"David Wilson - Vampire Book 2 - To Speak With Lifeless Tongues" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilson David Niall)

whole. The moon had not yet risen to her throne
of white light, leaving the world cloaked in black.
A cloak of mourning. There was no way to know
what might be out there, and yet Agnes knew. She
felt it in her heart of hearts, the approach of eternity
and the lack of light.
She prayed under her breath, a low, keening
moan of words that were no more comprehensible
to her mind than they would have been to any who
listened. The verses were mismatched and random,
blending and molding themselves to her grasping
attempts at coherent thought. One anchor remained
to her sanity and she clung to it with the
patience of the damned and desperate.
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The supply train would arrive soon. There would
be contact with the villages below the mountain,
and Father Joseph would be with them. He would
arrive, God willing, by the light of day, and she
would find some way to make her tongue function
properly. She would gather the strength to go to
him and to tell him of the Hell that had descended
upon her convent. She would make him drive that
evil forth, or they would all perish in the attempt,
but it would happen in less than a day.
A whisper of cloth brushing against stone
sounded beyond her window, and she cowered further
into the shadows, willing her heartbeat to
silence and clamping down on the suddenly raucous
sound of her own breath. She felt the wood of
her chair and the cool stone of the wall behind her,
and she imagined herself a part of them, inanimate
and uninteresting to whatever might be seeking her
out. It was a vain hope. The shadow slipped across
the sill of her window and came to rest, upright and
towering above her, just within her chamber. She
didnтАЩt have the energy left to scream.
The shadow figure stood suddenly at her side.
She couldnтАЩt remember if HeтАЩd walked across that
space, glided, or merely appeared at her shoulder,
but He leaned forward and his lips brushed her ears
as He spoke. She tried to pull away. The words of
her prayers became more chaotic and meaningless,
and the strength bled from her frame as she pressed
against the stiff back of her chair, digging her fin-
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gernails into the wood until they broke from the
pressure. She stared straight ahead, avoiding the