Weaveworld (Clive Barker) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 53)

The trio left by the back door, climbing the fence and making their way along the embankment to the footbridge at the end of Chariot Street. From there they could see the size of the crowd that had already gathered from neighbouring streets, eager to view the spectacle.

Part of Cal itched to go down and tell them what he’d seen. To say: the world isn’t just the tea-cup and the pot. I know, because I’ve seen. But he held onto his words, knowing how they’d look at him.

There’d maybe come a time to be proud, to tell his tribe about the terrors and miracles they shared with the world. But this wasn’t it.