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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. Moonlight of two col-
ors shone on a horned helmet and emblazoned black
body armor. The faceplate of the many-horned helm was
a hideous metal mask, a demon-faced device from which
dark, searching eyes peered.
As the occlusion of the visible moons began, the figure
unfastened and removed the faceplate. The moonlight
revealed the face behind it: a woman's face, stern and
dark-eyed. A face that might have been beautiful, had it
chosen to be, but that had made other choices from
which there had been no turning back.
As the dark moon of Krynn eclipsed the first of the vis-
ible moons, the woman drew a thong from beneath her
breastplate, a thong from which was suspended a dark,
misshapen lump. "Caliban," she said.
The voice that responded was a dry, husky whisper,
heard within her ears - an ancient, querulous voice.
'Why does she call me now," it breathed. "She does not
need me here. There is nothing here that she cannot do
for herself."
The woman frowned. "Caliban, the moons. What
does it mean?"
'"The moons,' she says," the dry voice had whispered.
"She wants to know the story of the moons."
"Tell me!"
"It is another of the Queen's omens," the husky voice
rasped. "She tells the Highlords that the time is almost at
hand for their invasion of Ansalon, and she tells what-
ever gods may notice that she claims this time and this
world as hers
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