"Xanth 18 - Geis Of The Gargoyle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Xanth)

Gary nodded. "That does make sense."

"Pennies and cents," she agreed.
They bounded on. They came to a sign:

WHEN PASSING THIS BOG BEWARE OF THE DOG

"I don't see any bog," Gary said.
"I don't see any dog either. But maybe it doesn't matter;

that's just doggerel."
A new kind of tree appeared along the bank. There was

the sound of barking. "Dogwoods," Mentia explained.
'They're harmless if you don't try to rub against their

bark, which is worse than their bite."

But then real dogs appeared. "I thought Xanth had no

dogs," Gary said.

"This is close to the border; a pack must have crossed

over, and the dogs haven't yet had time to turn magic. It

happens."

The dogs converged, growling. "They don't seem to be

friendly," Gary remarked.

"Who cares? They can't hurt us. I'm a demoness and

you're mostly mythic."

"Lithic."
"Whatever." So they bounded on, ignoring the dogs.

But the animals pursued doggedly.

It got worse. Ahead was a solid line of canines. It was
impossible to bound through them. So they stopped before
the large female in the center. "Who are you and what do
you want?" Gary asked, hardly expecting an answer.

"I am Dogma," she replied. "I want your dog tags."

"We don't have anything like that."