ

The wind touched his back and it was hot and ugly and hard. It must be deathwind, for it smeiled of the
man-place.

He must not surrender to it! Ahead she flashed her gold beauty. He swam as he had never swum before,
the water hissing past his nose and eyes, his whole body surging with the effort of it. Her eyes shone and
her skin gleamed.

The wind touched him again.

тАЬHeartbeat!тАЭ

No!

The wind surrounded him.

тАЬIt's coming to rhythm.тАЭ
The wind sucked at himтАФ

тАЬIt's getting steady.тАЭ

His whole heaven collapsed. But she did not abandon him. Alone of all that beauty, the most beautiful
part remained. When she saw him being dragged back, she turned and came, too, swimming fearlessly
into the dry agony that had captured him. She ceased to animate his determination and concentrated on
giving him courage. She went deep, deep into him, into the secret place where glowed the strength of his
spirit.

Then he hurt all over and he was hungry and he was hot and it was white and there were no fly Smells
and it was bleak again.

тАЬIt's alive, George!тАЭ

тАЬDamn right it is.тАЭ George Walker could hardly restrain himself. He stood up from the bank of
instruments, he clapped his hands. And Bonnie leaped, a blond streak of joy, into his arms. He kissed her
moist lips.

He enjoyed the deliciousness of the girl while young dark looked on, glasses steaming. Relax, Clark, let
an old man get a little. What does it matter, you get all you need on the Covenstead.

George did not have that privilege. His relationship to Constance was too deep a secret; he could not go
on the Covenstead except by dark of night, and then only in those rare instances when he was called.

And as for living among the witchesтАФwell, if his work here was ever done, maybe. He had never told
Constance his dream of retiring to the hidden witch village.

He was afraid to. If she said to him what he feared, that it was not his fate to find peace in this life, he did