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Название книги: Twilight Falling
Автор(ы): Paul Kemp
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Twilight-Falling-160002.html
TWILIGHT FALLINGBOOK ITHE EREVIS CALE TRILOGYPAUL S. KEMPSave for some whisper of the seething seas,A dead hush fell; but when the dolorous dayGrew drearier toward twilight falling, cameA bitter wind ...the bard TennysonPROLOGUEFACT-FINDINGThe young Tymoran priest lay unconscious on his side, bound hand and foot with thick hemp rope. A purple bruise was already beginning to form around his left eye. Vraggen eyed him coldly."Get him up," Vraggen ordered his agents.Dolgan, the big Cormyrean, slung his axe and kneeled at the captive's side. He took the priest's face in his ham hand and squeezed."Awaken," Dolgan said.The priest groaned, but did not open his eyes."Well done," taunted Azriim. He stood beside Vraggen with a smirk on his dusky-skinned face. "Very creative."Dolgan looked at the half-drow with his typically thick expression and grunted, "Huh?"Azriim, dressed in the green finery and high boots that he favored, flashed a smile at Vraggen."He never gets the joke, does he?"Vraggen made no reply. To Azriim, eve
Название книги: Twilight Falling
Автор(ы): Paul Kemp
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Twilight-Falling-160002.html
TWILIGHT FALLINGBOOK ITHE EREVIS CALE TRILOGYPAUL S. KEMPSave for some whisper of the seething seas,A dead hush fell; but when the dolorous dayGrew drearier toward twilight falling, cameA bitter wind ...the bard TennysonPROLOGUEFACT-FINDINGThe young Tymoran priest lay unconscious on his side, bound hand and foot with thick hemp rope. A purple bruise was already beginning to form around his left eye. Vraggen eyed him coldly."Get him up," Vraggen ordered his agents.Dolgan, the big Cormyrean, slung his axe and kneeled at the captive's side. He took the priest's face in his ham hand and squeezed."Awaken," Dolgan said.The priest groaned, but did not open his eyes."Well done," taunted Azriim. He stood beside Vraggen with a smirk on his dusky-skinned face. "Very creative."Dolgan looked at the half-drow with his typically thick expression and grunted, "Huh?"Azriim, dressed in the green finery and high boots that he favored, flashed a smile at Vraggen."He never gets the joke, does he?"Vraggen made no reply. To Azriim, eve
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