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Название книги: Magic Lost, Trouble Found
Автор(ы): Lisa Shearin
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Magic-Lost_-Trouble-Found-193586.html
Many thanks:
To my agent, Kristin Nelson, for your guidance, enthusiasm, and for believing in the magic.To my editor, Anne Sowards, for your sharp eyes, and for always taking the time to answer a new author’s questions.And most of all to my husband, Derek. Thank you for your love, patience, and encouragement. You never doubted, and always believed.
Chapter 1
Sorcerers weren’t normal, sorcery wasn’t natural, and Quentin Rand didn’t like either one.Quentin had always made an exception for me, but just because you tolerated what a friend was, didn’t mean you understood what they did. Nothing explained to me what Quentin was doing breaking into the townhouse of one of Mermeia’s most infamous necromancers. Quentin was a thief—at least he used to be. And to the best of my knowledge, he wasn’t a suicidal ex-thief. Yet there he was crouched in the shadows of Nachtmagus Nigelius Nicabar’s back door, picklocks at the ready. While not the most efficient way to ask for death, it was one of the more certa
Название книги: Magic Lost, Trouble Found
Автор(ы): Lisa Shearin
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Magic-Lost_-Trouble-Found-193586.html
Many thanks:
To my agent, Kristin Nelson, for your guidance, enthusiasm, and for believing in the magic.To my editor, Anne Sowards, for your sharp eyes, and for always taking the time to answer a new author’s questions.And most of all to my husband, Derek. Thank you for your love, patience, and encouragement. You never doubted, and always believed.
Chapter 1
Sorcerers weren’t normal, sorcery wasn’t natural, and Quentin Rand didn’t like either one.Quentin had always made an exception for me, but just because you tolerated what a friend was, didn’t mean you understood what they did. Nothing explained to me what Quentin was doing breaking into the townhouse of one of Mermeia’s most infamous necromancers. Quentin was a thief—at least he used to be. And to the best of my knowledge, he wasn’t a suicidal ex-thief. Yet there he was crouched in the shadows of Nachtmagus Nigelius Nicabar’s back door, picklocks at the ready. While not the most efficient way to ask for death, it was one of the more certa
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