Аннотация
Timothy Zahn
Triplet
For Dan and Kathy, and Don and Kathe: who, in their own individual ways, have scotched the rumor that writing is by necessity a lonely occupation.
Prologue
The world was a mass of garish color, surrounding him like splotches of light thrown into a whirlpool. The faint background haze of plant life, the brighter and more localized bits that were animals and insects, the almost painful shining that bespoke a member of humankind—it was a far cry from the grays and blacks of his proper abode.
Astaroth hated it all.
He hated the humans most, of course, but none of it totally escaped his resentment. Not even the plant life, for useless and innocent it might be by itself, without it none of the rest could exist... and then the demon's own kind would not be in such a hateful position. Mortal life was both the enemy and the prize in this war, and the resulting combination of lust and fury was often almost more than he could bear. So ...
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