Galina Dolgova

Castling. Shah

© Dolgova G., 2015

© Design. LLC "Publishing house" Eksmo ", 2015

* * *

Start. Somewhere in the Unworldly

The man looked anxiously at the newcomer.

- Well?

- You were allowed to participate in the Game again.

- Fine!

- You rejoice early, - beautiful lips grimaced in a grin - last time you cheated, therefore, this time there are restrictions for you.

- And what? - turquoise eyes without pupils and irises slightly squinted.

- Quite serious, - the same eyes, only of a bright silver color, squinted with displeasure at the interlocutor, - the exact opposite of what was at the previous Competition. You had men, warriors, with abilities and knowledge, with commands and the help of local gods. Now it's the other way around. Girls over eighteen, unable to do anything, without abilities, without strength, from a closed world, and they have never shed blood and virgins.

- What nonsense ?!

- What do you want? Thought the Council would turn a blind eye to your cheats all the time? Four human girls from one city within one year must get into four different worlds from the Fan of Worlds. The methods of getting in are different. During the transition, it is allowed to invest knowledge of one language. Everything.

- Why virgins?

- What were you taught? - The silver-eyed looked displeased at his interlocutor. - They should be as little attached to their world as possible. And blood, any blood is a bond. Girls don't have to go back.

- Why?

- To fulfill the conditions.

- And the mission, the goal?

- No mission, no goal.

- That is? This does not happen ...

“That is,” the silvery eyes grinned, “the main goal is to survive. Do you think an unadapted human girl can do anything in the world of magic? Yes, she should at least stay alive there!

- So, just survive ...

- Nope, not easy. There is also a condition. Exactly after ten years of their stay in another world, each of the survivors will be asked one question, and only if they all answer yes, you will be allowed to create worlds and inhabit them again.

- And what is the question? - the turquoise-eyed frowned.

- Is she happy.

- O Almighty!

- Yeah.

- And if not?

- You will be deprived of the powers of a demiurge for ten thousand years, locked in one of the dead worlds. You yourself understand, after what you did the last time, in the twelve worlds the demiurges had to change the entire pantheon of gods and completely reprogram evolution. Only the intercession of our great mother gave you your last chance. Not small already, you know that the winners of the Game get an area where they can experiment, and you illegally obtained as many as six areas by cheating. Many are unhappy with this.

- Can I choose the girls myself? The turquoise-eyed man asked gloomily.

- Yes. But the world, the city and the year will be appointed by the Council of Demiurges. Tomorrow.

- Clear…

“Well, since it’s clear, I’m waiting for tomorrow, brother, don’t be late.”

- Yes.

As he left, the turquoise-eyed chuckled. They shouldn't underestimate him. Maybe the girls should be without strength and abilities, but after all, no one stipulated that they would not be able to get them. It is so? We need to think it over. Whom, how and where to send. Well, hardly anyone will notice the minimal intervention, especially when you consider that the demiurge of Fates is his beloved sister.

- Let's play? - a slight smile flashed across the beautifully outlined lips.

* * *

- Yes!

- Way and peace?

- Desired transition, Erwes world.

- Life line?

- Preservation of personal individuality. Restoring balance.

- Get started!

Snow-white groats outside the window take off in a whirlwind of hurricane wind and, falling in handfuls, beats through the window, like small grains of sand. In the light street lamp they are clearly visible, you can watch the chaotic whirling for hours, sit in the dark and listen to the howling of a blizzard behind the glass. It carries cold through the cracks in the frames, and small snowdrifts form on the windowsill, which do not even think to melt.

On the table lies on its side empty bottle vodka, next - the second, emptied by a third. Three glasses, two filled to the brim. The dim light of a lonely candle is reflected in the glass and in the glossy surface of the photograph, from which two women gaze with displeasure, as if reproaching me for my unworthy behavior. Next to the glasses there are two slices of bread, and instead of salt, there are bitter tears on them.

