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Название книги: Ranks of Bronze
Автор(ы): David Weber
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Ranks-of-Bronze-192147.html
PROLOGUEOn a farm in the Sabine hills of a planet call Earth, a poet takes a stylus from the fingers of a nude slave girl and writes, very quickly, And Crassus wretched soldier takes a barbarian wife from his captors and grows old waging war for them.The poet looked at the line with a pleased expression. "It needs polish, of course," he muttered. Then, more directly to the slave, he says, "You know, Leuconoe, there's more than inspiration to poetry, a thousand times more; but this came to me out of the air.Horace gestures with his stylus toward the glittering night sky. The girl smiles back at him.
BOOK ONETHE FIRST CAMPAIGN
Caius Vibulenus wore a white horsehair crest to mark him as a tribune. Fear turned the dew dribbling from that insignia into drops of acid on the back of his neck. Dawn was beginning to raise a bitterflavored mist from the valley before them, and the occasional serpentine trees seemed to writhe as they bathed in the thick air.The enemy was deploying from its camp in the shelter of g
Название книги: Ranks of Bronze
Автор(ы): David Weber
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Ranks-of-Bronze-192147.html
PROLOGUEOn a farm in the Sabine hills of a planet call Earth, a poet takes a stylus from the fingers of a nude slave girl and writes, very quickly, And Crassus wretched soldier takes a barbarian wife from his captors and grows old waging war for them.The poet looked at the line with a pleased expression. "It needs polish, of course," he muttered. Then, more directly to the slave, he says, "You know, Leuconoe, there's more than inspiration to poetry, a thousand times more; but this came to me out of the air.Horace gestures with his stylus toward the glittering night sky. The girl smiles back at him.
BOOK ONETHE FIRST CAMPAIGN
Caius Vibulenus wore a white horsehair crest to mark him as a tribune. Fear turned the dew dribbling from that insignia into drops of acid on the back of his neck. Dawn was beginning to raise a bitterflavored mist from the valley before them, and the occasional serpentine trees seemed to writhe as they bathed in the thick air.The enemy was deploying from its camp in the shelter of g
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