EvilFairy: переводы

→Also for the record: I did them two and three at a time, at a run, and went to the top without stopping.

→Okay, for the record: That is one <i>hell</i> of a lot of stairs to go up.

→I felt like wincing. Molly hadn’t ever exactly been shy about pushing the boundaries of my authority in our relationship as teacher and apprentice. Her time with my faerie godmother, the Leanansidhe, Mab’s girl Friday, was starting to show. Lea had firm and unyielding opinions about boundaries. People who pushed them got turned into dogs—or something dogs ate.

→“That’s why the lockdown,” I said. Then clarified. “Mab closed the border with Faerie until dawn.”

→Molly looked like she wanted to disagree with me—but she looked pensive, too. She drank some more of her Coke, frowning.

→There was a light switch in the bedroom and it worked. The lightbulb stayed on and everything. I scowled up at it suspiciously. Normally when I’m in a snit like this, lightbulbs don’t survive eye contact, much less my Yosemite Sam impersonation. Evidently, the svartalves had worked out a fix for technological grumpy-wizard syndrome.

→“Sure,” she said. “But . . . that’s pretty stuck, Harry, unless you brought a crane.”

→The Little Folk started hitting my shield almost instantly. I once rode out a hailstorm in a dome-shaped Quonset hut made of corrugated steel. It sounded like that, only closer and a hell of a lot more lethal.

→I growled in frustration and popped the Redcap’s hat down over Bob. “Stop being a jerk. This is serious.”

→I struggled to get the Caddy clear, but there was nothing for the tires to grab onto.

→“Ack!” I said.

→Agony.

→Toot let out a high-pitched roar and leapt into the air. He smashed his shield into the black-armored fae in the center of the enemy formation, spinning as he did, to send the luckless faerie careening into the companion on his left. Toot’s sword lashed out, and a single dragonfly wing went fluttering free of the body it had been attached to. The little fae went spinning out of the air to crash into a pile of fallen bricks and rubble.

→Right. That was it. Danger. I was in danger.

→None of it seemed normal, but I couldn’t quite remember the right word to describe it.

→I picked fitfully at it, my fingers clumsy, and thought to myself that the car Sith had provided must have had armored glass, or there would be windshield mixed in with my intestines. Lights danced and darted in my vision. My eyes wouldn’t focus enough to track them. Smells were incredibly sharp. The air was acrid, thick with smoke, laced with the scents of things it is unhealthy to burn. I smelled gasoline nearby. There were wires hanging down from something in the corner of my vision, outside the car, spitting white sparks.

→“Useful.” I scowled at him. “Don’t get cocky.”

→“Yeah, but I’m not here to hit you,” I said.

→Toot-toot sighed and shook his head. “This is why you’re all kernels and I’m a major general. ’Cause you got corn silk in your ears.”

→“Why always matters.”