The Brides of Heaven

Начало книги

No one realized the extent of Dihya's madness until she was caught sabotaging the water supply. Even then the madness was difficult to see as she sat in Ayan's office with her hands tied and her headscarf still askew from the struggle. She did not wrap her arms around herself and rock back and forth. She did not talk or weep incessantly, or fidget. Indeed, Ayan observed, to judge by her calm demeanor and the odd little smile on her face, Dihya might have been saner than any woman in the colony. This irritated Ayan to no end.

"You never attend the evening storytellings," Dihya said. She had kept her silence up to that point. "Why not? Don't you like tales?"

"Only true ones," Ayan replied. "For example, the tale of why you broke into the purification facility."

"To save us."

"I cannot see how it saves anyone to be robbed of our only source of clean water."

Dihya shrugged. "What good is water, to us?"

Читать дальше →