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Название книги: The black prism
Автор(ы): Brent Weeks
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-black-prism-192142.html
The Black PrismChapter 1
Kip crawled toward the battlefield in the darkness, the mist pressing down, blotting out sound, scattering starlight. Though the adults shunned it and the children were forbidden to come here, he'd played on the open field a hundred times-during the day. Tonight, his purpose was grimmer.Reaching the top of the hill, Kip stood and hiked up his pants. The river behind him was hissing, or maybe that was the warriors beneath its surface, dead these sixteen years. He squared his shoulders, ignoring his imagination. The mists made him seem suspended, outside of time. But even if there was no evidence of it, the sun was coming. By the time it did, he had to get to the far side of the battlefield. Farther than he'd ever gone searching.Even Ramir wouldn't come out here at night. Everyone knew Sundered Rock was haunted. But Ram didn't have to feed his family; his mother didn't smoke her wages.Gripping his little belt knife tightly, Kip started walking. It wasn't just the unquiet dead that might pul
Название книги: The black prism
Автор(ы): Brent Weeks
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-black-prism-192142.html
The Black PrismChapter 1
Kip crawled toward the battlefield in the darkness, the mist pressing down, blotting out sound, scattering starlight. Though the adults shunned it and the children were forbidden to come here, he'd played on the open field a hundred times-during the day. Tonight, his purpose was grimmer.Reaching the top of the hill, Kip stood and hiked up his pants. The river behind him was hissing, or maybe that was the warriors beneath its surface, dead these sixteen years. He squared his shoulders, ignoring his imagination. The mists made him seem suspended, outside of time. But even if there was no evidence of it, the sun was coming. By the time it did, he had to get to the far side of the battlefield. Farther than he'd ever gone searching.Even Ramir wouldn't come out here at night. Everyone knew Sundered Rock was haunted. But Ram didn't have to feed his family; his mother didn't smoke her wages.Gripping his little belt knife tightly, Kip started walking. It wasn't just the unquiet dead that might pul
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