"Simon Hawke - Wizards 08 - Wizard of Lovecraft Cafe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)Three to bind them, three in one,
Three to hide them from the sun, Three to hold them, three to keep, Three to watch the sleepless sleep." McGuire wrote quickly, getting it all down in his notebook. On the surface, it sounded like some sort of nursery rhyme. Natasha opened her eyes, blinked, and shook her head, as if to clear it. She looked dazed. "What was that?" he asked. "I have no idea," she replied. "It just came to me. It must be some kind of spell." "A living triangle . . . What does that mean?" "How the hell am I supposed to know? This place is full of more powerful vibrations than I've ever encountered anywhere before. I'm being flooded with so much, I'm having a hard time making sense of anything. It's like listening to several different pieces of music, all played at the same time. it's like a psychic cacophony, and it's driving me crazy!" "You want to get out of here for a while?" She shook her head. "No. It's exasperating, but I'm all right. I was sick back there in the elevator, but the feeling in here is different. There's been a tremendous amount of energy released here." , "Unquestionably. Have you had forensic adepts in here to scan for trace emanations?" "Not yet. You kicked everybody out." "Well, when they do get around to taking a reading, don't be surprised if it knocks them for a loop," she said. "Does the name Morpheus mean anything to you?" "Morpheus? No. What's that?" "It's not a what, it's a who," Natasha said. "And it's not his only name." "What about Michael Cornwall?" "Yes, that resonates . . . and Modred," said Natasha. "He's also known as Modred." McGuire wrote it down. "Now we're getting somewhere." Natasha frowned. "But he's dead. I think." She shook her head. "I don't know, I'm not sure. . . . I'm getting something about a rune. ... It has something to do with the spell." She cocked her head to one side. "Weird." "What's weird?" "The rune. It's a weird rune." |
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