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Название книги: Midnight's Mask
Автор(ы): Paul Kemp
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Midnight_s-Mask-168717.html
Midnight's MaskBook 3 of the Erevis Cale TrilogyA Forgotten Realms NovelBy Paul S. KempThere's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.-the Bard, from HamletPROLOGUESSESSIMYTHThe darkness of the deep enshrouded Ssessimyth. Ponderous currents caressed his body, flowed over and past his bloated, pained bulk. In a lazy, distant way, he remembered long ago swimming those currents, hunting in them. Then, fear at his approach had emptied the sea before him for a league. But no longer. He had not left the bottom in centuries; he had hardly stirred at all since he had found the Source.Centuries ago the Source's plaintive cries had welled up from the depths and filled Ssessimyth's mind, drawn him to the ruins piled on the sea floor at the base of an underwater cliff. Even that slight initial touch-a mental brushing, little more-had stimulated his brain and sent pulses of pleasure through his limbs. He had been addicted from the first. He had swum down into the dark, torn feverishly at the cast-offs of th
Название книги: Midnight's Mask
Автор(ы): Paul Kemp
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Midnight_s-Mask-168717.html
Midnight's MaskBook 3 of the Erevis Cale TrilogyA Forgotten Realms NovelBy Paul S. KempThere's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.-the Bard, from HamletPROLOGUESSESSIMYTHThe darkness of the deep enshrouded Ssessimyth. Ponderous currents caressed his body, flowed over and past his bloated, pained bulk. In a lazy, distant way, he remembered long ago swimming those currents, hunting in them. Then, fear at his approach had emptied the sea before him for a league. But no longer. He had not left the bottom in centuries; he had hardly stirred at all since he had found the Source.Centuries ago the Source's plaintive cries had welled up from the depths and filled Ssessimyth's mind, drawn him to the ruins piled on the sea floor at the base of an underwater cliff. Even that slight initial touch-a mental brushing, little more-had stimulated his brain and sent pulses of pleasure through his limbs. He had been addicted from the first. He had swum down into the dark, torn feverishly at the cast-offs of th
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