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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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Her gaze fixed then on the sky, not where the moons
were telling their story, but westward, where the line of
ridges that formed the valley's east rim stood like jagged
teeth against the night sky. There, far in the distance be-
yond the ridges, was a crimson glow - a light that was
neither moonlight nor firelight, but that hung in the sky
beyond the mountains like an echo of Lunitari's light.
Between her breasts the dark thing moved, and again
she heard the dry, ancient voice. "Ah, but there is a mes-
sage for her, it seems. Someone else is abroad this night,
seeking the lost way to Thorbardin."
Full daylight lay on the valley when Chane Feldstone
awoke. For an instant he didn't know where he was. He
blinked and looked around. The hut was wide open,
shutters thrown back and door standing ajar. Cabinets
stood open and empty, and the cool breezes of autumn
wafted through, carrying the sounds of birdcall and
small creatures - sounds that Chane abruptly realized he
hadn't heard since coming into this strange valley in the
wilderness. Near the door, the wizard Glenshadow lay
asleep on a rush mat.
Chane stretched and stood, feeling stiff from sleeping
at the table, his hammer still slung on his back. Recalling
the night before, he fumbled with the lashing on his
pouch and looked inside
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