"Robyn Tallis - Giants of Elenna - Planet Builders" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tallis Robyn)

only could direct the theskies actions but were intelligent — possibly more intelligent than humans.
Maybe the worst of it was that it was the quufers who were responsible for the current, who'd somehow
entered her mind and linked her to the others.

She shivered again. Though the rest of the gang seemed to be thoroughly taken with wonder at the
discovery of another sentient species, Philippa only reaction had been repulsion. Nobody else seemed to
feel this way, but ever since she'd found out that the quufers could think and plan, she hated the thought
of quufers in her room, nesting on her pillow. Spying. Luckily, the three she'd "adopted" seemed to have
picked up her unvoiced feelings, and she had not seen them since Sean first announced his discovery.

Sean. He'd made the big discovery, and he'd nearly lost his life in doing so. Her mind veered away from
that memory — and produced another green-eyed, black-haired young man: Miguel. Only instead of
seeing those smiling green eyes, and his tall, strong form as he'd moved so vitally through her life three
years before, her memory produced that terrible image of Miguel as she 5and Arkady had found him at
the last — slumped over, his clothes dark with blood, his face drained of all life. Dead, so very far from
home ...

It's my fault he's dead — my fault If I hadn't asked him to to hide Arkady and me, he'd still be alive right
now, working peacefully at the fish farm....

She shook her head violently. What is it about me? Everything I care about seems to get destroyed.

She looked up again, her eyes dry and achy. All over Admin Hill, lights winked on in the domes
belonging to Ambora's administrative families. Shadowy side streets leaped into visibility as glowglobes
were lit; splashes of light reflected in the water below. She looked down at the rushing water. It flowed
steadily toward the sea, where the others were gathered for the back-to-school

party. They were waiting for her; she could feel them, somewhere deep inside her skull.... The quufers
tied us together with this weird mental current. None of us asked for it — and now we can't get rid of it.

Philippa gripped the rail of the bridge, trying to steady herself.

Time to shake this mood! Go home, get a wrap, and go to the beach. Forget about the quufers, the
theskies. She stopped herself just before she heard the mental echo: Miguel.

With any luck her parents would be out, or at least closed into their part of the family home. She walked
swiftly up the street.

The door cycled open just as she reached the walkway. Her father stood in the lighted rectangle, his eyes
glowing a soft, pale green. For a moment Philippa was tempted to run, but she knew he could see her by
the same telltale phosphorescent glow in her own eyes. "Philippa," Mr. Bidding said, "I was just about to
send the robot to seek you."

Her parents were usually about as interested in her movements as they would be in a communicable
disease, and their usual tone of voice toward her (when they were forced to speak to her) was a special
dry-ice politesse that only aristocrats long-trained in the art of snubbing people attained. Now her father
sounded almost.. .friendly.

Philippa's insides tightened. When her father sounded friendly, it meant only one thing: he was up to
something. Most of the time, his "friendly" voice was aimed at his