"Chalker, Jack L - Changewinds 3 - War of the Maelstrom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)powers of the Storm Princesses, and that is why it is such an
exclusive club. The power connects the child to the mother. That power is not within you; it is, rather, drawn to you. You are a magnet, a lightning rod, for it. The power is finite, and connects you to her and her to you as well in a nebulous way. That is why you dream sometimes of her and she must of you. But now there is a child and it grows within her and is physically connected to her. You are magnets, all three, but together those two are a larger magnet and therefore a stronger one. Whenever she draws power in, the power draws also to the unborn child. You get less. The older the child grows, the more power she will draw as well as the mother, and you will be the loser. Do you understand?" The Storm Princess felt like she wanted to sit down and fast. "You -- you mean that the mother and child together will draw so much power to them that eventually I will get none?" "Well, not none -- you will always attract that part that is closer to you and far from them since you will be a stronger relative magnet -- but it is true that you are being slightly weakened now, on an intermittent basis, and it will get worse- It is also true that the two of them together, even one g )ack L. Chalker totally AM" y011 1^ y011 were v/l^lm the same sector. This is veiy dangerous, and may just be what Boolean is counting on. Time, which has always been on our side up to now, has become our enemy and Boolean's friend. We can wait no longer." He strode over to a massive and mystical red tapestry- covered wall and pulled a bell rope. "Then the solution is obvious," she said, steeling herself. "No matter what, I, too, must arrange to conceive a child." He sighed. "My dear, there can be only one heir to the powers in all Akahlar. If we fail to eliminate her before the child is born, there will be no other. The moment she con- ceived, your own capacity for conception ceased. No, we must act pragmatically now with what is possible." The Executive General of the Annies entered in response to the bell pull, his toadlike face and bulging eyes seeming strangely incongruous atop the resplendent blue, gold-braided uniform and shiny boots. He stood there and bowed slightly to both of them. |
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