Nightworld (F. Paul Wilson) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 256)

How pathetic they are.

Rasalom has watched the members of Glaeken's circle stride up to the odd conglomeration of metals and spirit standing in the center of the room, each so full of hope and noble purpose, and watched each of them fail. He relishes the growing despair in the room, thickening and congealing until it is almost palpable.

And something else growing there…anger.

When their trite little totem fails, they will begin to turn on each other.

Luscious.