В первый раз в жизни купила электронную книгу.
То есть не спиратила с торрентов, а именно купила.
Правда, нужно признаться, это был последний 7-й том, а первые шесть лежат бесплатно в интернете (-_-)
Ну, а первые 12 глав первой книги "Узы ненависти" ("Bonds of Hate") сам автор
выложил.
Это серия книг
Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse про двух братьев-принцев.
Их всего там четыре принца-соперника, соревнующихся за право на корону (по традиции корона достается последнему выжившему).
Ни разу не фэнтези, много-много-много политики.
И много разных парочек.
Особенно 4-6 тома понравились, когда интерес к главной паре стал уже подостывать - и тут новые герои, и как будто заново читать начал.
Малолетнему толстяку с мерзким характером на день рождения дарят раба, плененного во время войны.
История длиной в один год.
На 6-м томе я вообще под столом валялась.
Там Lexyntas (раб) уже морально подготовился, что Thenoclon (толстяк) начнет к нему всячески клинья подбивать ночью, а тот спит себе и в ус не дует.
читать дальшеLexyntas had breathed through his open mouth. Short, halting gasps.
He had wished his master would make his move. Have it over and done with. Just let Thenoclon rip Lexyntas’s loincloth off, take his… take him there in his hand, press his lips on those of his slave and… turn him around. Oh Gods, he hadn’t even considered that this might be what Thenoclon wanted. To lie upon him, but not upon his slave’s chest. Not pressing his lips upon Lexyntas’s but his… his other thing upon his slave’s buttocks. Between?
Lexyntas had lain for the Gods knew how long, petrified, pearls of sweat forming on his upper lip. Both expecting and dreading whatever could happen.
Then he had heard it. Regular breathing noises, not exactly snoring, but more a rhythmic sort of muted purring.
Thenoclon was asleep. How could he be asleep, Lexyntas had wondered. Was he just feigning it? No. Thenoclon was fast asleep.
Good, he had thought. Good. Maybe he should go to sleep himself. He was safe. At least for tonight. Safe from Thenoclon’s attentions.
Damn Thenoclon.
And so it had been for more than two months.
Damn Thenoclon.Несколько месяцев - и у раба начали сдавать нервы.
Так родился план великого соблазнителя "я разденусь - и всё как-нибудь само собой утрясется".
читать дальшеAgain it had taken him several, rather frustrating nights to come up with a plan.
Once he had it though, he had set out to implement it the very next evening. He had found some excuse to be the first to go to bed, and stripped completely. He had hesitated a moment to take off his cherished loincloth, the last guardian of his modesty. Profusely blushing — mercifully with his back to Thenoclon — he had ripped it off quickly. Then he had realized he was showing his master his naked butt, flushed some more, and hastily crept between the sheets. A natural shyness, paired with inbred reticence and years of chasteness had left their distinct mark. Nevertheless, Lexyntas was quite proud of his accomplishment. This was as clear a signal as anyone could give. There had always been a naked Thenoclon since they started sharing the big bed. Now there was also a naked Lexyntas. The conclusion should be inevitable and the call to action unmistakable.
Half an hour later Thenoclon had extinguished the last little oil lamp, gotten out of his clothes and into the bed. “Sleep well,” he had mumbled before turning on his side and falling asleep in minutes.
Nothing. Nothing whatsoever had happened the next evenings either.
Damn Thenoclon.
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