- Please, Lord, I beg you ... I can't do this anymore ... Take me! Kill! Free me from this burden ... I can't do it myself, but at least you have mercy ... I'm tired! My strength is gone ... I can't-o-oo ... - the voice breaks into a howl, and my head falls powerlessly into my hands, - ... more.

The word is like a breath, almost indistinguishable even in silence. Darkness. The rescue…

* * *

“… Probably a mistake. My lord will be furious! This is a nightmare, not a set! Some children! Master, look at this! She's black! Is it a demoness? And this? Old!

The unpleasantly itching voices overhead irritated, causing the desire to brush it off and return again to where peace and silence. And the fact that it is old, and even scary, I know without them. They didn't tell me anything new. I’ve got used to it, I don’t even react when they throw ridicule in my face.

- Maybe she won't wake up? - meanwhile the unknown voice continued to hyster. - Let's say that it could not stand the transfer, and throw the body into the ravine?

I didn't like that anymore. And in general, some strange dream, it's too much ... I barely opened my eyes, expecting that this would dispel alcoholic hallucinations and I would see my usual apartment - yellow wallpaper, a clock on the wall, beige curtains with a pattern of large poppies ... and with difficulty raised themselves to immediately swing open sharply. What yellow wallpaper? What poppies?

Directly opposite me was a solid wall of gray stone. Hematite columns flickered mysteriously, reflecting the diffused light that dispersed the dusk of the room, and smoldering torches completed the picture of something medieval and gothic. Some images ran along the walls, and I even seemed to discern figures of people among them, only… there was something wrong in them. What is this nonsense? Yes, I abused yesterday, but not to the same extent!

My heart beat anxiously, threatening to burst out of my chest. God, the same ... this just can't be? This is a dream? Delirium of an inflamed consciousness? Panic literally collapsed, threatening to burrow underneath, but the following words sharply brought to life, forcing to instantly pull myself together. And fear, like a wave, rolled back. I was seized by calmness and some kind of excitement.

- Or maybe better, right away ... by yourself ...

This phrase brought me out of the state of pensive contemplation, and I almost jumped on the spot. Well, I do not! Whatever it is, I definitely won't allow myself to be killed. And that the unknowns were talking about the murder, there was no doubt for a moment.

With a demonstrative groan, I stretched and, turning abruptly, got up, which caused an immediate attack of nausea. Nothing, I can handle this. The main thing is that the unknown comrades do not have time to get rid of on the sly ... By the way, who is this with us there?

The picture, incredible in its absurdity, appeared to the eyes wide open. In the Temple - and such a grandiose and gloomy room simply could not be anything else - in the midst of an incredible number of candles, slowly fading mysterious signs and pentagrams, girls lay right on the floor on the rays of an eight-pointed star. Naked girls. I quickly counted - there were seven of them. Well, apparently, and also in terms of rigidity and coldness, I was just the eighth. And in front of me, motionless, stood two. One is of indeterminate age, tall, straight and thin, with bright blue eyes, but at the same time with a gray beard almost to the waist and in a dark gray robe. The second - about fifty years old, plump, bald, with a thin reddish beard in the same robe. And I was ready to give a grudge that the disgusting voice proposing to kill me belonged to him.

- Hello, - embarrassed by my nakedness, I muttered, realizing that no one would speak to me first. - Where am I and what is happening ...

I was not allowed to finish.

- Oh, heaven! She's also ugly ... - groaned plump. - Master, maybe before it's too late ...

- Enough, - snapped thin, making us with a chubby flinch. But it was precisely this tone and the strength that sounded in his voice that allowed him to habitually hold back the flow of tears.

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What do you know about a life full of misfortunes and misadventures? When there is no way out and no escape route, everything seems incredibly long and slow. In his book “Castling. Shah ”Galina Dolgova will tell the reader the story of a woman whom fate has never spared. Escape? Well, maybe to another world. The novel will surprise the reader with strange and extraordinary solutions. The author is a master of intrigue, and there will be plenty of it in this book.

