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Название книги: Storm of Iron
Автор(ы): Graham MvNeill
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Storm-of-Iron-159769.html
To all the Guardsman Hawkes out there and the idea of getting a second chance. Don't waste it.
PROLOGUE
The electro-candles in the astropaths' chamber were kept dim, though its occupants neither cared nor were aware of their surroundings, their eyes long since burned from their sockets. The aroma of sacred incense filled the chamber, the quiet hum of machinery and the scratching of a score of tonsured quill-servitors the only sounds.The servitors sat facing each other in two rows, hunched over gnarled lecterns, their ink-stained fingers darting across parchments as information poured into what remained of their minds and out through their calloused hands. Behind each servitor stood an angled, brass capsule, sparkling like a gleaming coffin. Golden wires trailed from each one's frosted surface and ribbed cabling snaked from their sides, running in long lines along the chamber's edge.A hunched figure, swathed in the red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus with gold lettering stitched along the hem made his way
Название книги: Storm of Iron
Автор(ы): Graham MvNeill
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Storm-of-Iron-159769.html
To all the Guardsman Hawkes out there and the idea of getting a second chance. Don't waste it.
PROLOGUE
The electro-candles in the astropaths' chamber were kept dim, though its occupants neither cared nor were aware of their surroundings, their eyes long since burned from their sockets. The aroma of sacred incense filled the chamber, the quiet hum of machinery and the scratching of a score of tonsured quill-servitors the only sounds.The servitors sat facing each other in two rows, hunched over gnarled lecterns, their ink-stained fingers darting across parchments as information poured into what remained of their minds and out through their calloused hands. Behind each servitor stood an angled, brass capsule, sparkling like a gleaming coffin. Golden wires trailed from each one's frosted surface and ribbed cabling snaked from their sides, running in long lines along the chamber's edge.A hunched figure, swathed in the red robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus with gold lettering stitched along the hem made his way
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