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Название книги: The Born Queen
Автор(ы): Greg Keyes
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Born-Queen-227624.html
PROLOGUE
FOUR BRIEF TALESHARRIOTA SHRIEK OF PAIN lifted into the pearl-colored sky and hung on the wind above Tarnshead like a seabird. Roger Harriot didn't turn; he'd heard plenty of screams this morning and would hear quite a few more before the day was done. Instead he focused his regard on the landscape, of which the west tower of Fiderech castle afforded an expansive view. The head itself was off to the west, presently on his left hand. Stacks of white stone jutted up through emerald grass, standing high enough to obscure the sea beyond, although as they slouched north toward town, the gray-green waves became visible. Along that slope, wind-gnarled trees reached their branches all in the same direction, as if to snatch some unseen prize from the air. From those twisty boughs hung strange fruit. He wondered if he would have been able to tell what they were if he did not already know.Probably."Not everyone has the stomach for torture," a voice informed him. He recognized it as belonging to Sacritor Praecum, whose
Название книги: The Born Queen
Автор(ы): Greg Keyes
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Born-Queen-227624.html
PROLOGUE
FOUR BRIEF TALESHARRIOTA SHRIEK OF PAIN lifted into the pearl-colored sky and hung on the wind above Tarnshead like a seabird. Roger Harriot didn't turn; he'd heard plenty of screams this morning and would hear quite a few more before the day was done. Instead he focused his regard on the landscape, of which the west tower of Fiderech castle afforded an expansive view. The head itself was off to the west, presently on his left hand. Stacks of white stone jutted up through emerald grass, standing high enough to obscure the sea beyond, although as they slouched north toward town, the gray-green waves became visible. Along that slope, wind-gnarled trees reached their branches all in the same direction, as if to snatch some unseen prize from the air. From those twisty boughs hung strange fruit. He wondered if he would have been able to tell what they were if he did not already know.Probably."Not everyone has the stomach for torture," a voice informed him. He recognized it as belonging to Sacritor Praecum, whose
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