EvilFairy: переводы

→“Not at the moment, perhaps,” she said. “But . . . as time goes by, as those you care about grow old and pass on, as you stand helpless while greater events unfold . . . you will be. Patience.”

→Death is only frightening from the near side.

→"There are Things out here, Dresden. And some Things are worse than death. It's best if you get inside."

→<b>Author’s Note</b>

→<p class="fmtx1">Uriel regarded me pleasantly. He said nothing.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Well, that’s what I mean,” I said. “The scale <i class="calibre7">still</i> isn’t balanced. And I don’t think you send people back just for kicks.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“No,” he said. “Not yet.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Because it doesn’t have anything to do with balancing the scales of one of the Fallen lying to me,” I said. “You haven’t done any fortunecookie whispers into my head, have you?”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Why not?” Uriel asked.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">I shrugged. “Your people conned me into taking a pretty horrible risk with my soul. I guess. If that’s what you call this.” I waved a hand. “And you’ve got plausible deniability—I know, I know—or maybe you really are sincere and Captain Murphy threw a curveball past all of us. Either way . . . it doesn’t make sense.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Game?”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">I found myself smiling and joined him. “I don’t understand what your game is in all of this.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">He laughed. It was a sound that seethed with warmth and life.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">I looked at him for a long moment and said, “I don’t understand.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“I can hardly remember the last time I spent this much time with one particular mortal,” Uriel said thoughtfully. “I wish I had time to do it more often.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">The other door led only to darkness. That was the uncertain future. It was What Came Next.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">The Carpenters’ house faded from around us and we reappeared in the world of empty white light. There was one difference this time. Two glass doors stood in front of us. One of them led to an office building—in fact, I recognized it as the interior of Captain Jack’s department in Chicago Between. I saw Carmichael go by the door, consulting a notepad and fishing in his pocket for his car keys.</p>

→<p class="fmtx"><b class="calibre8">U</b>riel extended his hand again, and I took it.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“I have you now,” I said, as much like James Earl Jones as I could. I do a better Yul Brynner.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">I leaned forward a little and the carpet began to gather speed, moving ahead. Shifts of my weight to the left or right let me bank, and it wasn’t long before I was cruising through the rain as fast as I could and still keeping my eyes clear. I flew a spiral pattern, scanning the city beneath me. The battle kept going in the skies, too—mostly flying demon things and lightning bolts that kept smashing them out of the air. It got boring to watch after the first dozen spectacular lightning strikes or so, and I tuned that conflict out, too, as I kept searching.</p>