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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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Then, like a surfacing fish, Jurt appeared within the tower of forces
beyond the Fount. Even as Mandor hurled two of his spheres-which seemed to
grow in size as they fled down the chamber, to crash into the Fount and
reduce ii to rubble-I saw what I believed I would never see again.
As the reverberation of the Fount's collapse spread and the groaning
and grinding within the walls was replaced by a snapping and swaying, and
dust, gravel and timbers fell about me, I was moving forward, skirting the
wreckage, sidestepping new geysers and rivulets of glowing forces, cloak
raised to protect my face, black extended.
Jurt cursed me roundly as I came on. Then, "Pleased; brother? Pleased?"
he said. "May death be the only peace between us."
But I ignored the predictable sentiment, for I had to get a better look
at what I thought I had seen moments before. I leaped over a piece of broken
masonry and beheld the fallen sorcerer's face within the flames, head
cradled against his shoulder.
"Julia! " I cried.
But they vanished even as I moved forward, and I knew it was time for
me to do the same.
Turning, I fled through the fire.
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