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.There are spells, called glamours, that make a person see what the casterwishes them to see.But to make a whole building disappear, and do it convincingly to foolmany people& that takes power I don t believe exists. He shook his head. Are yougoing to give me any of that juice? She came forward slowly, like a wild animal unaccustomed to humans, and set the glasscarefully before him. They brought you back from the dead.They must know somethingyou don t. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) The very notion that she would speak to him so boldly struck him as ridiculous.Helaughed and took a long swallow from his glass.The juice was as thick as blood, but coldand with an unpleasant texture. I can t get used to this. To what? She didn t sound as if she cared.That alone made him wonder why he d spoken to her at all.The solitude, he guessed, notonly of the last few days, but his long death, as well.It was enough to keep him talking. Living like a human.It s been so long since I ve had to fuel my body with food andliquid.It s unpleasant. No.What will be unpleasant is starving to death when the food runs out. Her expressionwas grim. That won t happen.At least, not to me, he said by way of reassurance. Your lifedepends on it, remember.You re supposed to be caring for me. She looked insulted. I wasn t talking about you.I was talking about me.They re notgoing to worry about keeping me alive after they re done with you. He pulled one of the chairs from the flimsy Formica table and sat. And what, exactly, is itthey re going to do with me? I don t know. She chewed her lip. Something bad. Madame, your powers of perception astound me. He closed his eyes, mind workingfuriously.What he needed was a plan, some currency to bargain with the Fangs forinformation.What he needed was You talk funny.Where are you from? What he needed was for the Mouse to stop talking. England.But most recently I wasconfined to a watery blue purgatory.I don t remember the address. He paused. Wereyou there? When they did the ritual? Her eyes grew hollow and faraway again.Her voice came out in a whisper. Yes. What did they do? Cyrus pulled another chair from the table and motioned to her to sit. Were there specific words they said? Did they read them from a book? She remained frozen in place, staring blankly at the tabletop.There was a ring from a cupthere, and she seemed to have fixated on it. I don t remember. He tamped down his impatience.It wouldn t do to frighten her again, not when she dbegun to communicate like a rational human being. It wasn t that long ago.I m sure ifyou take a moment, you ll remember I don t remember! She spun toward the counter, where a small stack of dirty dishes andutensils waited to be cleaned, and she swept them to the floor.The shock of her actionoutlasted the clatter it created, and she stood, her face a mask of disbelief as she stared atthe broken shards on the tile floor.There were two ways he could react, Cyrus realized.He could lash out at her in anger andimpatience, destroying any scrap of trust she might have left and any chance he might haveto learn more about his dire situation.Conversely, he could ignore her until she wasfinished with her tantrum, and reserve his feeble strength for more important matters.Hechose the latter, as his actions had caught up with him and he hadn t the stomach nor theenergy to do further violence to her. Clean it up, he said casually as he rose and headed for the bed.He settled in and pulledthe blankets over himself, but found it difficult to sleep with the sun from the small, highwindow illuminating the room and the sound of the Mouse s pathetic sniffles invading hisCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) ears.As soon as the sun set, Max and I stepped off the private jet and onto the still-warmtarmac. I love this time of year.Not too hot at night, not too cold.If you were ever here in Julyor January, you d know what I mean, Max said, full of vim and vigor as he carried bothour bags toward the sprawling, futuristic building that was the airport.I hadn t slept well during the day.My dreams had been full of weird symbols I was sureI d never figure out, the least of which being a weird trip into the woods bearing a pigunder each arm.I was in no mood for Max s crap. We re not here for a pleasure trip.We re here to figure out what s happening with Cyrus. Max halted and dropped his duffel bag. With who? With Nathan. I stopped and glared at him. We don t have time to monkey around.Let s go. You said Cyrus. We re here to figure out what s happening with Cyrus is exactly whatyou said. My mouth gaped.Had I really said that? My first sire had certainly been on my mindlately, but I didn t usually make such obvious slips. I didn t say that. Yes, you did.I barely knew the guy.Why would I be mentally inserting his name intoyour sentences? Carrie, is something going on you re not telling me about? Max pickedup the bag and motioned for me to walk.Good thing, too, because I was paralyzed with shock at my own stupid mistake.Thequadrant in my brain that controls my feet recognized his gesture, and I plodded alongbeside him. Not exactly. Max let out a long, low whistle. Uh-huh.Are you not exactly telling me what s goingon, or is something not exactly going on? A little of both. I stopped again and faced him. Right before the thing happened toNathan, he d confronted me about a dream I d had.Apparently, I d said Cyrus s name. Nathan was watching you sleep again? Another whistle. That s not good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.There are spells, called glamours, that make a person see what the casterwishes them to see.But to make a whole building disappear, and do it convincingly to foolmany people& that takes power I don t believe exists. He shook his head. Are yougoing to give me any of that juice? She came forward slowly, like a wild animal unaccustomed to humans, and set the glasscarefully before him. They brought you back from the dead.They must know somethingyou don t. Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) The very notion that she would speak to him so boldly struck him as ridiculous.Helaughed and took a long swallow from his glass.The juice was as thick as blood, but coldand with an unpleasant texture. I can t get used to this. To what? She didn t sound as if she cared.That alone made him wonder why he d spoken to her at all.The solitude, he guessed, notonly of the last few days, but his long death, as well.It was enough to keep him talking. Living like a human.It s been so long since I ve had to fuel my body with food andliquid.It s unpleasant. No.What will be unpleasant is starving to death when the food runs out. Her expressionwas grim. That won t happen.At least, not to me, he said by way of reassurance. Your lifedepends on it, remember.You re supposed to be caring for me. She looked insulted. I wasn t talking about you.I was talking about me.They re notgoing to worry about keeping me alive after they re done with you. He pulled one of the chairs from the flimsy Formica table and sat. And what, exactly, is itthey re going to do with me? I don t know. She chewed her lip. Something bad. Madame, your powers of perception astound me. He closed his eyes, mind workingfuriously.What he needed was a plan, some currency to bargain with the Fangs forinformation.What he needed was You talk funny.Where are you from? What he needed was for the Mouse to stop talking. England.But most recently I wasconfined to a watery blue purgatory.I don t remember the address. He paused. Wereyou there? When they did the ritual? Her eyes grew hollow and faraway again.Her voice came out in a whisper. Yes. What did they do? Cyrus pulled another chair from the table and motioned to her to sit. Were there specific words they said? Did they read them from a book? She remained frozen in place, staring blankly at the tabletop.There was a ring from a cupthere, and she seemed to have fixated on it. I don t remember. He tamped down his impatience.It wouldn t do to frighten her again, not when she dbegun to communicate like a rational human being. It wasn t that long ago.I m sure ifyou take a moment, you ll remember I don t remember! She spun toward the counter, where a small stack of dirty dishes andutensils waited to be cleaned, and she swept them to the floor.The shock of her actionoutlasted the clatter it created, and she stood, her face a mask of disbelief as she stared atthe broken shards on the tile floor.There were two ways he could react, Cyrus realized.He could lash out at her in anger andimpatience, destroying any scrap of trust she might have left and any chance he might haveto learn more about his dire situation.Conversely, he could ignore her until she wasfinished with her tantrum, and reserve his feeble strength for more important matters.Hechose the latter, as his actions had caught up with him and he hadn t the stomach nor theenergy to do further violence to her. Clean it up, he said casually as he rose and headed for the bed.He settled in and pulledthe blankets over himself, but found it difficult to sleep with the sun from the small, highwindow illuminating the room and the sound of the Mouse s pathetic sniffles invading hisCreate PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) ears.As soon as the sun set, Max and I stepped off the private jet and onto the still-warmtarmac. I love this time of year.Not too hot at night, not too cold.If you were ever here in Julyor January, you d know what I mean, Max said, full of vim and vigor as he carried bothour bags toward the sprawling, futuristic building that was the airport.I hadn t slept well during the day.My dreams had been full of weird symbols I was sureI d never figure out, the least of which being a weird trip into the woods bearing a pigunder each arm.I was in no mood for Max s crap. We re not here for a pleasure trip.We re here to figure out what s happening with Cyrus. Max halted and dropped his duffel bag. With who? With Nathan. I stopped and glared at him. We don t have time to monkey around.Let s go. You said Cyrus. We re here to figure out what s happening with Cyrus is exactly whatyou said. My mouth gaped.Had I really said that? My first sire had certainly been on my mindlately, but I didn t usually make such obvious slips. I didn t say that. Yes, you did.I barely knew the guy.Why would I be mentally inserting his name intoyour sentences? Carrie, is something going on you re not telling me about? Max pickedup the bag and motioned for me to walk.Good thing, too, because I was paralyzed with shock at my own stupid mistake.Thequadrant in my brain that controls my feet recognized his gesture, and I plodded alongbeside him. Not exactly. Max let out a long, low whistle. Uh-huh.Are you not exactly telling me what s goingon, or is something not exactly going on? A little of both. I stopped again and faced him. Right before the thing happened toNathan, he d confronted me about a dream I d had.Apparently, I d said Cyrus s name. Nathan was watching you sleep again? Another whistle. That s not good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]