Novels by Gabriela Ellis

Toen boredly looked at the ceiling. A white and smooth ceiling, for some reason similar to a frozen and snow-covered lake.In general, Toen liked to lie there and do nothing. Always liked it. He just didn't want to admit it to himself for a long time. There were a lot of people around who aspired to something, wanted to achieve something, were going to grow above themselves and make great discoveries. And here he is - wanting to wallow on the beach and watch the surf lick the shore. It's stupid. And unworthy of a man.Therefore, Toen gritted his teeth and began to achieve everything in a row and in spite of everything. For a while it was even interesting. Then it stopped being interesting, but pride in oneself appeared. By that time, he had left almost all his acquaintances far behind. Then he rolled by inertia for some time, until one day he thought: why is it needed? Toen never found an answer to this question. Therefore, he quit his job and, without saying goodbye to anyone, went t

Dorana managed to relax and get bored again when the guy sitting next to her naturally jumped up, froze in a strange position with bulging eyes, and then collapsed into her seat and began to think about something diligently, judging by the expression on her face. The girl was even afraid to ask why all these gestures. Suddenly it dawned on him, and right now he is inventing a recipe for eternal youth. And she will kill, and he will forget everything.Ladai's expression became at first gloomy, and then frankly gloomy. He stood up, leaned against the railing, and stared at something for a long time. Then he again returned to his place and froze in a relaxed pose, putting his hands on his knees.“Yes,” he said at last. - Do you have a shield?Dorana nodded and showed Ladai the bracelets. He scowled at them, touched them with his fingertip, and nodded.- Do you know how to sculpt birds?The girl shook her head negatively.- Badly. Liiran must be warned, they are two balconies from us, als

A huge white snake and a man sitting on its head watched what was happening in the city that was dear to them. At night, they observed when most of the townspeople were asleep, and a minority was engaged in those things that are not customary to do in the light of day. Or for which they did not have enough time during the day.What was interesting to the snake and man began quite recently. In one of the oldest houses in the city, the light came on in almost all the windows. Shadows darted across the rooms. Weapons began to jingle, then human voices began to rustle. Quietly, but both the man and the snake, if desired, could hear what these people are saying. They just didn't want to.Noise in this house for a long time. Then the armed people began to disperse in small groups in order to gather around the House of Soviets and hide.The man smiled and whispered:- She was always reinsured and knew how to convince. Note that there are very few guards there, mostly people from older famili

The retelling of the conversation with the red-haired Wayne did not take much time. Then Atana told Toen in person how Khiyat confessed that he was the guardian of the cities and how those present reacted to this. I did not forget to mention that Teika, apparently from a great mind, did not come up with anything better than trying to enter the house of the keepers. For some reason, he decided that since the house has an owner, then the door there will be open. As a result, having tried to use force and influence the elements, he got back and now lay in the hospital near that very house. With a complex fracture of the leg, he was lying around, a dislocated shoulder and a blue bruise, in some places peeled off his back. Yeah, lying around was uncomfortable for him, and painkillers didn’t help much in this matter.But the brave adviser managed to share the news about Hiyata with everyone who was not lucky enough to get close enough to him. And now various rumors were circulating around t

“A strong bastard,” Toen repeated, when the assistants finally left the head of the council alone, and various sympathizers stopped breaking into the house, wanting to personally make sure that she was not hurt.Atana saw everyone off with the words that she needed to rest and think that the trackers were dealing with the incident at the training ground, that everyone could offer their help and be sent to distant places by the already dissatisfied Koyan. Nobody wanted to be sent, so those who wanted to understand and help quickly ended.Atana, with a sense of accomplishment, locked the door and went into the kitchen to prepare soothing tea. And there was Toen sitting at the table, who wanted to talk.“You see,” he said, “we didn’t even notice him right away. His rustling of pebbles underfoot gave away. Almost perfect invisibility. If you don’t know where to look, you won’t even notice a slight tremor in the air. But we noticed. They waited for him to stop, and behaved very stupidly. W

On an island surrounded by rocks sticking out of the water, like those very dragon fangs, Taladat got with the help of a portal stone. To be honest, he was afraid to the last that Toen, who was gnawing his pipe, had calculated something incorrectly, made a mistake somewhere, and the portal would not open to an island at all. At best, in the open sea. At worst, in a cluster of rocks, from which, according to rumors, it is generally impossible to get out. But I had to take the risk. And, oddly enough, it was worth it. Some bad person set up a whole warehouse on the island, building a wooden hut and protecting it from all possible and impossible dangers, including time. And another bad, but obviously talented person managed to crack the protection against penetration and not bring down all the others. He also hung a signal above the door, which Taladat fiddled with for a very long time before he forced her to ignore him.“Deeds,” Taladath said, once inside the building.No, these were no