The main character is an unhappy woman who has already dropped her hands. At 36, she could not find her soul mate, did not marry. Perhaps the reason for everything is the flaws in her appearance - half of the girl's face is disfigured. She is an orphan, has no support from anyone close to her. She simply lives out her time, sometimes dreaming of simply disappearing from this world. But tests are not given in vain. One day, the heroine wakes up in the company of young girls who are half her age. Moreover, in a completely unfamiliar place. It is not on the map. The dream came true - the woman left her world, but ended up in another - magical, filled with strangeness and dangers.

It turned out that she became the chosen one - one of those who has unique magical abilities... And this is only the first time when Galina Dolgova turns the plot of the book “Castling. Shah ”into a radically new channel. The main character becomes the chosen one, thousands of gazes are turned at her. She is unique. Moreover, the woman was literally given her husband. And not anyhow, but a kind of aristocrat - the heir to the throne of the new world! As they explained, one of the tasks chosen is the birth of strong, healthy and powerful children. The whole mission was entrusted to her.

As the most experienced and oldest of all the chosen girls, the heroine of the novel did not waste a moment. She understands that nothing can be obtained for nothing, for nothing - her previous life taught her more than one lesson on this topic. A woman seeks to find out all the details of her existence in the new world. And she will find out. Will the heroine be delighted with her future fate or will she passionately desire to avoid it?

In the book by Galina Dolgova “Castling. Shah ”reveals the whole essence of human nature. Fears and desires appear. Greed is intertwined with passion and faith in beauty. The intrigue does not let go until the last pages. But who will the girl end up with: a pawn in the great chess game of the king or a queen who will not break and surrender under all the onslaught of fate?

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"Castling. Shah" - a book from the cycle of female fantasy that even when half of your life is already left behind you, there is always an opportunity to get new chance for good luck and get into a truly unusual situation. The third book from the series "The Illusion of Choice". Written in 2015. Designed for fans of the genre.

Galina Dolgova is a contemporary Russian fantasy writer. According to some reports, she lives in Rostov-on-Don, but whether she was born there is unknown. The writer prefers not to advertise her biography, considering it optional: after all, the work itself is much more important for the reader than the place where he studied or what the author breathes. Therefore, it is difficult to say when exactly her love for graphomania manifested itself. But it is known that she began writing in 2011, having registered on one of the literary sites. In 2014, her work was noticed by the publishing house and she was asked to publish her novels. Naturally, Galina did not miss such a chance and soon she had her regular fans. After the undoubted success that accompanied her first publication, she was offered cooperation by the second major publishing house. According to the writer herself, it is far from the fact that she will continue to work in the fantasy genre further.

What to do when you are well over thirty, and you have never met a man in your life and this is not foreseen in the future either? What to do when you are as terrible as a mortal sin, and even a cripple besides? The main character, Victoria, decided to just wait for death. But the mysterious demiurges who create worlds and their inhabitants decided to choose her as a pawn in their game and throw her into new world where the only thing she has to do is survive. And since she had no chance of returning to her world, she decided to take her fate into her own hands and break all the rules.

© Dolgova G., 2015

© Design. LLC "Publishing house" Eksmo ", 2015

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Prologue
Start. Somewhere in the Unworldly

The man looked anxiously at the newcomer.

- Well?

- You were allowed to participate in the Game again.

- Fine!

- You rejoice early, - beautiful lips curled in a grin, - last time you cheated, therefore, this time restrictions are provided for you.

- And what? - turquoise eyes without pupils and irises slightly squinted.

- Quite serious, - the same eyes, only of a bright silver color, squinted with displeasure at the interlocutor, - the exact opposite of what was at the previous Competition. You had men, warriors, with abilities and knowledge, with commands and the help of local gods. Now it's the other way around. Girls over eighteen, unable to do anything, without abilities, without strength, from a closed world, and they have never shed blood and virgins.

- What nonsense ?!

- What do you want? Thought the Council would turn a blind eye to your cheats all the time? Four human girls from one city within one year must get to four different worlds from the Fan of Worlds. The methods of getting in are different. During the transition, it is allowed to invest knowledge of one language. Everything.

