Rashid: переводы

→<p class="fmtx1">“Harry, wait,” Butters hissed. “It’s okay.”</p>

→<p class="fmhT"><b class="calibre6">Chapter Eighteen</b></p>

→<p class="fmtx1">Things had changed.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">Butters sputtered at that image.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns.” Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. “There are no words. It was like <i class="calibre7">The Lord of the Rings</i> and <i class="calibre7">All My Children</i> made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Epic sex?” I sputtered. “By what standards, precisely, is <i class="calibre7">sex</i> judged to be epic?”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“Crazy stuff,” Bob said with tremendous enthusiasm. “Even before my time, but I’ve heard all kinds of stories. The Daoine Sidhe, the Tuatha, the Fomor, the Tylwyth Teg, the Shen. Epic alliances, epic betrayals, epic battles, epic weddings, epic sex—”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">Bob’s skull rested in a container that had been custom mounted on the Road Runner’s dash—a wooden frame set on a plate that made the skull wobble back and forth like a bobblehead doll. “Lot of interbreeding there,” Bob said. “Back in the old, old, <i class="calibre7">old</i> days. Before the Sidhe Wars.”</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“For another old one,” I said. My voice issued out of the radio he slipped into a clip attached to the car’s sun visor.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">“I kinda traded in my old one,” Butters told me as I got in, going straight through the door. I didn’t make any noise about the discomfort. Not in front of Butters. It would totally blow my ghostly cool.</p>

→<p class="fmtx"><b class="calibre8">I</b> found Stu’s pistol on the ground where I’d dropped it during the struggle. Then I followed Butters to his car—an old Plymouth Road Runner. It looked almost worse than my old VW Beetle had the last time I’d seen it. Dents and dings covered its all-steel frame, and some of them looked suspiciously like they’d been raked into the metal with a two-pronged claw—but its engine throbbed with impressive, harmonious power. Its license plates read: MEEPMEEP.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">There was a terrible howling sound in the night sky above. I heard the flap of heavy robes snapping with rapid motion. The second comet of light darted back and forth, evidently engaged in some kind of aerial combat, and then lemur and comet both came hurtling back down. They struck earth with a thunder that shook the ground while leaving the snow untouched.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">The light being looked up and then promptly split into two parts, each one becoming a comet that hurtled into the night sky. There was an explosion almost at once—and the raining bits and pieces of a second lemur came drifting lazily down through the night air, along with more multicolored gems.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">The female bared her bloodied teeth at him and tore another, smaller piece from my arm. She snapped it up and then leaned on my legs, pinning them. The second lemur looked me over like a man perusing a side of beef. Then he ripped a handful of flesh from my right thigh.</p>

→<p class="fmtx1">All three lemurs screamed with me, as if triggered into a response by my own cries. The female lemur lifted the gobbet of flesh aloft in triumph, then held it over her open mouth and squeezed. More blood pattered out onto her lips and tongue, and she let out a gasp of unadulterated ecstasy before shoving the raw flesh into her mouth as though she hadn’t eaten in weeks.</p>