"Tanya Huff - Victoria Nelson - 03 - Blood Lines" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

Dr. Rax let out a long breath he hadn't been aware of holding and the tension visibly left his shoulders.

"You were expecting maybe Bela Lugosi?" Dr. Shane asked dryly, pitched for his ears alone. The look
he turned on her-half horror, half exhaustion-made her regret the words almost instantly. "Can we go
home now?" she asked in a tone deliberately light. "Or did you want to cram another two years of
research into this evening?"

He did. He saw his hand reach out and hover over the strip of hieroglyphs. He snatched it back.

"Pack it up," he said, straightening, forcing his voice to show no sign of how he had to fight to form the
words. "We'll deal with it Monday." Then he turned and, before he could change his mind, strode from
the workroom.

***
He would have laughed aloud had it been possible, unable to contain the rush of exaltation. His body
might still be bound, but with the opening of his prison his ka was free.

Free… freed… feed.

Chapter Two
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...0Victoria%20Nelson%20-%2003%20-%20Blood%20Lines.txt (12 of 224)23-2-2006 23:09:13
 file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20d...%20Huff%20-%20Victoria%20Nelson%20-%2003%20-%20Blood%20Lines.txt



Detective-Sergeant Michael Celluci frowned at his companion. "What the hell are you babbling about?"

"Babbling? I was not babbling. I was ruminating on the monuments that man builds to man." Pushing
her glasses securely into place, Vicki Nelson bent, stiff-legged, and laid both palms against the concrete
at her feet.

Celluci snorted at this blatant display of flexibility- obviously intended to remind him of his limitations-
tilted his head back and gazed up the side of the CN Tower. From their position at its base,
foreshortening made it appear simultaneously infinite and squat, the radio antennae that extended its
height, hidden behind the bulge of the restaurants and observation deck. "Cows ruminate," he grunted.
"And I assume you mean man in the racial sense rather than the genetic."

Vicki shrugged, the motion almost lost in her position. "Maybe." She straightened and grinned. "But
they don't call it the world's tallest free-standing phallic symbol for nothing."

"Dream on." He sighed as she grasped her left ankle and lifted the leg up until it rose into the air at a
better than forty-five-degree angle. "And quit showing off. You ready to climb this thing yet?"

"Just waiting for you to finish warming up."

Celluci smiled. "Then get ready to eat my dust."