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Название книги: Last Argument of Kings
Автор(ы): Joe Abercrombie
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Last-Argument-of-Kings-172363.html
The First Law: Book ThreeFor the Four ReadersYou know who you are
PART I
“Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.”Paul Gauguin
The Poison Trade
Superior Glokta stood in the hall, and waited. He stretched his twisted neck out to one side and then to the other, hearing the familiar clicks, feeling the familiar cords of pain stretching out through the tangled muscles between his shoulder-blades. Why do I do it, when it always hurts me? Why must we test the pain? Tongue the ulcer, rub the blister, pick the scab?“Well?” he snapped.The marble bust at the foot of the stairs offered only its silent contempt. And I get more than enough of that already. Glokta shuffled away, his useless foot scraping over the tiles behind him, the tapping of his cane echoing amongst the mouldings on the faraway ceiling.When it came to the great noblemen on the Open Council, Lord Ingelstad, the owner of this oversized hall, was an undersized man indeed. The head of a family whose fortunes had declined with the passin
Название книги: Last Argument of Kings
Автор(ы): Joe Abercrombie
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Last-Argument-of-Kings-172363.html
The First Law: Book ThreeFor the Four ReadersYou know who you are
PART I
“Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.”Paul Gauguin
The Poison Trade
Superior Glokta stood in the hall, and waited. He stretched his twisted neck out to one side and then to the other, hearing the familiar clicks, feeling the familiar cords of pain stretching out through the tangled muscles between his shoulder-blades. Why do I do it, when it always hurts me? Why must we test the pain? Tongue the ulcer, rub the blister, pick the scab?“Well?” he snapped.The marble bust at the foot of the stairs offered only its silent contempt. And I get more than enough of that already. Glokta shuffled away, his useless foot scraping over the tiles behind him, the tapping of his cane echoing amongst the mouldings on the faraway ceiling.When it came to the great noblemen on the Open Council, Lord Ingelstad, the owner of this oversized hall, was an undersized man indeed. The head of a family whose fortunes had declined with the passin
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