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Название книги: The Crimson Gold
Автор(ы): Voronica Whitney-Robinson
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Crimson-Gold-157961.html
3rd Ches, 1373 DRPROLOGUEAdnama Stoneblood slipped farther into the inky darkness. He ran one callused hand along the wall to his left and let his heavily corded arm rest against the rockwork. He closed his eyes and let his senses spread through the stone, feeling every crevice and weakness. Nothing, he thought to himself. He opened his eyes, replaced his gauntlet, and turned to another of his senses. His darkvision revealed the sharp turn the tunnel made directly ahead and he once again mouthed a brief prayer of gratitude to Deep Duerra for her gifts. Not many of his kind thanked their gods that often, but Adna-ma realized how difficult this search was, and he would not risk angering anyone or anything at this point. The duergar knew, even though he called the cavernous depths his home, that he was a fish out of water here in this accursed place. And yet, he pushed forward.He moved along soundlessly, even though he wore chainmail over his thin shirt and trousers, and gauntlets covered his hands a
Название книги: The Crimson Gold
Автор(ы): Voronica Whitney-Robinson
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Crimson-Gold-157961.html
3rd Ches, 1373 DRPROLOGUEAdnama Stoneblood slipped farther into the inky darkness. He ran one callused hand along the wall to his left and let his heavily corded arm rest against the rockwork. He closed his eyes and let his senses spread through the stone, feeling every crevice and weakness. Nothing, he thought to himself. He opened his eyes, replaced his gauntlet, and turned to another of his senses. His darkvision revealed the sharp turn the tunnel made directly ahead and he once again mouthed a brief prayer of gratitude to Deep Duerra for her gifts. Not many of his kind thanked their gods that often, but Adna-ma realized how difficult this search was, and he would not risk angering anyone or anything at this point. The duergar knew, even though he called the cavernous depths his home, that he was a fish out of water here in this accursed place. And yet, he pushed forward.He moved along soundlessly, even though he wore chainmail over his thin shirt and trousers, and gauntlets covered his hands a
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