"Ron Goulart - Memoirs of the Witch Queen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

“You know we have to have a completed manuscript in three months,
dude. Certain people here at Greensea are getting—”

“Inza Warburton is aware of that, Rudy.”

“I had to fight to get them to take her book for the winter list,” said his
editor. “And it was a battle to get you hired. Since I’ve worked with you
before and you live just one town over from that self-styled witch, you
were—”

“She’s a witch queen,” corrected Sanson. “Meaning she’s top-seeded
in the quack sorcery community. You knew that, Rudy, which is why
Greensea wanted her memoirs in the first place.”

“Be that as it may,” said Rudy, “we’ve got to start seeing more pages
damned soon. Otherwise ... otherwise ... otherwise....”

“Rudy?”

Sanson heard a bouncing thump, followed by the sound of stacks of
fat manuscripts sliding off a desk to thunk onto a thick rug.

“Rudy?”

Then a young woman said, “Paul, this is Polly.”

“What’s happened to Rudy?”

“Well, I don’t exactly know. He’s lying here on the floor of his office in
some sort of coma and his feet are twitching and his face is a lobster color.
I have to go get help. We’ll call you later.”

“Yeah, okay.”

For several minutes he sat in his only armchair, looking out not at the
damp, overcast day but at the blank tan wall behind his small sofa.

Rising slowly, he said, “I’d better go see Inza Warburton.”

****

The carved wooden door was yanked open with such force that the
brass gargoyle knocker rattled and thumped. A large, plump arm reached
out from the shadowy hallway, pulling him in out of the rainy early afternoon.

“So good to see you, hon.”

Two large plump arms encircled him and, as the heavy oaken door
was booted shut, he was hugged enthusiastically by the immense Inza
Warburton.