Valerik: переводы

→"More or less," Arriane said as Cam arched his wings backward and plowed past the Outcast boy, through the door and into the backyard. "Luce will explain, I’m sure!"

→Cam rolled his shoulders back as if he were working out a knot - and there, right where his shoulder blades came together, an enormous pair of golden wings split through his gray cashmere sweater. They unfurled behind him, taking up most of the kitchen. Cam’s wings were so bright they were almost blinding as they pulsed.

→Luce closed her eyes. "I missed you, too." It was the first time in weeks she hadn’t lied to her parents.

→"Um ... what is it again that makes traveling by Announcer so dangerous?" Miles asked.

→Roland swung open the Announcer’s door. It groaned and creaked on shadow hinges and swung open onto a dank, yawning pit of emptiness.

→"Besides." Arriane smiled proudly. "We’re in the presence of a master. Ro’s one of the very best Announcer travelers." And then, in a whispered aside to Roland, "Don’t let it go to your head."

→Everyone? Luce couldn’t group them together without seeing a glaring missing piece. Where was Daniel in all of this?

→"I know." Arriane put up a hand. "I know I repeated that whole spiel about how dangerous Announcer travel is. And I don’t want to be one of those sucky do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do angels. But we all agreed - Francesca and Steven, Mr. Cole, everyone - "

→Luce cocked her head at Arriane. "But I thought you said - "

→"Don’t worry." Arriane tweaked Luce’s nose. "It was Mr. Cole’s idea. We’ve got to keep up the ruse that you’re still just down the road from your parents. This seemed the simplest and most fun way to go about it."

→But Luce was dying to stumble after him and -

→"Is it me or has Miles been acting like a total spaz recently?" Shelby rolled her eyes and imitated Miles’s goofy stumble.

→When she finally caught his attention, Miles gave their table a clumsy wave, practically tripping over the to-go buffet. He waved again, then disappeared behind the mess hall.

→Shelby was waving flamboyantly, both arms over her head. "What is he, blind? Earth to Miles!"

→Luce didn’t answer. The bonfire on the beach was the furthest thing from her mind. She’d just noticed Miles trudging to breakfast, much later than he usually did. His Dodgers cap was tugged low over his eyes, and his shoulders looked a little stooped. Involuntarily, her fingers went to her lips.

→"Why so glum, chum?" Shelby swallowed a large wedge of bagel. "Believe me, you didn’t miss that much last night."

→Francesca was gliding around the tables in a long black-and-white polka-dotted cape. Every time Luce glanced over at her, she had that saccharine smile stuck on her face and was deep in conversation with one student or another, but Luce still felt under heavy scrutiny. As if Francesca could bore into Luce’s mind and know exactly what had made Luce lose her appetite. Like the wild white peonies that had disappeared without a trace from their border overnight, so too could Francesca’s belief disappear that Luce was strong.

→She looked up at him and found that he was looking down at her. His hands came out of his pockets, found her hands, and clasped them in the space between their chests. He leaned down slowly, deliberately, giving Luce another chance to feel the spectacular night all around them.

→"I’m botching this." Miles winced. "When all I really wanted to do was say goodnight."

→Arriane led them to an IHOP, a squat brown stucco building that looked so ancient it could have predated everything else on the Strip. It seemed more claustrophobic and sadder than other IHOPs.