Darkfall. Janice Hardy
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Название: Darkfall

Автор: Janice Hardy

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9780007550951

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СКАЧАТЬ the Shifter, the one who rescued all those Healers in Geveg.”

      “There’s Nya. She saved our lives in Baseer. Took on the Undying to do it, too.”

      My skin twitched with so many eyes on me. I’d spent my whole life hiding who I was – what I was – but my secret was gossip now. And gossip travelled faster than a four-footed hen.

      Maybe even fast enough to reach the Duke’s ears.

      “Here we are.” Danello pushed open a gate to a low-walled garden. Cool green shade greeted us, smelling of honeysuckle and white ginger. It was beautiful, but my uneasiness was rising like the tide.

      “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” I said. With all the new folks on the farm, one or two could be spies – or worse, trackers – for the Duke. He finally had control of Baseer again, and that was making everyone nervous. We should be preparing to fight back, defend ourselves if needed, not enjoying the sunshine.

      “Nya, it’s OK. It’s quiet here, no one will bother us.” Danello squeezed my hand and rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. I took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. Until we knew what the Duke was doing, there wasn’t anything to prepare for.

      We followed a stone path that curved among bright yellow flowers and trees with white bark and circled around a small pond. Danello stopped and pulled a blanket out of the basket. He shook it open and spread it out by the water.

      “Breakfast is served,” he said with a flourish.

      I sat, scanning the bushes while he rummaged through the basket. Leaves rustled in the wind like footsteps crunching through dry grass, but I didn’t see anyone around.

      “Do you want fish cakes or stuffed peppers?” He held both up and wiggled them as if that made them more appealing. Didn’t help the food, but it did make him look adorable. His warm brown eyes. The cute little scar above his lip.

      I was a fool. A romantic picnic with Danello and all I could think about was what the Duke was up to? Danello deserved better.

      “What’s the pepper stuffed with?” I asked, scooting closer.

      “Um…” He poked a finger into the breading. “Looks like fish.”

      “The same fish?”

      “Maybe, if it was a big fish.” He grinned.

      I chuckled, the first laugh I’d had in, Saints, I couldn’t remember. It felt good. This was good. Me, him, together all alone for once, with no one trying to kill either of us. I needed more of this – lots more. “I meant the same kind of fish.”

      “I know, but it made you smile.” He set the pepper on a plate and grabbed a knife from the basket. “We’ll split both. That way you won’t have to choose.”

      Like I chose to leave Tali behind? My grin faltered. I hadn’t meant to think it, hadn’t wanted to think it. Shouldn’t have thought it, not with the sun and flowers and a cute boy bringing me food.

      A sweet scent drifted past on the breeze. White ginger. Tali’s scent. No wonder I’d thought of her.

      Danello looked at me, uncertain. “You OK?”

      I nodded and he resumed cutting.

      It hadn’t been my choice to leave her. Danello and Aylin had kidnapped me, carried me screamingout of Baseer, thrown me on Jeatar’s boat, and locked me in a cabin until we were far enough away that I couldn’t swim back.

       That’s not the choice you regret.

      No, it was the one I’d made my first night in Baseer, when I could have saved Tali from the tracker Vyand and kept her out of the Duke’s clutches. But Danello and Aylin had been captured, too, imprisoned in a Baseeri jail and facing execution. Their certain deaths had weighed against Tali’s life.

      And I’d chosen them.

      Tali had been in trouble for sure, but Danello and Aylin would have been killed in just a few hours. I’d thought I’d have time to go back for her. Thought I could save them all, but I’d been wrong. I’d left her in a city tearing itself apart with a man who wanted to turn her into a weapon and force her to kill.

      “Here you go.” Danello handed me a plate, a smile on his face but worry in his eyes. “One half of a mystery-fish-stuffed pepper and one full fish cake.”

      I took my food. The first bite tasted like rock, but I kept eating. He’d gone to so much trouble, and all for me.

      Footsteps thumped over stone and I tensed. Another couple appeared but kept walking around the pond. They didn’t even look at us. Maybe we were far enough outside the farmhouse grounds that people didn’t recognise me. My name was a lot more famous than my face.

      “It’s OK, Nya, you’re safe here,” Danello said softly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

      He wouldn’t, either. He’d face any soldiers the Duke sent after me. Watch my back no matter what I tried to do. Even when he disagreed with it.

      “Thank you,” I said. I should have said more, but the words wouldn’t come. I looked at him, hoping he’d know how I felt anyway. Eyes say more than lips ever could. Danello had nice lips. I smiled.

      He smiled back nervously and leaned towards me, just a little, as if waiting to see what I’d do. I leaned in as well, my heart pounding. Hoping he’d come closer, so I could go closer and—

      “Excuse me?” a woman called, stepping out from under the trees.

      Danello blew out a sigh and turned around. I frowned at her. She looked too nicely dressed for a refugee. A Baseeri merchant perhaps. A man stepped out next, his face scarred, three scratches on one side, forehead to chin, like a giant bird had clawed him. He looked more like a soldier.

      “Yes?” Danello asked.

      The woman smiled at us. “Have you heard about the Great Flash?”

      “Great Flash?”

      She nodded. “It happened in Baseer. A flash bright as the sun, caused by a girl who channelled the Saints’ power to crush the Duke’s palace.”

      I shivered. She had it all wrong.

      “Um, that’s not what happened,” I said. “It was a pynvium weapon that overloaded and flashed.”

      Danello grabbed my hand. “Don’t say anything else,” he whispered.

      “The Saints sing of this girl,” the woman continued. She glanced at the scarred man. “They gave her the power of Their light so she could save us from the darkness.”

      I couldn’t even save my sister. How did they expect me to save them?

      “She sounds, uh, great, but we need to go.” Danello inched away, tugging me with him. He kept one hand near the rapier at his hip.

      “Were you there?” the man asked. His desperate gaze bored СКАЧАТЬ