The monster moved past the heap of bodies and the pile of gory heads without appearing to notice them (чудовище двинулось мимо груды тел и кучи голов, казалось не замечая их: «без казательства замечать их»). He was no scavenger (он был не падальщик). He hunted only the living, in a life dedicated solely to slaughter (он охотился только на живых, в жизни, посвященной исключительно убийству). An awful hunger burned greenly in the wide, unwinking eyes (страшный голод горел зеленым в широко раскрытых, немигающих глазах); the hunger not alone of belly-emptiness, but the lust of death-dealing (голод не только пустоты желудка, но /и/ жажды убийства). His gaping jaws slavered (его разверстые челюсти испускали слюну =
gory [ˈɡɔ: rɪ], scavenger [ˈskævɪnʤə], slaughter [ˈslɔ: tə]
The monster moved past the heap of bodies and the pile of gory heads without appearing to notice them. He was no scavenger. He hunted only the living, in a life dedicated solely to slaughter. An awful hunger burned greenly in the wide, unwinking eyes; the hunger not alone of belly-emptiness, but the lust of death-dealing. His gaping jaws slavered. The shaman stepped back, his hand waved toward the woodsman.
The great cat sank into a crouch (огромная кошка припала к земле;
appalling [əˈpɔ: lɪŋ], elephant [ˈelɪfənt], starvation [stɑ:ˈveɪʃn]
The great cat sank into a crouch, and Balthus numbly remembered tales of its appalling ferocity: of how it would spring upon an elephant and drive its sword- like fangs so deeply into the titan's skull that they could never be withdrawn, but would keep it nailed to its victim, to die by starvation. The shaman cried out shrilly, and with an ear-shattering roar the monster sprang.
Balthus had never dreamed of such a spring (Балтус никогда /не/ видел /даже во сне/ такого прыжка;
tooth [tu: Ɵ], saber [ˈseɪbə], credit [ˈkredɪt]
Balthus had never dreamed of such a spring, such a hurtling of incarnated destruction embodied in that giant bulk of iron thews and ripping talons. Full on the woodsman's breast it struck, and the stake splintered and snapped at the base, crashing to the earth under the impact. Then the saber-tooth was gliding toward the gate, half dragging, half carrying a hideous crimson hulk that only faintly resembled a man. Balthus glared almost paralyzed, his brain refusing to credit what his eyes had seen.