"Zelazny, Roger - Amber 10 - Prince Of Chaos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"Aye, a pale blue."
"I wasn't referring to your manner of perceiving it.
Only to the possibility that it could be influencing my thinking."
His wings flashed blue, then red. Our tunnel expanded suddenly and the sky
grew bright with the crazy colors of Chaos. The star we followed now took on the
proportions of a small light--magically enhanced, of course--within a high tower
of a sepulchral castle, all gray and olive, atop a mountain the bottom and
middle of which had been removed The island of stone floated above a petrified
forest. The trees burned with opal fires--orange, purple, green.
"I'd imagine it could be disentangled," Gryll observed. "But its unraveling
be a bafflement to this poor demon."
I grunted. I watched the streaking scenery for a few moments. Then,
"Speaking of demons..." I said.
"Yes?"
"What can you tell me about the sort known as a ty'iga?" I asked.
"They dwell far out beyond the Rim," he replied, "and may be the closest of
all creatures to the primal Chaos. I do not believe they even possess true
bodies of the material sort. They have little to do with other demons, let alone
anyone else."
"Ever know any of them--uh--personally?"
"I have encountered a few-now and then," he replied.
We rose higher. The castle had been doing the same. A fall of meteors
burned its way, brightly, silently, behind it.
"They can inhabit a human body, take it over."
"That doesn't surprise me."
"I know of one who has done this thing, several times. But an unusual
problem has come up. It apparently took control of one on the human's deathbed.
The passing of the human seemed to lock the ty'iga in place. It cannot vacate
the body now. Do you know of any way it might escape?"
Gryll chuckled.
"Jump off a cliff, I suppose. Or fall on a sword."
"But what if it's tied to its host so closely now that this doesn't free
it?"
He chuckled again.
"That's the breaks of the game, in the body-stealing business."
"I owe this one something," I said. "I'd like to help her--it."
He was silent for a time, then replied, "An older, wiser ty'iga might know
something about these matters. And you know where they are."
"Yeah."
"Sorry I can't be more help. They're an old breed, ty'iga."
And now we bore down upon that tower. Our roadway under the shifting
kaleidoscope that was the sky dwindled before us to but the tiniest of streaks.
Gryll beat his way toward the light in the window and I peered past him.
I glanced downward. The prospect was dizzying. From some distant place a
growling sound came up, as if portions of the earth itself were moving slowly
against each other--a common enough occurrence in this vicinity. The winds beat
at my garments. A strand of tangerine clouds beaded the sky to my left. I could
make out detail work in the castle walls. I caught sight of a figure within the
room of the light.
Then we were very near, and then through the window and inside. A large,