"P. N. Elrod - Adventures Of Myhr" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

flushed down a toilet. A rushing noise, a swirling, that sudden twist, and the awful feeling that my guts
were never going to catch up with the rest of me, then the worse feeling when they did.

Whoosh. Slam.

I held still, waiting for the next shoe to fall, but it never does. Once my consciousness figured it out I
relaxed, sighing with relief.

Terrin said, "Why do you always groan like that? That wasfun !"

"If you're an astronaut riding the vomit comet." I opened my eyes, squinting at a bright day. The barn and
storm and riot were gone, left behind on yet another world. "Where are we? Is it home yet?"

"I don't think so. There wasn't time to pick a direction. Random chance again."

"Damn." The air didn't smell like home, though it was nice and soft. It had that fresh after-dawn tinge and
felt like a late spring or early summer month. Grass, lots of brilliantly green, lush grass covered gentle hills,
a living invitation to roll around and act silly.

Grass is coo-ool.

"Argh!" said Terrin, clapping a hand over his eyes against the daylight. He dropped and began hurriedly
rooting in his pack again. "Sunglasses! Where are my shades?"

Mine were zipped in my jacket pocket. I put them on, then stowed away the flashlight in its designated
pouch. My bag had been within Terrin's circle, thankfully. Some of the debris from the barn floor had
traveled with us. I found my grooming comb with the wide teeth and started working on my still-wet
mane. A quick run-through, another good head-shake and it would dry just fine in the open air.

The rest of me was still pretty damp, though. In silent common accord, Terrin and I put on dry clothes.
He found his sunglasses and a purple fishing hat. "I don't like this place," he grumbled. "Something's not
right here. Too damn much light." Under his short red hair he had naturally pale skin, so he had a right to
complain. More than once I'd seen him lobster out after just an hour. Not a happy experience for either
of us.

"You always say that, unless it's a night landing."

A grouchy snarl as he continued digging. "Gimme your crystal."
 I gave it over. He put it in a small net bag along with his own quartz, safety-pinned it to the top of his hat,
then pulled the hat down low over his brow. The crystals could start charging up with sun energy right
away while we walked, an ingenious idea. Mine, as a matter of fact. He was a brilliant wizard, but I have
my moments, too.

"So what happened?" I asked as he repacked all the junk he'd tossed around in his searches.

"What d'ya mean?" He pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and wrapped a bandana around his exposed neck
to keep from burning. I never had to worry much about such things; my body-fur was better than
sunblock-50.

"The mayor, the irate citizens, the mob, the chase scene. I just want to know why. We had a nice spot