"Sara Douglass - The Axis Trilogy 2 - Enchanter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)

Your power will destroy you
If you should wield it in the fray
'Ere these prophecies are met:
The Sentinels will walk abroad
'Til power corrupt their hearts;
A child will turn her head and cry
Revealing ancient arts;
A wife will hold in joy at night
The slayer of her husband;
Age-old souk, long in cribs,
Will sing o'er mortal land;
The remade dead, fat with child
Will birth abomination;
A darker power will prove to be
The father of salvation.
Then waters will release bright eyes
To form the Rainbow Sceptre.
StarMan, listen, for I know
That you can wield the sceptre
To bring Gorgrael to his knees
And break the ice asunder.
But even with the power in hand
Your pathway is not sure:
A Traitor from within your camp
Will seek and plot to harm you;
Let not your Lover's pain distract
For this will mean your death;
Destroyer's might lies in his hate
Yet you must never follow;
Forgiveness is the thing assured
To save Tencendor's soul.
Prologue: The Ruins of Gorkenfort
Gorgrael stood in the deserted bedchamber of Gorkenfort Keep, his breath
frosting about his tusks in the frigid atmosphere. His bright silver eyes narrowed
as he absorbed the lingering memories and emotions of the room. Bending, he
scraped a hand across the bed, catching and tearing the bed linen with his
hooked claws. Hate and desire, pain and satisfaction lingered here. He snatched
a handful of the material to his nostrils, crushing it between his powerful claws.
She had been here, had slept here, had laughed and cried here. Gorgrael
abruptly arched his body back, his muscles rigid, and shrieked his anger,
frustration and desire. He hated and wanted this woman almost as much as he
hated and wanted Axis.
Outside the Keep's walls the Skraelings stilled and fell silent as they heard
their master's voice echo about the frozen wastes. As suddenly as he had given
vent to his anger and desire Gorgrael stopped, straightening and relaxing his
body. He dropped the fragment of sheet to the floor, and glanced around the
ruined chamber. This had been her chamber, hers and that pitiful fool's,
Borneheld. He was of no account; Gorgrael would brush him aside at the first
possible opportunity. But the woman...she was the key.
Gorgrael knew the Prophecy almost as well as its maker. He knew that now