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

By the time he realized the true cause, it was too late to
salvage what they'd shared.

I've got wards to keep me from getting pregnant, she'd
told him, but what if they go, too? Hell of a time and place
to be having kids, don't you think?

And then there were the volcanos of Novatlantis and the
flood tides of the Eastern Gate and the time never seemed
quite right to suggest that there were more mechanical
means they could resort to. Because they were beyond that,
really. They'd fought enough over trivial things before her
real fears came out in the open that recapturing those
moments of intimacy would be all but impossible. Women
were like that.
 Too bad, he thought. It was good while it lasted. That's
all you could really ask for, wasn't it?

He turned over to go back to sleep, half hoping his
dream would pick up where it left off. Then a soft knocking
on his cabin door reminded him of what had woken him up
in the first place.

He fumbled for the lamp, managed to get it lit without
setting himself on fire. Then bunched up the blankets where
it mattered most and called out softly. "What? Who is it?"

The door creaked open, ever so slightly. A slender figure
slipped inside, draped in a coarse seaman's coat. With bare
legs, he noted. Shorts, in this weather? How like her.

"You up?" Rasya asked.

It took all his self-control not to make the obvious
wisecrack. "I am now," he managed. "Tarrant gone?"

She nodded. "Dissolved into night, as the poet would
say. Quite an impressive display."

"Yeah. He's an impressive guy."

Her blue eyes were fixed on him. Sparkling.
Mischievous. God, he still wanted her. "You up to some
company?" she asked softly.

"Why? Has something happened?"

"Not yet." She smiled, somewhat tentatively. "But I was
thinking maybe it might."