"Amber and Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weis Margaret)
Book I The Gifts Prologue
What has happened to me?
Where am I?
Who are all these beings, strange and beautiful, awful and majestic, gathered around me? Why do they point at me, and why do they shout with thunderous clamor that makes heaven tremble?
Why are they so angry?
Angry at me?
I have done nothing except give my lover a gift! Chemosh wanted the Tower of High Sorcery that lay beneath the sea and I gave it to him. And now he stares at me with amazement and shock… and loathing.
They all stare.
At me.
I am nobody. I am Mina. Chemosh once loved me. He hates me now, and I do not know why. I did nothing but what he asked of me. I am nothing but what he made me, though these others say I am… something else…
I hear their voices, yet I can make no sense of their words.
She is a god who does not know she is a god. She is a god who was tricked into thinking she is human.
I lie on the cold stone of the castle’s battlements, and I see them staring at me and shouting. The thunder hurts my ears. The light of their holiness is blinding. I turn away from the watching eyes and the clamorous voices, and I look down over the walls into the sea far below.
The ever-moving, ever-changing, ever-living sea…
The waves rush in and lap the shore, and they swirl back out and rush in again, over and over, unending. A soothing rhythm, back and forth, back and forth…
A cradle rocking… rocking me to sleep for an eternity.
I was never meant to wake.
I want to go home. I am lost and tired and afraid, and I want to go home.
These voices… the quarrelsome squawkings of sea birds.