“I told you to leave the sword,” the woman said calmly. The knight's fingers loosened. “I didn’t see you or your coat of arms. I haven't heard of you or the sorcerers. I was just waiting for you.- How did you know that I would come? the knight asked furiously. The woman shrugged and turned to the shack. - No, you say! The knight grabbed his sword again. But the woman, without turning around, waved her hand, and his fingers seemed to burn. He stared at his hand, then at the back of the retreating woman, and with a cry he rushed to grab her and strangle her. But his hands passed through the void. And the woman herself was a few steps ahead of him. The knight hesitated.- Well? the woman asked as she continued walking toward the shack. - Will you come in? Or am I here to predict your future? The knight hesitated and followed her. Indignation bubbled in his soul - this peasant woman dared to turn her back on him, and even expose him to ridicule with her tricks. Muttering curses,

After a while, when there was no place for the apple to fall in the hall, the door slammed shut with a loud noise. Katya looked doomedly from one face to another: so different and so the same. Bodily deformities and mental pathologies, the gifts of the psyche and the curses of the soul - all this must soon be destroyed. All this will die and not be reborn. The poems written by a novice boy centuries ago were just poetry. And no prophecy. And now some fanatic decided in his own way to fulfill what he considered a prediction. All of a sudden, all heads went up to the glass ceiling. Katya also heard a sound and raised her head. High above her in white robes and a white mask on his face stood a man.Dear relatives! Suddenly, a voice sounded in her head. “Today, the prophecy of the old monk who was killed right on this spot will be fulfilled. Many years ago, the abbot Gilbert Orsi was crucified by our ancestor and, dying, predicted his punishment up to the thirteenth degree. Only

During the same week, Katya tried to leave the castle , worrying about Agnia. She was also made nervous by the ever-increasing number of relatives gathering in the castle . And also the strange behavior of golems, wearing something all the time, dragging and repairing. What caused such a pilgrimage of relatives to her, no one could clearly say. However, the sane, interrogated by her, fell into some kind of inhibited state and insisted that they should be here. By the end of the second week, Katya became more and more worried. Moreover, Guillaume became somehow apathetic and clearly tried to avoid her. And Katerina just stopped noticing her. Discouraged Katya tried to act herself. But then her clothes suddenly turned out to be dirty or washed, then the keys to the car or passport disappeared somewhere, then it rained from morning to evening, turning the roads into impassable obstacles, then the candles in the car flooded, then gasoline disappeared somewhere, then she herself ha

Guillaume looked attentively at Katya, sighed and opened his mouth to continue the story. Suddenly he became alert. Katya also had an unpleasant feeling. For a while, an uneasy silence surrounded and weighed on them. Then there was a thump of feet, and the door swung open. Katerina stood in the doorway, alarmed.Catherine,” Guillaume turned to her. “I feel the presence of a member of our family. Who is this? Katerina suppressed her surprise and spoke quickly.Some woman came and brought the police. She screamed that her friend had gone mad here and she was being locked up like a beast. That people are being killed and eaten here. She brought her hands up to her face. “And worst of all, the commissar who came with her is a distant descendant of ours. Guillaume looked at Katya with a smile. Then he turned to Katherine.But is it possible to influence him?Bertrand finds out just that,” Catherine said calmly.And what is the name of a friend, she did not say? Katya ask

Well, - Guillaume clapped his hands and rubbed his hands. – Would you like to have a bite to eat? A simple question reminded Katya of a monstrous feast, and nausea rose in her throat.No, no, she shook her head. - Do not worry.Then coffee. Suddenly, quickly, the little man rode up in his chair to the corner where he had a kitchen. It really was a miniature kitchen with a refrigerator, electric stove, microwave and dishwasher. A switch flipped, and a soft, muted light lit up the corner. Everything was sparkling clean and tidy. Jars of coffee, a sugar bowl, a teapot, a salt shaker and other little things were at arm's length. Katya watched in amazement as Guillaume deftly managed all the objects, moving his chair along the way.Yes, in this sense I am not disabled, - he said without looking at her. I have been living with a chair for a long time. It is my legs, and it would be surprising if I had not learned to manage it for so many years. He pointed Katya to

The room they arrived at was huge, dark, lit only by candles and torches. Through the high window openings one could see the starry sky and the full moon. A circle was drawn in the middle of the room, in which a pentagram was inscribed. There was an inscription in Latin around the circle, black candles burned at the corners of the pentagram. A cross was inscribed inside the pentagram. A smaller part of him was looking at the door. In the place where the planks of the cross met, there was a bowl. Along the walls of the round room were couches with pillows and bedspreads, which could be guessed from the outlines, since most of the room was in the shade. Bertrand de Gault came out of the darkness with a tarred torch.“Here you are,” he said, and lit a torch from a nearby candle. Sweetish smoke drifted across the room. Bertrand waved his hand. Pierre put a three-legged stool over the cup in a pentagram and led Boris to it. Boris, who had already begun to have its effect on the smoke,