"Mary Rosenblum - Color Vision" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenblum Mary)

Lucky, yes. Not brave. Just stupid. I rub my arms. Jeremy’s looking at
me like he’s impressed. I make a face at him. “What do we do now, Cris?”
My voice comes out shaky. “Is there any way to keep it out?”
 “There’s nothing else I can use to stop it.” He looks around the fort.
“If I had another First Born, we might be strong enough to keep him at bay.
Maybe.”

Well, I can’t help it if my dad isn’t magic and I’m not magic.

“Come on, Cris.” Jeremy is kind of hopping up and down. “Melanie
can see this umbra thing. You have the dagger. We gotta work together on
this. You can’t just sit here and wait for him.”

While Jeremy’s going on, I’m looking out into the yard. It’s real late
now, the empty, cold part of the night like when you wake up and you feel
like you’re the only living thing in the world. And there he is. Walking into the
yard just like he walked into class. And I can see him real easy, even
though it’s dark and there isn’t even a moon. That silvery stuff kind of drifts
around him, like he’s walking in his own fogbank.

“Hello, Melanie.” He looks up and smiles like a teacher smiles when
you’re doing something wrong, but he’s not real upset by it. “Jeremy, you
don’t want to be here,” he says. “You’ll get into a lot of trouble and your
parents won’t ever really trust you again. They won’t wake up if you sneak
back in, now. I won’t even give you detention for skipping. You were
wor-ried about a friend, and that’s a good thing. Go to bed now, and I’ll see
you in the morning.”

He sounds so warm. So worried about Jeremy. And I look at Jeremy,
and he’s squirming. And even I want to go inside and go to bed and see
him in the morning.

“Melanie, you need to go home right now. Your father is really worried
about you, you know. He might. . . well, you know that if he thought he had
lost you, too, as well as your mother, he might do something terrible to
himself.”

And I’m on my feet. Dad. I haven’t really thought about him, and Mr.
Teleomara is right. . .

“Stop it, Zoroan.” Cris’s voice sounds like a frog croaking, but the
gold is real bright, all sparkly. “Don’t play your tricks on them.”

And it’s like someone dumped a bucket of water on my head. :
“He’s lying, Jeremy.” My voice sounds ugly, too. “Don’t listen to him.”

“This is not your worry, children.” He’s still smiling. “It’s not your world.
Nothing that happens here has anything to do with you. Go home. Go to
bed. Everything will be all right in the morning.”