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Название книги: Princeps' Fury (prologue)
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Princeps_-Fury-_prologue_-155956.html
Farewell, mother Roma.
The shining columns,
The endless roads,
The mighty legions,
The peaceful fields.
Born in fire,
The light in darkness.
Farewell, mother Roma.
Never again will your sons return.
– A poem, inscribed in stone in the ruins of Appia
Good riddance, gluttonous whore! Victory Germania!
– An addendum to the poem, scratched in far cruder letters
Prologue
"This way, my Lord!" screamed the young Knight Aeris, beckoning as he altered the direction of his windstream and dove down through the twilight sky. He was bleeding from a wound in the neck, where one of the razor-sharp shards of ice the creatures hurled like javelins had slipped beneath the rim of his helmet. The young fool was fortunate to be alive, and neck wounds were notoriously treacherous. If he didn't stop flailing about and have it attended to, it might tear wider and cost the Legion an irreplaceable asset.
High Lord Antillus Raucous adjusted his own windstream to match the young Knight's dive and followed him down towa
Название книги: Princeps' Fury (prologue)
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Princeps_-Fury-_prologue_-155956.html
Farewell, mother Roma.
The shining columns,
The endless roads,
The mighty legions,
The peaceful fields.
Born in fire,
The light in darkness.
Farewell, mother Roma.
Never again will your sons return.
– A poem, inscribed in stone in the ruins of Appia
Good riddance, gluttonous whore! Victory Germania!
– An addendum to the poem, scratched in far cruder letters
Prologue
"This way, my Lord!" screamed the young Knight Aeris, beckoning as he altered the direction of his windstream and dove down through the twilight sky. He was bleeding from a wound in the neck, where one of the razor-sharp shards of ice the creatures hurled like javelins had slipped beneath the rim of his helmet. The young fool was fortunate to be alive, and neck wounds were notoriously treacherous. If he didn't stop flailing about and have it attended to, it might tear wider and cost the Legion an irreplaceable asset.
High Lord Antillus Raucous adjusted his own windstream to match the young Knight's dive and followed him down towa
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