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Название книги: The Dawn of Amber
Автор(ы): John Betancourt
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Dawn-of-Amber-192671.html
The Dawn Of Amber
Prolog
One Year AgoI felt the world around me bend and sway like the branches of a willow in a storm. Strange colors turned, misshapen geometries that couldn’t possibly exist but somehow did, drifting like snowflakes, patterns within patterns within patterns. My vision brightened then dimmed, repeatedly, and in no perceptible rhythm.Come…A voice… where? I turned, the world kaleidoscoping.Come to me…The voice pulled me on.Come to me, sons ofChaos…I followed the sound across a land of ever-changing design and color to a tower made of skulls, some human and some clearly not. I stretched out my hand to touch its walls, but my fingers passed through the bones as though through fog.Not real.A vision? A dream?A nightmare, more like it. The thought came from deep inside.Come… the voice called to me.I gave in to the sound and drifted forward, through the wall of skulls and into the heart of the tower.Shadows flickered within. As my eyes began to adjust to the gloom, I could make out a stairway of
Название книги: The Dawn of Amber
Автор(ы): John Betancourt
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Dawn-of-Amber-192671.html
The Dawn Of Amber
Prolog
One Year AgoI felt the world around me bend and sway like the branches of a willow in a storm. Strange colors turned, misshapen geometries that couldn’t possibly exist but somehow did, drifting like snowflakes, patterns within patterns within patterns. My vision brightened then dimmed, repeatedly, and in no perceptible rhythm.Come…A voice… where? I turned, the world kaleidoscoping.Come to me…The voice pulled me on.Come to me, sons ofChaos…I followed the sound across a land of ever-changing design and color to a tower made of skulls, some human and some clearly not. I stretched out my hand to touch its walls, but my fingers passed through the bones as though through fog.Not real.A vision? A dream?A nightmare, more like it. The thought came from deep inside.Come… the voice called to me.I gave in to the sound and drifted forward, through the wall of skulls and into the heart of the tower.Shadows flickered within. As my eyes began to adjust to the gloom, I could make out a stairway of
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