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Название книги: Shaman's Crossing
Автор(ы): Robin Hobb
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Shaman_s-Crossing-153101.html
DedicationTo Caffeine and Sugar, my companions through many a long night of writing.
CHAPTER ONEMagic and Iron
I remember well the first time I saw the magic of the plainspeople.I was eight and my father had taken me with him on a trip to the outpost on Franner’s Bend. We had arisen before the dawn for the long ride; the sun was just short of standing at noon when we finally saw the flag waving over the walls of the outpost by the river. Once, Franner’s Bend had been a military fort on the contested border between the plainspeople and the expanding Kingdom of Gernia. Now it was well within the Gernian border, but some of its old martial glory persisted. Two great cannons guarded the gates, but the trade stalls set up against the mud-plastered stockade walls behind them dimmed their ferocity. The trail we had followed from Widevale now joined a road that picked its way among the remains of mud-brick foundations. Their roofs and walls were long gone, leaving the shells gaping at the sky like empty tooth sockets
Название книги: Shaman's Crossing
Автор(ы): Robin Hobb
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Shaman_s-Crossing-153101.html
DedicationTo Caffeine and Sugar, my companions through many a long night of writing.
CHAPTER ONEMagic and Iron
I remember well the first time I saw the magic of the plainspeople.I was eight and my father had taken me with him on a trip to the outpost on Franner’s Bend. We had arisen before the dawn for the long ride; the sun was just short of standing at noon when we finally saw the flag waving over the walls of the outpost by the river. Once, Franner’s Bend had been a military fort on the contested border between the plainspeople and the expanding Kingdom of Gernia. Now it was well within the Gernian border, but some of its old martial glory persisted. Two great cannons guarded the gates, but the trade stalls set up against the mud-plastered stockade walls behind them dimmed their ferocity. The trail we had followed from Widevale now joined a road that picked its way among the remains of mud-brick foundations. Their roofs and walls were long gone, leaving the shells gaping at the sky like empty tooth sockets
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