Nightworld (F. Paul Wilson) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 264)

Rasalom relaxes within his chrysalis.

Only a pin hole, nothing more. All that effort expended by Glaeken's circle and to what end? A pin hole in the night cover. Nothing. And it changes nothing.

Except Glaeken. He's been changed, returned to the way he was when he and Rasalom first squared off against each other. Little did either of them know that they would be locked in battle for ages.

But Rasalom cheers Glaeken's rejuvenation. It would have been almost embarrassing to crush the life out of that feeble old man he had become. Destroying the reborn Glaeken—young, agile, angry—will be so much more satisfying.

And best yet, he doesn't even have to seek Glaeken out. The idiot is coming to him. How convenient.

It shall end as it began—in a cavern.