"Sheri S. Tepper - Jinian Stareye" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tepper Sherri)

impossible needed doing and I seemed to be the only one around to do it. 'I know,' I commiserated. 'It's
terrible sounding.'

'It's not that. You've said these events are memories. If Lom is actively thinking about dying, it won't be in
memories, will it? Won't it be somewhere else? Some other part of its mind?'

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I didn't know. Probably no one did. And if it were so, it was not helpful. 'They have to be linked together
somewhere, Peter.'

He sighed a put-upon sign, not offering any better suggestion. 'All right. So they must be linked. Now,
what shall we look for?'

'That last place? The temple? There were creatures in it. When the thing fell in, whatever it was, you say
something got killed. If I'm right, that means there's a link out of that place to the idea of things dying. We

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find that link if we can, and we follow it. Event by event.'

'And if nothing got killed?'

'Then we look around until we find an event where somebody did get killed.'

'Makes me feel like a Ghoul,' he said.

So did I, to tell the truth, and only the knowledge that whatever we would see had already happened and
could not be changed made me feel any better about it. We took a deep breath, held hands once more, and
stepped back into the temple.

Gray and huge and the roar of angry voices. This time I paid more attention. I looked straight up, trying to
see what was above us, but there was only a receding immensity of stone and smoke. There was no roof.
We were below a tower. Huge doors on all sides of the room opened to admit hurrying figures, misty,
dim, not fully remembered, I guessed. They might have been Eesties. I got the impression of fluttering
robes or ribbons around a low curbing at the center of the place. Peter pressed me tightly against the
stones, becoming a kind of wall between me and whatever was coming. The roar was louder, a furious
chanting. Then a cracking noise. High above us. Huge. Like a tree coming down in a forest. That creaking
again, as when something tries to remain whole but is destroyed fiber by fiber. And then it let go.

I heard it coming. An agonized scream of metal. A

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tumbling clangor, banging down the tower with thunderous crashes. It was only a few instants before it
hit. Shattering. Shards of metal flying in all directions. One buried itself in the wall beside me. Voices
crying out, weeping. The furious roaring outside suddenly stilled, as though in horror at what had
happened. Then one voice raised, then another, rebelliously cheering.