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Название книги: Finder_s Bane
Автор(ы): Kate Novak
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Finder_s-Bane-192557.html
Jeff GrubbOneThe Rescue
Joel turned his horse from the paved Northride Road onto the muddy Tethyamar Trail. The bard halted and watched with some reluctance as the caravan moved past him up the road toward Shadowdale. A shrine built by the followers of the god Torm stood at the juncture of the road and the trail. With its walls of stone and thatched roof the shrine doubled as a way station for travelers who couldn't reach Shadowdale by nightfall. It was too early in the day and the weather far too fair for any of the merchants of the caravan to halt here. They were intent on pushing on to their markets in the north.One of the caravan guards guided his horse forward until it stood beside the bard's. The guard, a Dalesman named Branson, was a grizzled twenty-year veteran of the road. He was always uncomfortable watching someone ride away from the safety of his caravan, especially someone as alone and young as Joel was.Branson had to admit the bard wasn't exactly a boy. Joel had the muscular physique of a man and the sob
Название книги: Finder_s Bane
Автор(ы): Kate Novak
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Finder_s-Bane-192557.html
Jeff GrubbOneThe Rescue
Joel turned his horse from the paved Northride Road onto the muddy Tethyamar Trail. The bard halted and watched with some reluctance as the caravan moved past him up the road toward Shadowdale. A shrine built by the followers of the god Torm stood at the juncture of the road and the trail. With its walls of stone and thatched roof the shrine doubled as a way station for travelers who couldn't reach Shadowdale by nightfall. It was too early in the day and the weather far too fair for any of the merchants of the caravan to halt here. They were intent on pushing on to their markets in the north.One of the caravan guards guided his horse forward until it stood beside the bard's. The guard, a Dalesman named Branson, was a grizzled twenty-year veteran of the road. He was always uncomfortable watching someone ride away from the safety of his caravan, especially someone as alone and young as Joel was.Branson had to admit the bard wasn't exactly a boy. Joel had the muscular physique of a man and the sob
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