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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I stood there with the Browning pointed skyward. I turned in a slow circle, surveying the mountaintop. We were alone, the three of us. So why didn't I want to put my gun up?
Magnus took a step up the slope and stopped. He raised slender hands towards the power-charged air. He trailed fingertips down it, like it was water. I felt the ripples of his touch shiver down my skin, tremble through my magic.
No, I wasn't putting my gun up yet.
"What was that?" Larry asked. His gun was still out, pointed at the ground.
Bouvier moved his gleaming eyes to Larry. "He is not a necromancer, Anita, but he is more than he seems."
"Aren't we all," I said. "Why didn't you want me to raise the dead, Magnus?"
He stared up at me. His eyes were full of glinting lights like reflections in a pool, but the reflections were of things that were not there.
"Answer me, Magnus."
"Or what?" he asked. "You'll shoot me?"
"Maybe," I said.
The slope made him shorter than I was, so I was looking down on him. "I didn't believe anyone could raise dead this old without a human sacrifice. I thought you'd take Stirling's money, try, fail, and go home." He took a step forward, trailing his hands through the power again, as if he were testing it. As if he weren't sure he could cross into it. The touch made Larry gasp.
"With this power you can raise some of them, maybe enough of them," Magnus said.
"Enough for what?" I asked.
He stared up at me, as if he hadn't meant to speak aloud. "You mustn't raise the dead on this mountain, Anita, Larry. You must not."
"Give us a reason not to," I said.
He smiled up at me. "I don't suppose just because I asked."
I shook my head. "Not hardly."
"This would be so much easier if glamor worked on you." He took another step up the slope. "Of course, if glamor worked on you, we wouldn't be here, would we?"
If he wouldn't answer one question, I'd try another one. "Why'd you run from the police?"
He took another step closer, and I backed up. He'd done nothing overtly threatening, but there was something about him as he stood there, something alien.
There were images in his eyes that made me want to glance behind to see what was reflecting in his eyes. I could almost see trees, water. . It was like the things you see out of the corner of your eye, except in color.
"You told the police my secret; why?"
"I had to.
I stood there with the Browning pointed skyward. I turned in a slow circle, surveying the mountaintop. We were alone, the three of us. So why didn't I want to put my gun up?
Magnus took a step up the slope and stopped. He raised slender hands towards the power-charged air. He trailed fingertips down it, like it was water. I felt the ripples of his touch shiver down my skin, tremble through my magic.
No, I wasn't putting my gun up yet.
"What was that?" Larry asked. His gun was still out, pointed at the ground.
Bouvier moved his gleaming eyes to Larry. "He is not a necromancer, Anita, but he is more than he seems."
"Aren't we all," I said. "Why didn't you want me to raise the dead, Magnus?"
He stared up at me. His eyes were full of glinting lights like reflections in a pool, but the reflections were of things that were not there.
"Answer me, Magnus."
"Or what?" he asked. "You'll shoot me?"
"Maybe," I said.
The slope made him shorter than I was, so I was looking down on him. "I didn't believe anyone could raise dead this old without a human sacrifice. I thought you'd take Stirling's money, try, fail, and go home." He took a step forward, trailing his hands through the power again, as if he were testing it. As if he weren't sure he could cross into it. The touch made Larry gasp.
"With this power you can raise some of them, maybe enough of them," Magnus said.
"Enough for what?" I asked.
He stared up at me, as if he hadn't meant to speak aloud. "You mustn't raise the dead on this mountain, Anita, Larry. You must not."
"Give us a reason not to," I said.
He smiled up at me. "I don't suppose just because I asked."
I shook my head. "Not hardly."
"This would be so much easier if glamor worked on you." He took another step up the slope. "Of course, if glamor worked on you, we wouldn't be here, would we?"
If he wouldn't answer one question, I'd try another one. "Why'd you run from the police?"
He took another step closer, and I backed up. He'd done nothing overtly threatening, but there was something about him as he stood there, something alien.
There were images in his eyes that made me want to glance behind to see what was reflecting in his eyes. I could almost see trees, water. . It was like the things you see out of the corner of your eye, except in color.
"You told the police my secret; why?"
"I had to.