Домашнее чтение RichardKadrey-BlindShrike

d and clapped Spyder on the back. "Guess," he said.
"Youre on the guest list?"
"I make the guest list, little brother. "
Spyder looked at Count Non and in his eyes he saw unfathomable expanses of time. A heart wounded more desperately than Spyder had ever imagined was possible. A pit of reckless and brilliant fury. Desolation and pride-these most of all. They seemed to unfold from Count Non like a pair of dark wings.
"Holy shit," Spyder said.
"That was once my name in a dead Sumerian dialect. "
"Youre Lucifer. "
"Thats my name. Dont wear it out. "
Lucifer went to Ashbliss and prodded him with his boot. "Up, you rosy turd. I know what you wanted from this mortal, and you cant have it. Normally, I wouldnt care about your second-rate treacheries, but were at war and I need my loyal generals on their feet, not buried under quicklime in the garden. Understand? "
Ashbliss got to his feet, but stared down at the black and white pavement slabs that formed a checkerboard pattern in the square. "I understand, my lord. Have mercy on me. "
"Mercy? You must be thinking of someone else. "
"Cut the little creep some slack," said Spyder. "Hes supposed to be sneaky. Hes a demon for Christ sake. Oh. Is it okay to say that down here?"
"Do you hear that?" Lucifer asked Ashbliss. "This mortal, whom you were about to betray and murder, is pleading for your life. It will be a long time before you see such grace down here again. "
"Kill me? We had a deal. "
"No you had a lie," said Lucifer. "This little wretch doesnt work for Beelzebub. Do you, turd?"