The Day Watch (Watch, Book 2)
Sergei Lukyanenko, Vladimir Vasiliev
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Walking the streets of Moscow, indistinguishable from the rest of its population, are The Others. Possessors of supernatural powers and capable of entering the Twilight, a shadowy world that exists in parallel to our own, each owes allegiance either to The Dark or The Light.
In The Day Watch, second book of the Night Watch trilogy, Alice, a young but powerful Dark Other, attends a planning meeting with her comrades in the Day Watch. The team is on a mission to apprehend an uninitiated Other, a practicing Dark witch who has so far eluded the bureaux responsible for finding and initiating unlicensed practitioners of magic. It seems a routine operation. But when they arrive, the Night Watch team has already made the arrest. A fierce battle ensues, during which Alice almost dies. Drained of her powers, she is sent to recuperate at a youth camp near the Black Sea. There she meets Igor; the chemistry between them is instant and irresistible.
But then comes a shattering realisation: Igor is a Light Mage. Suddenly Alice remembers him as one of those involved in the battle that left her crippled. Now that they know, there is no alternative to a magical duel, a battle that neither of them wants to win...
congratulated me on a successful hunt. I put the little creature down on my desk as if I never came to work without a fresh mouse and told everyone how the security guards had been amusing themselves. Anna shook her head: 'Is that why you were late?' 'Partly,' I said honestly. 'Anna Tikhonovna, I was incredibly unlucky with the traffic. And then there were those nitwits playing their games.' Anna Lemesheva is an old and experienced witch; it's pointless trying to deceive her by putting on a
hotel. He signed an undertaking not to leave the city.' Anton nodded, acknowledging that it had been a stupid question. It was true, what was the point of putting a Light Magician in a cell? 'Excuse me, Witiezslav,' he said. 'I know it has nothing to do with the work you do now, but I was wondering . . . just wondering, without any ulterior motive . . . I could probably try to probe you, but it's not appropriate somehow . . .' 'Who I used to be?' asked Witiezslav. 'Yes.' The Inquisitor took
anyway! What are you doing, witch?' It was only then that Alisa Donnikova turned towards Zabulon. And under her gaze the leader of the Dark Ones fell silent. 'Zabulon, have you forgotten what you said to me when I appealed to you as I was drowning?' 'Stupid, vengeful little fool,' Zabulon said in a calmer voice. Alisa shook her head. She looked at Igor again and said in a strange, mocking tone: 'What has vengeance got to do with it? Love is also a great power, Zabulon.' 'The Inquisition has
platform towards the tunnel. Surely there had to be someone changing money at the station? Rummaging about in my unreliable memory, I managed to establish two things: first, I didn't remember the last time I'd been in Moscow but, second, I had a general idea of how the station looked from the inside, where to look for the bureau de change and how to reach the metro. The tunnel, the large waiting hall in the basement, the short escalator, the ticket hall. My immediate goal was over there on the
two new acquaintances of mine – the music-lover Gorodetsky and the girl shape-shifter. The Dark Ones were a chubby magician with a keen, intense expression and a gloomy guy who looked to me like an unsuccessful parody of a lizard – he was wearing clothes, but his hands and face were green and scaly. The Others were arguing. 'It's the second incident this week, Shagron. And another murder. I'm sorry, but it's beginning to look like you've thrown the Treaty out the window.' The Light One I