"Margaret Weis - The Dragon's Son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weis Margaret)

Bellona gave an anguished cry.
Beneath the bed, the two babies lay in a pool of their mother's
blood and wailed as if they knew.
Melisande's sons.
One of them human, born of love and magic.
One of them half-human and half-dragon, born of evil.
Both of them hidden away. One in plain view for all the world
to see. One in the tangled forest of a grieving and embittered
heart.
None of this had turned out as any of the dragons had planned.


"Killing the mother was folly," raved Grald, the dragon father
of the half-human son. "Your women were supposed to capture
her, bring her to me. She was unusually strong in the dragon
magic, as proven by the fact that she bore my son and both she
and the babe survived. I could have continued to make use of
her, to breed more like her."
"You have found others who are serving the same purpose. As
for Melisande, she was unusually strong," Maristara stated coldly.
"The threat she posed far outweighed her usefulness. She was the
sole human on this earth who knew the truth about the Mistress
of Dragons."
"A threat she posed to you," Grald grumbled.
"A threat to me is a threat to us both," Maristara returned.
"Without the children of Seth, you would have no city, no
subjects, no army."
"We do not yet have an army."
"We will. Our plans can go forward now that Melisande has
been removed," said Maristara, with a dig and a twist of a mental
claw.
"What about the Parliament?"
"The Parliament of Dragons will do what it has done for a
thousand years. Talk and debate. Decide not to decide. Then fly
back to their safe and secret lairs and go to sleep."
"And the walker. Draconas." Grald growled the name and
mumbled over it, as if it were a bone the dragon would like very
much to chew. "You must concede that he is—or could be—a
threat."
"That is true and we will deal with him, but all in good time. As
he so cleverly arranged it, he is our only link to the children— the
sons of Melisande. Your son in particular. Kill him and we kill
any chance of finding them. Besides, if he were to suddenly turn
up dead, think of the uproar. The Parliament might actually be
inclined to do something. Best to lull them into complacency. Let
the Parliament slumber and let Draconas walk the world on his
two human legs."
"So long as we keep track of where those human legs of his
take him," said Grald.
 "That is a given," agreed Maristara.