"Roger Zelazny - Amber 06 - Trumps Of Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"It's about Julia," I said.
"Look," he answered, "I never went near her until after you two had broken
up."
"Huh? No, no, you don't understand. I don't care about that. It's more
recent information that I need. She'd been trying to get in touch with me this
past week and - "
He shook his head:
"I haven't heard from her for a couple of months."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we stopped seeing each other. Different interests, you know?"
"Was she okay when you - stopped seeing each other?"
"I guess so."
I stared straight into his eyes and he winced. I didn't like that "I guess
so." I could see that he was a little afraid of me so I decided to push it.
"What do you mean 'different interests'?" I asked.
"Well, she got a little weird, you know?" he said.
"I don't know. Tell me."
He licked his lips and looked away "I don't want any trouble," he stated.
"I'd rather not indulge either. What was the matter?"
"Well," he said, "she was scared."
"Scared? Of what?"
"Uh - of you."
"Me? That's ridiculous. I never did anything to frighten her. What did she
say?"
"She never said it in so many words, but I could tell, whenever your name
came up. Then she developed all these funny interests."
"You've lost me," I said. "Completely. She got weird? She got funny
interests? What kind? What was going on? I really don't understand, and I'd
like to."
He got to his feet and headed for the rear of the store, glancing at me as
if I should follow him. I did.
He slowed when he reached a section full of books on natural healing and
organic farming and martial arts and herbal remedies and having babies at
home, but he went on past it into the hardcore occult section.
"Here," he said, halting. "She borrowed a few of these, brought them back,
borrowed a few more."
I shrugged.
"That's all? That's hardly weird."
"But she really got into it."
"So do a lot of people."
 "Let me finish," he went on. "She started with theosophy, even attended
meetings of a local group. She got turned off on it fairly quick, but by then
she'd met some people with different connections. Pretty soon she was hanging
around with Sufis, Gurdjieffians, even a shaman."
"Interesting," I said. "No yoga?"
"No yoga. When I asked her that same thing she said that it was power she
was after, not samadhi. Anyhow, she just kept forging stranger and stranger
acquaintances. The atmosphere got too rarefied for me, so I said good-bye."
"I wonder why?" I mused.
"Here," he said, "take a look at this one."