"Jane Jensen - Gabriel Knight 1 - Sins of the Fathers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jensen Jane)

stars. He only wants to get away, but after a
moment that mindlessness fades and he feels com-
pelled. He must turn, must look.
Far below he sees the circle of fire, though he
can no longer see the woman. The circle spreads
out into a large open hoop of flames, a burning
wheel, then another circle springs up inside the
first, two wheels of fire, spinning. And from the
center something spins out, coming toward him,
rolling in the air like a slow-motion bullet. He
tries to get out of the way, but as the object
approaches he sees that it is only a medallion. The
gold surface bears the images of a lion and a
snake gripping each other in mortal combat.
The medallion stops in the air in front of him
and hangs there. Something about the medallion
is magical, hypnotic. He stretches forth his fingers
to take the device, but before he can touch it, the
medallion begins to ooze blood, black blood
welling up as if from golden pores. He withdraws
his hand in disgust.
Three drops of blood fall into the blackness
below. He follows them, down, down. Far below
him is a cobblestone street, just like the streets in
New Orleans. The three drops of blood hit the
cobblestones.
Drip, drip, drip. And the black blood, making
contact with the stones, hisses and elongates. It is
not three drops of blood at all, but snakes, three
snakes, black and small and slick. The snakes split
apart and wriggle away into the night.
And then it is dark again. No light. No street.
Nothing at all, until lightning splits the sky in the
distance. By its light he can see a hill far off—a
peaked hill silhouetted against the sky. The light-
ning fades and the blackness returns. He rushes
straight ahead, to where his mind fixed the loca-
tion of the hill. Something is there, he thinks.
Lightning flashes again and he can see that he's
closer this time, much closer. And now more of the
hill's silhouette is detailed and on the peak of
the hill is a tree, black against the sky, and from
the tree dangles a rope, black against the sky, and
from the end of the rope hangs a body. The light
goes. He rushes toward the hill still, because
now he knows why the hill is important. He must
see. Who?
And the lightning flashes again and he is close
to the figure now, can make out... a black cloak, a
collar, long blond hair. And then it is dark and still