"Freda Warrington - A Taste of Blood Wine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Warrington Freda) "Kristian, in God's nameтАФ"
"Ah, now the heretic calls on God? I won't do it yet. I'll give you time to think." As he spoke, he lifted his hands and began to scrape Karl's dried blood from under his fingernails, as if cleaning a file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.html (19 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste dagger. "But don't think for too long. Such a shame, if Ilona has to pay for your waywardness." Before Karl could respond, Kristian stepped away, opening his hands in malediction. Then his body elongated to a dark streak that arced away and vanished into the Crystal Ring. Only the after- image of his faceтАФcloud-white, etched with the severe brows, the dark pits of his eyes, the single black moleтАФlingered for a second before dispersing into nothingness. Kristian was gone, but his threat hung in the air like a column of smoke. Harmless in itself, the sinister flag of destruction. Karl began to feel cold. The noise of battle seemed muffled now, but the voices of the dying came through clear as trumpets, and pain rose from them in silvery waves. He had to stay. A painful decision, callousтАФbut the only one he could make. To heed the threat was to let Kristian win. There is no God here. No revelations in Kristian's words or in thenтАж what can that tell a vampire, who by the laws of natural philosophy should not exist? One voice in particular drew him now; a German, crying pitifully over and over again, "MuftiтАж Mufti, hilf mirтАж " He went towards the sound. A strange breast-high mist was drifting across the battlefield, like a vampire of another kind, sucking the last remnant of warmth from the dead. It crept down into the shell- hole where the young English soldier lay drained of life; not the first of the wounded to whom the vampire had brought swift file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.html (20 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste oblivion that night, nor the last. This night would be endless. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine.html (21 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste |
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