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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 224 из 236Whoever was in charge gave the order, and suddenly the sound of gunfire was everywhere, bursting open like one huge explosion.
The bullets passed through the shimmering almost-form like it wasn't there. I began to wonder where all those bullets would end up, because they'd keep going until they found some target. Then men were yelling, "Stop firing, cease fire," all up and down the line.
The sudden silence rang in my ears. The shimmering form just kept pushing at the wall, or rather the wardings in the wall. It didn't seem to have noticed the bullets or the police.
"What just happened?" Lucy asked.
"It is in a time between this time and the next," Doyle said. He had walked back to us while we were watching them throw bullets at the thing. "It is a type of glamoury that allows the fey to hide themselves from mortal eyes."
Lucy looked at me. "Can you do that?"
"No," I said.
"Nor can the rest of the sidhe," Doyle said. "We gave up that ability when we made the Nameless."
"I've never been able to do anything like that," I said.
"You were born after we'd done two castings like the Nameless," Doyle said. "How could anyone have blamed you for being less than we once were?"
"The witch has broken some of the glamoury," Frost said.
"But not enough," Doyle said.
The two of them looked at each other.
"No," I said. "No to whatever you're thinking."
They looked at me. "Meredith, we must stop it here."
"No," I said. "No, we must keep Maeve Reed alive. That's what we talked about. No one talked about killing the Nameless. I mean, it can't die, can it?"
They looked at each other again. Rhys joined us. "No, it can't die."
"Is it real?" Lucy asked.
He looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"Is it solid enough to be hurt by our weapons?"
He nodded. "Oh, yes, it's real enough for that. Once it's stripped of the magic that keeps it safe."
"We must strip that magic away," Doyle said.
"How?" I asked, and my stomach was tight at the idea of what it might take.
"It must be wounded," Frost said.
I looked at his arrogant face and knew that he was hiding something from me. I grabbed his arm. "How can you wound it?"
His eyes softened as he looked down at me; the grey went from the color of storm clouds to sky just after the rain when the sun is about to break through. I watched the color swirl like clouds itself across his eyes.
"A weapon of power would be able to wound it, if the warrior were skilled enough.
The bullets passed through the shimmering almost-form like it wasn't there. I began to wonder where all those bullets would end up, because they'd keep going until they found some target. Then men were yelling, "Stop firing, cease fire," all up and down the line.
The sudden silence rang in my ears. The shimmering form just kept pushing at the wall, or rather the wardings in the wall. It didn't seem to have noticed the bullets or the police.
"What just happened?" Lucy asked.
"It is in a time between this time and the next," Doyle said. He had walked back to us while we were watching them throw bullets at the thing. "It is a type of glamoury that allows the fey to hide themselves from mortal eyes."
Lucy looked at me. "Can you do that?"
"No," I said.
"Nor can the rest of the sidhe," Doyle said. "We gave up that ability when we made the Nameless."
"I've never been able to do anything like that," I said.
"You were born after we'd done two castings like the Nameless," Doyle said. "How could anyone have blamed you for being less than we once were?"
"The witch has broken some of the glamoury," Frost said.
"But not enough," Doyle said.
The two of them looked at each other.
"No," I said. "No to whatever you're thinking."
They looked at me. "Meredith, we must stop it here."
"No," I said. "No, we must keep Maeve Reed alive. That's what we talked about. No one talked about killing the Nameless. I mean, it can't die, can it?"
They looked at each other again. Rhys joined us. "No, it can't die."
"Is it real?" Lucy asked.
He looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"Is it solid enough to be hurt by our weapons?"
He nodded. "Oh, yes, it's real enough for that. Once it's stripped of the magic that keeps it safe."
"We must strip that magic away," Doyle said.
"How?" I asked, and my stomach was tight at the idea of what it might take.
"It must be wounded," Frost said.
I looked at his arrogant face and knew that he was hiding something from me. I grabbed his arm. "How can you wound it?"
His eyes softened as he looked down at me; the grey went from the color of storm clouds to sky just after the rain when the sun is about to break through. I watched the color swirl like clouds itself across his eyes.
"A weapon of power would be able to wound it, if the warrior were skilled enough.