muzanna: переводы

→More drumming. Claire couldn‟t stop glancing at those long, shapely, pale fingers, with their razor-sharp (and perfectly manicured) nails. As Amelie probably intended.“All right,” Amelie said. “I‟ll give you access for five minutes. If you can get that person to agree, I will let her help you on this…project. But she cannot leave her confinement. Are we understood?”

→Stress, worry, Shane, Morganville, Myrnin. Constantly being the one who had to be okay.

→“There are a number of odd things happening in this town, Claire. Most notably, the behavior of you and your friends. Including that boy most strangely absent from your little group. I don‟t often see him separated from you.”

→“Were you?” He turned, clasping his hands behind him. He looked very old-school Myrnin, formally dressed, even down to shiny boots. Well, the shirt and vest might have clashed, but apart from that, he‟d obviously been somewhere that didn‟t accept his usual wardrobe choices. Like, say, Amelie‟s office.

→Myrnin stepped through, and the portal collapsed behind him into darkness. He shut the wooden door and padlocked it, rolled the bookcase back in front of it as additional cover, and, without turning around, said, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, uninvited guests?” He didn‟t sound happy. Or even, as was more typical for Myrnin, wacky. Bad sign.

→And as if she‟d conjured him up, thanks to even thinking his name, Frank suddenly turned to face the side of the lab where the portal door was located. “He‟s coming back,” he said. “Nobody tells him nothing.” And just like that, Frank vanished, leaving behind nothing but a trailing hiss of static in Claire‟s cell phone speaker, just as a pool of darkness formed inside an open doorway, then rippled into what looked like a dimly lit library.

→“Bad enough I‟m stuck like this, without you getting any ideas about making me sick like the last occupant.” Meaning Ada, Myrnin‟s old assistant. And girlfriend. Claire was suddenly glad she hadn‟t suggested the whole virus thing while Myrnin was around, because he would surely have been very unhappy with her.

→“How about, you know, launching some kind of attack? Like a virus or a denial of service?”

→“Michael. Bishop killed Stinky Doug. That‟s what Jason told me.”

→Nobody out there‟s going to take it seriously. They‟re watching it for the fighting. They don‟t believe for a second there are actual vampires involved. Not much of a risk.”

→“Eh,” Frank said. “They‟re playing it for the cheap seats, all opera capes and bad Transylvanian accents.