- Why virgins?

- What were you taught? - The silver-eyed looked displeased at his interlocutor. - They should be as little attached to their world as possible. And blood, any blood is a bond. Girls don't have to go back.

- Why?

- To fulfill the conditions.

- And the mission, the goal?

- No mission, no goal.

- That is? This does not happen ...

“That is,” the silvery eyes grinned, “the main goal is to survive. Do you think an unadapted human girl can do anything in the world of magic? Yes, she should at least stay alive there!

- So, just survive ...

- Nope, not easy. There is also a condition. Exactly after ten years of their stay in another world, each of the survivors will be asked one question, and only if they all answer yes, you will be allowed to create worlds and inhabit them again.

- And what is the question? - the turquoise-eyed frowned.

- Is she happy.

- O Almighty!

- Yeah.

- And if not?

- You will be deprived of the powers of a demiurge for ten thousand years, locked in one of the dead worlds. You yourself understand, after what you did the last time, in the twelve worlds the demiurges had to change the entire pantheon of gods and completely reprogram evolution. Only the intercession of our great mother gave you your last chance. Not small already, you know that the winners of the Game get an area where they can experiment, and you illegally obtained as many as six areas by cheating. Many are unhappy with this.

- Can I choose the girls myself? The turquoise-eyed man asked gloomily.

- Yes. But the world, the city and the year will be appointed by the Council of Demiurges. Tomorrow.

- Clear…

“Well, since it’s clear, I’m waiting for tomorrow, brother, don’t be late.”

- Yes.

As he left, the turquoise-eyed chuckled. They shouldn't underestimate him. Maybe the girls should be without strength and abilities, but after all, no one stipulated that they would not be able to get them. It is so? We need to think it over. Whom, how and where to send. Well, hardly anyone will notice the minimal intervention, especially when you consider that the demiurge of Fates is his beloved sister.

- Let's play? - a slight smile flashed across the beautifully outlined lips.

* * *

- Yes!

- Way and peace?

- Desired transition, Erwes world.

- Life line?

- Preservation of personal individuality. Restoring balance.

- Get started!

Chapter 1

Snow-white groats outside the window take off in a whirlwind of hurricane wind and, falling in handfuls, beats through the window, like small grains of sand. In the light of a street lamp, you can clearly see them, you can watch the chaotic whirling for hours, sit in the dark and listen to the howling of a blizzard behind the glass. It carries cold through the cracks in the frames, and small snowdrifts form on the windowsill, which do not even think to melt.

On the table lies an empty bottle of vodka on its side, next to it, a second one, emptied by a third. Three glasses, two filled to the brim. The dim light of a lonely candle is reflected in the glass and in the glossy surface of the photograph, from which two women gaze with displeasure, as if reproaching me for my unworthy behavior. Next to the glasses there are two slices of bread, and instead of salt, there are bitter tears on them.

- Please, Lord, I beg you ... I can't do this anymore ... Take me! Kill! Free me from this burden ... I can't do it myself, but at least you have mercy ... I'm tired! My strength is gone ... I can't-o-oo ... - the voice breaks into a howl, and my head falls powerlessly into my hands, - ... more.

The word is like a breath, almost indistinguishable even in silence. Darkness. The rescue…

* * *

“… Probably a mistake. My lord will be furious! This is a nightmare, not a set! Some children! Master, look at this! She's black! Is it a demoness? And this? Old!

The unpleasantly itching voices overhead irritated, causing the desire to brush it off and return again to where peace and silence. And the fact that it is old, and even scary, I know without them. They didn't tell me anything new. I’ve got used to it, I don’t even react when they throw ridicule in my face.

- Maybe she won't wake up? - meanwhile the unknown voice continued to hyster. - Let's say that it could not stand the transfer, and throw the body into the ravine?

