"Sara Douglass - Redemption 1 - Sinner" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)

Dance that filtered through the Star Gate.
The Survivor occasionally woke from his own deep sleep, wandering the
corridors of the craft and those hallways that extended between each craft,
looking, looking, looking, but never finding.
"Katie!" he would cry, "Katie! I don't know where it is!"
His searching always left him physically and emotionally exhausted, and
within days of waking he would wander disconsolately back to his chamber, and
there lie down to sleep yet again.
His dreams were disturbed, wondering why he'd survived, and yet not his
comrades.
Wondering what the craft needed him to do.
Wondering whether the cargo was safe.
Wondering whether it would ever be claimed.
Wondering.
Aeons passed.


Enchanter-Talon WolfStar SunSoar wrapped his wings tighter about his body
and slipped deeper into the madness that consumed him. He stood at the very
lip of the Star Gate itself, his body swaying gently to the sounds of the Star
Dance that pounded through the Gate.
Come to me, come to me, join me, dance with me! Come!
Oh! How WolfStar wanted to! How he wanted to fling himself through the
Gate, discover the mysteries and adventures of the universe, immerse himself
completely in the loveliness of the Star Dance.
Yet WolfStar also wanted the pleasures of this life. The power he wielded as
Talon over all Tencendor, the awe of the masses of Icarü, Avar and Acharite,
and the firmness of StarLaughter's body in his bed at night. He was not yet
ready to give all that up. He had come young to the Talon throne, and wanted to
enjoy it for as long as he could. But how the Star Gate tempted him…
Come! join me! Be my lover! I have all the power you crave!
 WolfStar could feel the indecision tearing him apart. Stars! What sorcery
could be his if he managed to discover the full power of the Star Dance and
ruled this mortal realm of Tencendor!
I want it all, he thought, all! But how?
If he surrendered to the almost irresistible lure of the Star Gate and threw
himself in, then WolfStar also wanted to know he could come back. Return and
flaunt his new-found power and knowledge. Revel in it. Use it. Of what use was
power if it could not be used in life?
WolfStar was destined for legendary greatness. He knew it.
He shifted on the lip of the Star Gate and his mouth twisted in anger and
frustration. What more could he do?
Over the past weeks he had selected the most powerful of the young
Enchanters among the Icarü and had thrown them through the Star Gate. Come
back, he had ordered, with the secrets of the universe in your hand. Share them
with me. Tell me how / can step through the Star Gate and yet come back.
They were young, and their lives could be wasted, if waste it was.
But none had returned, and WolfStar was consumed with rage. How was he
to learn the secrets and mysteries of the Star Gate, of the very universe itself, if
they did not come back? Why did they refuse to come back?