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Название книги: The Lure of the Basilisk
Автор(ы): Lawrence Watt-Evans
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Lure-of-the-Basilisk-192151.html
The Lure of the Basilisk Lawrence Watt-EvansPROLOGUE"I am weary of all this death and dying." The speaker was a huge armor-clad figure almost seven feet in height, standing at the narrow mouth of a small cave near the top of a snowy and rubble-strewn hillside. Even from a distance an observer would have seen the fading light of the setting sun glinting a baleful red from his eyes, marking him as something other than human. He was speaking to a bent, crouching creature clad in tatters who stood inside the cave's mouth, at the edge of the impenetrable gloom of the interior, her face and form only faintly visible in the dim twilight. She was hunched and humpbacked, shriveled and bent with age. Her face was twisted and broken, her teeth gone, one of her golden eyes squinted horribly, yet she was plainly of the same race as the tall warrior. "Death is everywhere;" the decrepit creature replied. "I know that, Ao; I would it were not so." The hag addressed as Ao merely shrugged, and the warrior
Название книги: The Lure of the Basilisk
Автор(ы): Lawrence Watt-Evans
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Lure-of-the-Basilisk-192151.html
The Lure of the Basilisk Lawrence Watt-EvansPROLOGUE"I am weary of all this death and dying." The speaker was a huge armor-clad figure almost seven feet in height, standing at the narrow mouth of a small cave near the top of a snowy and rubble-strewn hillside. Even from a distance an observer would have seen the fading light of the setting sun glinting a baleful red from his eyes, marking him as something other than human. He was speaking to a bent, crouching creature clad in tatters who stood inside the cave's mouth, at the edge of the impenetrable gloom of the interior, her face and form only faintly visible in the dim twilight. She was hunched and humpbacked, shriveled and bent with age. Her face was twisted and broken, her teeth gone, one of her golden eyes squinted horribly, yet she was plainly of the same race as the tall warrior. "Death is everywhere;" the decrepit creature replied. "I know that, Ao; I would it were not so." The hag addressed as Ao merely shrugged, and the warrior
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