I didn't like that anymore. And in general, some strange dream, it's too much ... I barely opened my eyes, expecting that this would dispel alcoholic hallucinations and I would see my usual apartment - yellow wallpaper, a clock on the wall, beige curtains with a pattern of large poppies ... and with difficulty raised themselves to immediately swing open sharply. What yellow wallpaper? What poppies?

Directly opposite me was a solid wall of gray stone. Hematite columns flickered mysteriously, reflecting the diffused light that dispersed the dusk of the room, and smoldering torches completed the picture of something medieval and gothic. Some images ran along the walls, and I even seemed to discern figures of people among them, only… there was something wrong in them. What is this nonsense? Yes, I abused yesterday, but not to the same extent!

My heart beat anxiously, threatening to burst out of my chest. God, the same ... this just can't be? This is a dream? Delirium of an inflamed consciousness? Panic literally collapsed, threatening to burrow underneath, but the following words sharply brought to life, forcing to instantly pull myself together. And fear, like a wave, rolled back. I was seized by calmness and some kind of excitement.

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Galina Dolgova

Castling. Shah

© Dolgova G., 2015

© Design. LLC "Publishing house" Eksmo ", 2015

Start. Somewhere in the Unworldly

The man looked anxiously at the newcomer.

- Well?

- You were allowed to participate in the Game again.

- Fine!

- You rejoice early, - beautiful lips curled in a grin, - last time you cheated, therefore, this time restrictions are provided for you.

- And what? - turquoise eyes without pupils and irises slightly squinted.

- Quite serious, - the same eyes, only of a bright silver color, squinted with displeasure at the interlocutor, - the exact opposite of what was at the previous Competition. You had men, warriors, with abilities and knowledge, with commands and the help of local gods. Now it's the other way around. Girls over eighteen, unable to do anything, without abilities, without strength, from a closed world, and they have never shed blood and virgins.

- What nonsense ?!

- What do you want? Thought the Council would turn a blind eye to your cheats all the time? Four human girls from one city within one year must get to four different worlds from the Fan of Worlds. The methods of getting in are different. During the transition, it is allowed to invest knowledge of one language. Everything.

- Why virgins?

- What were you taught? - The silver-eyed looked displeased at his interlocutor. - They should be as little attached to their world as possible. And blood, any blood is a bond. Girls don't have to go back.

- Why?

- To fulfill the conditions.

- And the mission, the goal?

- No mission, no goal.

- That is? This does not happen ...

“That is,” the silvery eyes grinned, “the main goal is to survive. Do you think an unadapted human girl can do anything in the world of magic? Yes, she should at least stay alive there!

- So, just survive ...

- Nope, not easy. There is also a condition. Exactly after ten years of their stay in another world, each of the survivors will be asked one question, and only if they all answer yes, you will be allowed to create worlds and inhabit them again.

- And what is the question? - the turquoise-eyed frowned.

- Is she happy.

- O Almighty!

- Yeah.

- And if not?

- You will be deprived of the powers of a demiurge for ten thousand years, locked in one of the dead worlds. You yourself understand, after what you did the last time, in the twelve worlds the demiurges had to change the entire pantheon of gods and completely reprogram evolution. Only the intercession of our great mother gave you your last chance. Not small already, you know that the winners of the Game get an area where they can experiment, and you illegally obtained as many as six areas by cheating. Many are unhappy with this.

- Can I choose the girls myself? The turquoise-eyed man asked gloomily.

- Yes. But the world, the city and the year will be appointed by the Council of Demiurges. Tomorrow.

- Clear…

“Well, since it’s clear, I’m waiting for tomorrow, brother, don’t be late.”

- Yes.

As he left, the turquoise-eyed chuckled. They shouldn't underestimate him. Maybe the girls should be without strength and abilities, but after all, no one stipulated that they would not be able to get them. It is so? We need to think it over. Whom, how and where to send. Well, hardly anyone will notice the minimal intervention, especially when you consider that the demiurge of Fates is his beloved sister.

- Let's play? - a slight smile flashed across the beautifully outlined lips.

- Yes!

- Way and peace?

- Desired transition, Erwes world.

- Life line?

