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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. "Now what?" he wondered.
"Go west," something voiceless seemed to say.
"I wasn't talking to you, Zap," Chess scolded. "I was
talking to myself. Besides, the only reason you want me
to go west is to get far enough from that Spellbinder
thing the dwarf has so that you can happen. Right?"
"Right," something mournful agreed.
"I've been west, anyway," Chess added.
"Woe," Zap grieved.
"I wish that dwarf would find what he's looking for,"
the kender muttered. "I'm ready to go see something
new." He started down from the ice-mound, then ducked
as a huge shadow swept over him. Clinging to the ice, he
looked up. The white thing was no longer far away. It
was directly overhead now, spiraling downward,
slanted wings carrying it in great descending circles as it
came lower and lower. Fifty feet up it leveled out, seemed
to stall, then crept toward him and hovered just over-
head. A head appeared alongside one wing, and a voice
floated down. "Hey! Are you from around here?"
"Of course not!" Chess called back. "I'm just visiting.
What is that thing?"
"It's my soarwagon. It still needs a little design modifi-
cation but I'm working on it. Right now, though, I'm
looking for cats. Have you seen any cats?"
"Not lately," the kender admitted. '"There were some
dandies around here when I first got here, but they've all
gone now
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