"Zohra Greenhalgh - Tricksters Touch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Greenhalgh Zohra)

Rimble crossed his arms over his painted chest. "Ain't got nothing to
explain, Eldest. Nothing to explain at all. You don't want me here? Fine. I'll
go elsewhere."

Themyth frowned. "You can't go out of the universe, Rimble—"

Rimble snorted. "I got me the perfect antidote to Mr. Permanence and
Resistance over there," he said, inclining his head toward Mattermat.
Mattermat's face was scarlet with outrage. Trickster grinned and said, "I
think I likes changing matter from the inside the best. It's so irrevocable—"

"Not in this universe, you don't!" yelled Mattermat.
"Exactly," said Trickster. "Not in this universe at all."

Greatkin Themyth was truly alarmed now. "Rimble—"

Trickster cut her off rudely. "And you know how I turns the inside inside
out, hmm? Myth. That's how I does it. Myth. See, myth molds matter," said
Trickster, making a pun on Mattermat's creative function. "Myth decides
what matters and what don't."

"That's absurd, Rimble," snapped Mattermat, more fear-ful than he wanted
Rimble to know. "We're the Greatkin. We're the ones who give myths
meaning. Not the other way around."

Trickster sniggered nastily. "Just told a myth called Contrarywise. Told it in
a Distant Place. And know what, folks? It's affecting us here."

"Nonsense," retorted Mattermat.

"Just where is this Distant Place?" asked Sathmadd. As the Greatkin of
Organization, it was her job to know all the place names in the known
universes. "A Distant Place" rang no bells whatsoever.

Trickster ignored Sathmadd's question. "Feel another one coming on. Think
I'll call it Trickster's Touch. Might as well take all the credit for all the
havoc—seeing as how you folks don't want any. Of course, if everything
turns out well, I'll take the credit for that, too."

No one said anything.

Trickster went merrily on. "I wasn't finished with Mnemlith. Started the
Jinnaeon with the shock of the New. Anchored it through Zendrak and then
finally through Kelandris when she turned in Speakinghast town. But that's
not enough. Got to do something with the New once it's there. Otherwise,
it turns on itself. Especially if something gets to blocking it," he added,
looking directly at Mattermat. "So we improvise a little. We take it
elsewhere—where it isn't blocked."

"Im—im—improvise?" asked Jinndaven. He was so nervous about what he