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Название книги: Ghostwalker
Автор(ы): Erik DeBie
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Ghostwalker-192609.html
Prelude30 Tarsakh, the Year of the Serpent (1359 DR)He ran through the woods, jumping at every snapping twig, every moving shadow. The height of the moon told him it was midnight, but the youth cared little. His clothes had been torn to ribbons in his desperate flight, and his flesh had been scratched brutally by the shrubs, branches, and rocks.The youth would do anything to avoid his pursuers.Cruel faces, real and imagined, greeted him at every turn, and sometimes a fist lashed out and sent him sprawling. He always got up again, his head ringing and his vision swimming, only to run on, mocking laughter echoing behind him. They were playing with him, as a cat toys with its prey, allowing him to run and to think he might escape, but ultimately wearing down his nerves-and his fragile resolve-to nothing."Oh, Ri-in," a voice came, "here little Rhyn!"Startled, Rhyn Thardeyn stumbled, tripped, and fell with a cry down a rocky hill into muddy water. He struggled to rise and squeaked despite himself when fiery pain shot through h
Название книги: Ghostwalker
Автор(ы): Erik DeBie
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Ghostwalker-192609.html
Prelude30 Tarsakh, the Year of the Serpent (1359 DR)He ran through the woods, jumping at every snapping twig, every moving shadow. The height of the moon told him it was midnight, but the youth cared little. His clothes had been torn to ribbons in his desperate flight, and his flesh had been scratched brutally by the shrubs, branches, and rocks.The youth would do anything to avoid his pursuers.Cruel faces, real and imagined, greeted him at every turn, and sometimes a fist lashed out and sent him sprawling. He always got up again, his head ringing and his vision swimming, only to run on, mocking laughter echoing behind him. They were playing with him, as a cat toys with its prey, allowing him to run and to think he might escape, but ultimately wearing down his nerves-and his fragile resolve-to nothing."Oh, Ri-in," a voice came, "here little Rhyn!"Startled, Rhyn Thardeyn stumbled, tripped, and fell with a cry down a rocky hill into muddy water. He struggled to rise and squeaked despite himself when fiery pain shot through h
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