Книга только для ознакомления
."
He smiled around at the wood, at the stained glass, at the
friends he had, and at the friends he hadn't met yet. He raised his
glass. "Your health, ladies and gentlemen."
He drank it in one pull.
Wayward Children
Richard A. Knaak
"A fool's errand, that's what this is!"
Though the words were little more than a hiss, B'rak heard
them all too well. He also agreed with them, but it was not his
place to say so-especially as he was captain of this patrol.
Others heard the complaint as well. "If you cannot keep your
warriors in line, captain, I will be glad to do so for you!"
B'rak hissed angrily at the tall figure wrapped in black cloth. If
there was one point on which B'rak agreed with humans, it was
that magic-users were not to be trusted, much less liked. But he
had no choice:
they were assigned to all patrols. He unfurled his wings to
emphasize his displeasure at having a mage along on this scouting
mission. His metallic silver skin glistened in the light as he pointed
a talon at the other.
"The Dragon Highlord commanded that you accompany us,
Vergrim, not that you lead us. I will deal with my men as I see fit."
Vergrim's answering smile made even draconians uneasy.
Nevertheless, he nodded acceptance of B'rak's words and turned
his attention back to the wilderness around them.
They had been wandering for days among the rich
woodland just north of the New Sea
|
