"Nancy Kress - Spillage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

never really feared for
darkness without, later more frightened by the
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greater darkness within. No matter how hard he him; he had always
looked, there was nothing there. Not a name, not a been strong, so
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place, not a history.
Choice
Love Among the
Only the lady in the coach, and the First
Coachman: the lady more beautiful than stars, the Talus
First Coachman portly and sharp-eyed as he by Elizabeth Bear
peered back over his shoulder at his apprentice
hanging on behind, to make sure he was doing it 11 December 2006
right. He had been doing it right. He had stood tall
and unsmiling on the perch; the jeweled night had Nilufer raised her eyes
to his. It was not what
flown past the shining sphere of the coach; the
horses' hooves had struck sparks from the stone women did to men,
road. They had passed other coaches, each a glow but she was a
in the darkness growing to an exhilarating rush of princess, and he was
beast and metal, and then the thlock-thlock dying only a bandit. "I want
away behind, leaving the scent of perfume and oiledto be a Witch," she
leather, with never a word spoken. And finally the said. "A Witch and
destination: leaping from the perch to let down the not a Queen. I wish to
carriage steps onto cobblestones so polished they be not loved, but
reflected perfect rectangles of yellow light from the wise. Tell your bandit