"Sara Douglass - Redemption 3 - Crusader" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)

A cold and heartless, soulless, loveless desert. A frigid wind blew dust balls red with sparks and
flames over the crazily-cracked surface of the ground. No vegetation survived, save for the occasional
malodorous and cancerous versions of small shrubs and isolated grain stalks: weeping, fleshy lumps grew
down their stalks and stems. Creatures — of both animal and humanoid origins — crept about its
surface, whispering and wailing, digging claws in themselves and in whoever approached, copulating with
rocks, and eating dust.
But the violent, twisting landscape of StarLaughter's mind was far more desolate than this nightmare
which stretched before her.
She stood, and she stared, and even the occasional crazed creature that paused to nibble at her
ankles did not distract her.
StarLaughter was alone. That thought dominated her mind.
She was alone. The Demons had abandoned her. The Hawkchilds had abandoned her.
Even, if Qeteb was to be believed, her son had abandoned her.
No! No! She must not let herself think that!
StarLaughter shuddered, and she moaned, a small rope of dribble escaping her lips.
The Demons had stolen her son, and there was no-one left who could help her.
How many thousands of years had she quested, believing the Demons' lies when they said they
would help her gain revenge for her and her son's deaths? How much power, aid and advice had she
given the Demons, thinking they would help her? Thinking they believed her? Thinking that they had
loved her?
"And all they did was betray me," she whispered.
And all the while laughing at her behind her back?
StarLaughter screamed, her body jerking in a fit of madness.
"They stole my son!" she finally managed to wail. "They stole my son!"
She collapsed onto the ground again, writhing and moaning in misery amid the dirt. She was so
alone; no-one to help her, no-one to understand the depth of betrayal she had suffered, no-one who
would understand the depth of maternal grief she felt, no-one who could help her rescue her son from
Qeteb's metalled madnesses.
That her son still somehow existed within Qeteb StarLaughter had no doubts.
All she had to do was rescue him ... somehow.
But there was no-one to help her! No-one who could understand —
Suddenly StarLaughter stilled, her eyes crazed with hope, and her dribbling mouth opened in a circle
of amazement that she hadn't thought of this before.
Yes ... yes, there was one who could understand her, wasn't there! There was one who would help
her!
StarLaughter giggled, the pure joy of hope (mad, mad hope) suffusing her being, and she clambered
to her feet again.
WolfStar!
Gone from her mind were the thousands of years lusting for revenge against him.
Gone was her hatred of him.
Gone was any sane thought that WolfStar was highly unlikely to want to have anything to do with
her.
Instead, StarLaughter's mind embraced memories warped by her madness into untruths.
WolfStar, years older than her, tenderly playing with her when she'd been a toddler.
WolfStar, desperately in love with her (although, sweet fool, he would never admit it to her),
teaching her to fly when her wings had first emerged.
WolfStar, unable to keep his raging desire under control any longer, seducing her when she'd been
but eleven.
StarLaughter trembled, and laughed softly. He'd never been able to deny his love for her!
He'd been so powerful, so commanding, and StarLaughter knew the entire Icarii race had envied her