Twilight Watch: Book Three (Night Watch 3) by Lukyanenko Sergei

Author:Lukyanenko, Sergei [Lukyanenko, Sergei]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

The trees—if they really were trees—had disappeared. All around us the world was as level and flat as the old medieval pancake Earth, supported on the backs of three whales. Featureless terrain—an endless plain of sand . . . I bent down and ran a handful of the sand through my fingers. It was gray, as everything in the Twilight was supposed to be. But there were embryonic colors discernible in its grayness—smoky mother-of-pearl, colored sparks, golden grains . . .

“She’s gotten away . . .” Edgar said right in my ear. He stretched out an arm that had become surprisingly long and slim.

I looked in that direction. And I saw, way off in the distance—so far away that you could only ever see that far on a flat plain—a gray silhouette dashing along at great speed. The witch was moving in immense leaps, soaring into the air and flying over the ground ten meters at a time, throwing her arms out and moving her legs in a funny sort of way—like a happy child skipping across a meadow in spring . . .

“She must have drunk her own potion!” I guessed. I couldn’t think of any other way she could take leaps like that.

“Yes. She knew what she was doing when she brewed it,” said Edgar. He swung his arm and flung something after Arina.

A string of small balls of flame went hurtling after the witch. A group fireball—a standard battle spell for the Watches—but in some special Inquisitors’ version.

A few charges burst before they reached the witch. One accelerated sharply and actually reached her, connected with her back and exploded, shrouding the witch in fire. But the flames immediately went out and, without even turning around, the witch tossed something behind her—a pool of liquid that glimmered like mercury spread out at that spot. As they flew over the pool, the remaining charges lost speed and height, plunged into the liquid and disappeared.

“Witches’ tricks . . .” Edgar said in disgust. “Anton!”

“Eh? What?” I asked, with my eyes still fixed on Arina as she disappeared into the distance.

“Time for us to be going. The Power was only granted in order to catch the witch, and the hunt’s over. We’ll never catch up with her.”

I looked upward. The crimson cloud that had shone at the previous level of the Twilight was gone. The entire sky was glowing an even pinkish-white color.

How strange. Colors appeared again here . . .

“Edgar, are there any more levels?” I asked.

“There always are.” Edgar was clearly starting to feel worried. “Come on, Anton! Come on, or we’ll get stuck here.”

He was right, the world around us was already losing contrast, wreathing itself in gray vapor. But the colors were still there—the mother-of-pearl sand and the pinkish sky . . .

Already feeling the cold prickling of the Twilight on my skin, I followed Edgar up to the third level. As if it had just been waiting for that moment, the world finally lost all its color and turned gray, filled with a cold, roaring wind.

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