"Patricia White - A Wizard Scorned" - читать интересную книгу автора (White Patricia)

coming from nowhere, curling around the child, warming him, guiding him, saving him from...
It had happened long ago, but was eternally bright in Will's memory. It was all there, the grief and the
fear and, above all else, the debt he owned Sojourner. A debt that would not be paid until That Which
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Was Lost could be found or Sojourner was somehow freed from the terrible burden he...
"Young wizard," the big cat's rumbling voice, audible only in Will's mind, sounded infinitely weary as he
said, "time runs too fast. It must be soon or all will be for naught."
"And me fetching the brides will help..."
There was no real answer to the wizard's hesitant question. So many paths spread before them, but
only one would lead to Sojourner's freedom, lifting the dark spell that made him both more and less than
he had been. He sighed.
"Young wizard, all was tangled at my changing, my magic and my memory were torn by the spell. I
cannot see clearly, but, yes, this much I know: the off-world brides have a place in what must be. One of
them is terribly important. How that can be, I know not. Only that she..."
Laying his massive head on his forepaws, he closed his silvery eyes. Sorrow was heavy around him,
but Sojourner was a cat. That, too, was his eternal bane. Grief was a raw and bleeding wound in his soul,
but cats do not weep. They cannot.
"I know not the outcome, young wizard," he said softly," but whether it be for good or ill, this bride
fetching must be done and very soon. That much I can see, well and truly."
It was Will's turn to sigh, but the wizard didn't even try to argue.



ChapterOne


"A wizard?Gathering brides to take to some alternate earth? Really, Maggie! The whole concept is
positively ridiculous! The man is obviously a fraud!" However much the truth rankled in her orderly mind,
Jane Murdock carefully refrained from adding, "And only a fool would believe such blatant hogwash. A
silly romantic fool."
Instead, she sighed-- rather heavily and, if the truth be known, with a strong undertone of irritation.
Taking off her black-rimmed reading glasses, Jane placed them, with rather too much care, on top of the
small stack of file folders on her Queen Anne desk. Then, she switched off the computer, took a deep
breath, and walked, marched might better describe her mode of locomotion, across the wide expanse of
thick white carpet to where her secretary, Maggie Hilton, was standing. The white-and-gold credenza
was to her left, the door to the outer office behind her.
With an effort visible to even the most disinterested of observers, Maggie stood her ground. Trying not
to twist her short-nailed hands together, or not to take a step back or even flee the scene entirely, or not
to betray her great and still growing unease, her breath came a little too fast. No matter her feelings, she
waited for Jane, looking for all the world like a fear-petrified mouse about to be devoured by a very
large, very hungry snake.
"Maggie, listen to me," Jane said quietly, wanting nothing more than to continue her work session, to
complete the presentation for the Morris job. That's what she wanted but she knew, full well and not a
whit happy with the knowledge, that absolutely nothing would be accomplished until she had convinced
the younger woman that what she was planning to do was incredibly stupid . Indeed, it was quite possibly
dangerous as well. "The things this man has promised you can't possibly be true, and, if you'll just use