Аннотация
Terry Pratchett
The Dark Side of the Sun
1
'Only predict.' Charles Sub-Lunar, from The Lights In The Sky Are Photofloods
In the false dawn a warm wind blew out of the east, shaking the dry reed cases.
The marsh mist broke into ribbons and curled away. Small night creatures burrowed hastily into the slime. In the distance, hidden by the baroque mist curls, a night bird screeched in the floating reed beds.
In one of the big lakes near the open sea three delicate white windshells hoisted their papery sails and tacked slowly towards the incoming surf.
Dom waited just beyond the breakers, two metres below the dancing surface, a thin stream of bubbles rising from his gill pack. He heard the shells long before he saw them. They sounded like skates on distant ice.
He grinned to himself. There would only be one chance. Some of those pretty trailing tendrils were lethal. There might never be another chance, ever. He tensed.
And knif...
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