"Freda Warrington - A Taste of Blood Wine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Warrington Freda)

"He will."
"You bastard. You will be sorry."
"I think not, my love." He stroked her head. "This is why I said you
would need your courage."
She was silent, weak from loss of blood, as he drew her upwards
through haloes of semi-solid indigo light. The Crystal Ring was
utterly silent, a sweeping realm of unbearable beauty. As Kristian
climbed towards its upper limits he felt warm for a time. Euphoric.
Still it took all his strength to carry Ilona upwards to his destination.
The light paled. A silver-blue sea rippled above him, mysterious
and delicate. As he broke through its surface, sudden iciness bit
through to his bones.
Ice crystals made a swirling staircase by which he ascended to his


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destination; a vast plateau forty miles about the Earth's surface,
lonelier and wilder than the flank of Mount Everest, hurtling
endlessly through nothingness. The Weisskalt. The cold sang
through him. Even the beauty was painfully knife-edged, the
sunlight thin and raw, everything dazzling white. He could see the
rich blue curve of the Earth and the blackness of space, scattered
with stars and galaxies like tiny whorls of fire. Still Earth, and yet…
somewhere else entirely. The world as it existed in the mind of the
Almighty.
How could Karl not believe in God?
The blood he had taken from Ilona would sustain him long enough
for his purpose and he only had to hold her a little while, until she
fell asleep…
He drank again. She moaned faintly and he stroked her hair. God,
how she loved him, this one. He would make it up to her.
She lay rigid in his arms and he thought she was beyond speech, but
as he looked at her he saw the faintest scintillation of anger in her
eyes. Her lips parted stiffly and she said, "Ask Pierre."
He had to lean close to hear her. "Ask him what?"
Her expression was etched clearly on her shadowed face;
vindictiveness, the sour pleasure of a small triumph in defeat. "Ask
Pierre where Karl is. He's known all this time." She gave a painful
laugh, then the smile froze on her face.
"No, that's impossible. He would have told me. Ilona!"
He shook her, but she didn't respond. She had waited until the very
last moment to give him this tormenting piece of information. Now

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