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

"Because my powers of flight are limited. I weigh con-
siderable, being lithic."

"Being what?"

"Being made mostly of stone, so I can fly only when
aided by a steep slope or a gale-force breeze. I shall have
to proceed along the ground."

"So why not proceed, garnet? That doesn't mean / have
to be landbound."




PIERS ANTHONY

"I think it does."
"Why, garland?"

"Because from down here I think I can see your pan-
ties."

She exploded into roiling smoke. Flames licked around

the roils. Her voice emerged, tinged with soot. "You aren't

supposed to look, garget!"

"I didn't look. But I suspect that if I did-"

"Oh." The cloud sank to the ground, coalescing into her
luscious human form-this time in red jeans. "Point made,
garden. I'll walk when you do. Thanks for not looking."

"Thanks for getting my name straight."

She paused, fuzzing briefly before firming again. "Got
it, Gary Gar." She glanced speculatively at him. "It occurs
to me you're not quite as stupid as you look."

"I don't look stupid, I look properly grotesque. It occurs
to me that you're not quite as careless as you seem."

"You know, if you were less ugly, I could almost be
tempted to think about possibly starting to get to like you."

"If you were less pretty, I might be tempted not to dis-
like you."