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Название книги: The Howling Delve
Автор(ы): Jaleigh Johnson
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Howling-Delve-167788.html
The Howling DelveA Book in the Dungeon SeriesA Forgotten Realms NovelBy Jaleigh Johnson CHAPTER ONEEsmeltaran, Amn12 Eleasias, the Year of the Sword (1365 DR) Kall swung the staff high, angling it at his best friend's head. Kall's fourteen-year-old limbs were all bone and wire, but the sapling was light and made a whistling sound as it cut the air above the waters of Lake Esmel. Aazen ducked, crouched, and sprang to an adjacent rock, losing only briefly the rhythm of the violin he had tucked under his chin. The feint at his head didn't seem to faze the boy or affect his balance in the slightest. Undeterred, Kall matched his friend's path stone for stone, taking them farther from the shore. The water turned deep blue, marking the shelf where the bottom dropped away. "Too light," Aazen commented as the music—wire screeching, to Kall's ears—died away. He pointed to the staff. "Needs proper balance." Kall rattled the makeshift weapon, watching its ends bounce. "It doesn't need a 'proper' anything—
Название книги: The Howling Delve
Автор(ы): Jaleigh Johnson
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Howling-Delve-167788.html
The Howling DelveA Book in the Dungeon SeriesA Forgotten Realms NovelBy Jaleigh Johnson CHAPTER ONEEsmeltaran, Amn12 Eleasias, the Year of the Sword (1365 DR) Kall swung the staff high, angling it at his best friend's head. Kall's fourteen-year-old limbs were all bone and wire, but the sapling was light and made a whistling sound as it cut the air above the waters of Lake Esmel. Aazen ducked, crouched, and sprang to an adjacent rock, losing only briefly the rhythm of the violin he had tucked under his chin. The feint at his head didn't seem to faze the boy or affect his balance in the slightest. Undeterred, Kall matched his friend's path stone for stone, taking them farther from the shore. The water turned deep blue, marking the shelf where the bottom dropped away. "Too light," Aazen commented as the music—wire screeching, to Kall's ears—died away. He pointed to the staff. "Needs proper balance." Kall rattled the makeshift weapon, watching its ends bounce. "It doesn't need a 'proper' anything—
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