"Michael Swanwick - Lord Weary's Empire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swanwick Michael)

тАЬItтАЩs your ass,тАЭ the haint said. He faded through a wall and was gone.

Will spat in frustration. Then he walked on.



He knew that heтАЩd wandered into dangerous territory when his left hand suddenly rose up of
its own volition to clutch his right forearm. Stop! he thought to himself. Adrenaline raced
through his veins.

Will peered into the claustrophobic blackness and saw nothing. A distant electric bulb cast
only the slightest glimmer on the rails. The support beams here were as thick as trees in a
midnight forest. He could not make out how far they extended. But by the spacious feel of
the air, he was in a place where several lines of tracks joined and for a time ran together.

Far behind him was a lone set of signal lights, unvarying green and red dots.

He was abruptly aware of how easy it would be for somebody to sneak up behind him here.
Maybe, he thought, he should turn around and go back.

In that instant, an unseen fist punched him hard in the stomach.