"Terri Windling - The Color of Angels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Windling Terri)

emerged, abstract, half-tangible, suggestive of archways and thresholds, of faded frescoes on
crumbling walls.

Tat glanced up at the clock again. Just enough time to print the plate; she'd only be a little late,
and Larry, of course, would expect that she'd be. Late, breathless, paint on her hands: that's the
way she always came to him; while he would arrive precisely on time, order a bottle of good red
wine, and flirt with all of the waitresses until Tat finally arrived.

She placed the plate on the bed of her hand press, covered with wet Fabriano paper. She set
the weights, and then began to pull the wheel that turned the press, pushing ink and paper together.
The wheel was stiff. She fought the rise of panic when it would not move, betraying the weakness