- Preservation of personal individuality. Restoring balance.

- Get started!

Snow-white groats outside the window take off in a whirlwind of hurricane wind and, falling in handfuls, beats through the window, like small grains of sand. In the light of a street lamp, you can clearly see them, you can watch the chaotic whirling for hours, sit in the dark and listen to the howling of a blizzard behind the glass. It carries cold through the cracks in the frames, and small snowdrifts form on the windowsill, which do not even think to melt.

On the table lies an empty bottle of vodka on its side, next to it, a second one, emptied by a third. Three glasses, two filled to the brim. The dim light of a lonely candle is reflected in the glass and in the glossy surface of the photograph, from which two women gaze with displeasure, as if reproaching me for my unworthy behavior. Next to the glasses there are two slices of bread, and instead of salt, there are bitter tears on them.

- Please, Lord, I beg you ... I can't do this anymore ... Take me! Kill! Free me from this burden ... I can't do it myself, but at least you have mercy ... I'm tired! My strength is gone ... I can't-o-oo ... - the voice breaks into a howl, and my head falls powerlessly into my hands, - ... more.

The word is like a breath, almost indistinguishable even in silence. Darkness. The rescue…

“… Probably a mistake. My lord will be furious! This is a nightmare, not a set! Some children! Master, look at this! She's black! Is it a demoness? And this? Old!

The unpleasantly itching voices overhead irritated, causing the desire to brush it off and return again to where peace and silence. And the fact that it is old, and even scary, I know without them. They didn't tell me anything new. I’ve got used to it, I don’t even react when they throw ridicule in my face.

- Maybe she won't wake up? - meanwhile the unknown voice continued to hyster. - Let's say that it could not stand the transfer, and throw the body into the ravine?

I didn't like that anymore. And in general, some strange dream, it's too much ... I barely opened my eyes, expecting that this would dispel alcoholic hallucinations and I would see my usual apartment - yellow wallpaper, a clock on the wall, beige curtains with a pattern of large poppies ... and with difficulty raised themselves to immediately swing open sharply. What yellow wallpaper? What poppies?

Directly opposite me was a solid wall of gray stone. Hematite columns flickered mysteriously, reflecting the diffused light that dispersed the dusk of the room, and smoldering torches completed the picture of something medieval and gothic. Some images ran along the walls, and I even seemed to discern figures of people among them, only… there was something wrong in them. What is this nonsense? Yes, I abused yesterday, but not to the same extent!

My heart beat anxiously, threatening to burst out of my chest. God, the same ... this just can't be? This is a dream? Delirium of an inflamed consciousness? Panic literally collapsed, threatening to burrow underneath, but the following words sharply brought to life, forcing to instantly pull myself together. And fear, like a wave, rolled back. I was seized by calmness and some kind of excitement.

- Or maybe better, right away ... by yourself ...

This phrase brought me out of the state of pensive contemplation, and I almost jumped on the spot. Well, I do not! Whatever it is, I definitely won't allow myself to be killed. And that the unknowns were talking about the murder, there was no doubt for a moment.

With a demonstrative groan, I stretched and, turning abruptly, got up, which caused an immediate attack of nausea. Nothing, I can handle this. The main thing is that the unknown comrades do not have time to get rid of on the sly ... By the way, who is this with us there?

The picture, incredible in its absurdity, appeared to the eyes wide open. In the Temple - and such a grandiose and gloomy room simply could not be anything else - in the midst of an incredible number of candles, slowly fading mysterious signs and pentagrams, girls lay right on the floor on the rays of an eight-pointed star. Naked girls. I quickly counted - there were seven of them. Well, apparently, and also in terms of rigidity and coldness, I was just the eighth. And in front of me, motionless, stood two. One is of indeterminate age, tall, straight and thin, with bright blue eyes, but at the same time with a gray beard almost to the waist and in a dark gray robe. The second - about fifty years old, plump, bald, with a thin reddish beard in the same robe. And I was ready to give a grudge that the disgusting voice proposing to kill me belonged to him.