"C. S. Friedman - Coldfire 2 - When True Night Falls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friedman C. S)

Tarrant's feet had caught a rung he paused, and looked at
Damien. "Expose my quarters," he commanded. "Tear
down the walls that guard it. Bring my possessions into the
daylight and expose them as well, so that nothing remains
of my power."

"I imagine we'll expose the whole ship when we reach
port-"
 "Now, priest. Before the locals contact us. Our enemies
also shun the sunlight, remember? Best not to confuse that
issue." A hint of a smile, ever so faint, creased his lips,
"Trust me."

"You once cautioned me never to do that," he reminded
him. "But I'll take care of it."

"At dawn."

He winced, and counteroffered, "Early. I promise."

Tarrant chuckled. "Good enough." He began to makef
his descent - carefully, lest his ankle-length garments get
caught between his feet and the rungs - but Damien stopped
him.

"Tarrant."

The Hunter looked up at him. And for a moment
Damien saw in him not the cold-blooded murderer he was,
but the man he once had been. A man of infinite vision. A
man of faith.

That's still there, inside him. It has to be. But how to
bring, it out?

"Thank you," he said at last. "For telling me." And he
added, "It helps."

The Hunter nodded. His expression was grim.

"Let's hope it's enough."

Rasya. He dreamed of her, and woke to find himself stiff
with longing. They'd had such a good time together when
the journey had first begun, what with his energy and her?
exuberance and a good bit of sexual know-how on both
their parts. A perfect match, it had seemed. He'd hoped it
would last. But then, as their navigational instruments
began to fail, she grew increasingly restless. Tense. He
made the mistake of thinking it was because of her work,