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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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retreated a pace and continued my descent. Hardly worth wasting a spell to
douse it. It was obviously meant for show rather than damage. . .
Well. . . .
There was another possibility, I realized then, as I saw that Mask was
simply watching me, was making no move to throw anything else in my
direction.
It could also be a test. Mask might simply be attempting to discover
whether I was limited to whatever spells I had brought with me-or whether I
had learned to tap the power source here directly and would shortly be
slugging things out with him as Jurt and Jasra were now obviously preparing
to do. Good. Let him wonder. A finite number of spells against a
near-limitless source of energy?
Jurt suddenly appeared upon a windowsill, high and to my left. He had
time only for a brief frown before a curtain of fire was rung down upon him.
Both he and the curtain were gone a moment later, and I heard Jasra's
laughter and his curse, followed by a crashing noise off to the other side
of the chamber.
As I moved to descend another step, the stairway faded from view.
Suspecting illusion, I continued the slow downward movement of my foot. I
encountered nothing, though, and finally extended my stride to pass over the
gap and on down to the next stair. It also vanished, howevex, as I shifted
my weight. There came a chuckle from Mask as I turned my movement into a
leap to avoid the area
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