"Eric Van Lustbader - Sunset Warrior 3 - Dai-San" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lustbader Eric van)

Frozen Tears 193
The Dai-San 228

As in the play, the man
wears a mask. Beneath
the mask is the myth.
Behind the myth is the
image of God.

Bujun saying

One
DROWNED

sass

|`ONIN.

It floated in his mind like a scented jewel. An
island, an oasis in a turbulent, flashing stream.
Life in a shifting void where there should be no
other presence.

Ronin.

Soft and sensual; dusky, alive with a meaning
more than inflection. Crimson letters, a brand of
fire written across the heavens of his mind.

Ronin sat up, peered into the darkness. The
creakings of the ship cradled him; the gentle
sighing of the endless sea. The squat brass lamp
swung on its chain. Dimly, from above, he heard
the watch bell chime.

Imperceptibly, the gloom softened.

"Moeru?"

Yes.

He got up. His eyes roamed the small cabin.
Then, startled: "But you cannot speak. This is a
dream."

I called youirom sleep.

He turned slowly in a circle. The berths in the
sloping bulkhead, the narrow shelves, the basin of
water, a glint of the ocean's phosphorescence