"Baxter, Stephen - Manifold 03 - Origin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Baxter Stephen)

Water runs down his face.

He is lying on his back. The sky is flat and grey.

Rain falls. His ears hear it tapping on the ground. His eyes see the drops fall
towards his face. They are fat and slow. Some of them fall on his face.

Water runs in his eyes. It stings. He sits up.

Fire is sitting on the ground. He is wet. His eyes hurt. His burned hands hurt.

He stands up. His legs walk him towards the trees.

People walk, run, stumble over muddy ground, adults and children. They move in
silence, in isolation. Nobody is calling, nobody helping. They are cold and they
hurt. They have each forgotten the other people, all save the mothers with their
babies with no names. The mothers' arms carry the infants, sheltering them.

Fire reaches the trees.

The wind changes. His nose smells ash.

He remembers the fire. His legs run back.

The fire is out, drowned by the rain. The back of Fire's head hurts in
anticipation of Stone's punishing axe.

Sing is calling. She is lying on a bower. The bower is falling apart, the leaves
damp and shrivelled.

Loud is walking back to Sing.

Sing screams. Fire spins and crouches.

There is a Mouth. It is bright blue. The Mouth is skimming over the shining
grass. The Mouth is approaching Fire, gaping wide.

Cats have mouths. A cat's mouth will take a person's head. This Mouth would take
a whole person, standing straight. It is coming towards him, this Mouth with no
body, this huge Mouth, widening.

It makes no noise. The rain hisses on the grass.

Fire screams. Fire's legs carry him off into the forest.

Still the Mouth comes. It towers into the sky.

Sing is at its base. Her arms push at the bower. Her legs can't stand up. She
screams again.