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

"Sure you didn't use some of yours? You look a little gaunt."

"I just played traffic cop, and it's this damn daylight that's messing with my looks."

He was touchy about his appearance, so I let it drop. "Will he ever get rid of the daisies and bugs?"

"Not anytime soon. He'll have to find another wizard to fix it back, and that will cost him. Maybe he'll
learn a lesson or the other wizard can talk some sense into him. There's nothing worse than Talents who
think they know everything about the Art. They're way more dangerous than those of us who do."

Terrin was an expert, and he did know a lot, but for the moment not enough to get us back home again.
I kept quiet on that sensitive point and nodded toward a hill. "I think there's a road over there."

"What makes you think that?"

I shrugged. "It just seems the right way to go. You got your magic, I got my instinct."

"Okay. Let's go find out where we are. I'm starving."

We had traveling food in the packs, along with water, but those were for emergency only during
stopovers in truly barren worlds. Whenever possible, we tried to live off the land. That usually meant
taking odd jobs to earn our way. I'd do street-singing and story-telling, and when he had the energy,
Terrin would trade minor magics for cash, but only in places where magic was accepted. Otherwise, he
bartended.

Once upon a time, oh, a few dozen worlds ago, we lived on Earth—our Earth, the one you're on, not
any of these other spots that called themselves by the same name. Terrin had a nice little metaphysical
bookstore and coffee shop that afforded him the freedom to do what he liked. What he liked most after
magic was getting laid—one of my favorites, too—and hardcore partying. The techno club raves he
frequented in Deep Ellum in Dallas provided outlets for both. I'm more of a rock and roller. Techno is
okay, just not for me. The rocker girls are just as cute.

I should really introduce myself, though. I'm Myhr—rhymes withpurr —just Myhr, no other name that I
can remember. What makes me more obviously different from most people are my cat features on a
man's body. Just the face, I don't have a tail, though a lot of girls have enthusiastically assured me the
tushy I do possess is very appealing.

And no, I amnot related to the tunnel guy on that TV series. If that was true I'd have hit him up for an
introduction to Linda Hamilton.
 Where I came from is a mystery to me. Terrin thinks it was a magical experiment; I've speculated on
genetics. Ido have plenty of feline DNA making whoopee in my human-shaped bod—found that out
when I saved enough cash working in Terrin's store to have a test made. So far no black-suited
government types came banging on the door to make an issue of it. Terrin said he'd put up a protection
spell around me to prevent that. Mighty altruistic of him, but I'm sure he did it for himself just to avoid
dealing with the annoyance. Anything that keeps him away from parties and/or getting laid is an
annoyance.

My lack of memory of where I was born and what I did before turning up on Terrin's doorstep never
bothered me much. Not that I wouldn't like to know, but I don't stay up nights worrying about my