"K. D. Wentworth - Embians" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

"Silver, I think, like moonlight on the ocean. What about you?"

No moon rides these Stygian skies, one of the things Shayna misses most. Arms
braced behind her head, she stares up at the ice-bright stars. "The hottest
shade of vermilion I could find."

Jade.

Darkness.

"So, what do you think -- two males, two females, or a mixed pair?" Mae asks. "I
can check the infra-red tomorrow when I review the tape and see who's right."

Burst of cobalt. Explosion of red-violet. Fades....

Darkness.

Glimmering pool of pine-green. Expands. Shower of cadmium-orange.

Darkness.

"Two females," Shayna says.

Mae leans toward her, redolent with jasmine. "Why?"

"Because they're coming together so fast, no games at all, just inquiry and
prompt resolution."

Aqua.

Sea-blue.

Darkness.

There is a momentary flash as Mae checks her watch to mark the time. "Okay, I'll
let you know tomorrow."

Azure so intense the eye must look away.

Darkness...darkness...darkness.

Shayna tries to sleep, but colors flow like rivers behind her eyelids,
unadulterated greens melting into raging, violent blues, oranges that erupt into
an energetic sea of yellow-white. What is it the embians say out there in the
darkness? What do they promise each other with each new pattern?
She tosses, presses her hands over hot dry eyes, tries to blank her mind,
compose herself for the balm of sleep, but the colors intensify until she can
taste them on the back of her tongue, hear them ringing in her ears. They mean
something. She slips out of her bunk and sits on the edge, pushing her
fingertips against her temples. Red throbs along her optic nerves, seeps deep