"Love Is An Imaginary Number" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

I shook my fist.

"Don't you _ever_ give up? Give me a century of peace to work with
them, and I'll show you a world that you don't believe could exist!" I
cried.

In answer, the ground began to tremble.

I fought them. I hurled their lightnings back in their faces. When the
winds arose, I bent them inside-out. But the earth continued to shake, and
cracks appeared at the foot of the cairn.

"Show yourselves!" I cried. "Come at me one at a time, and I'll teach
you of the power I wield!"

But the ground opened up and the cairn came apart.

I fell into darkness.

I was running. I had shifted three times, and I was a furred creature
now with a pack howling at my heels, eyes like fiery headlights, fangs like
swords.

I was slithering among the dark roots of the banyan, and the
long-billed criers were probing after my scaly body...

I was darting on the wings of a hummingbird and I heard the cry of a
hawk...

I was swimming through blackness and there came a tentacle...

I broadcast away, peaking and troughing at a high frequency.

I met with static.

I was falling and they were all around me.

I was taken, as a fish is taken in a net. I was snared, bound...

I heard her weeping somewhere.

"Why do you try, again and ever again?" she asked. "Why can you not be
content with me, with a life of peace and leisure? Do you not remember what
they have done to you in the past? Were not your days with me infinitely
better?"

"No!" I cried.

"I love you," she said.