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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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Closer still, Bobbin moved. Then his eyes began to
widen in incredulous astonishment. The thing looked --
he would have sworn it -- like a flying dragon.
Ridiculous, he told himself. There are no dragons on
Krynn. There were dragons once, they said. Ages ago.
But not now. Not in the memory of anyone living had
there been reports of dragons.
Closer and closer the two fliers came, and more and
more Bobbin had to admit that it did look like a dragon.
A huge, red, flying dragon, coming along the line of
peaks, coming directly toward him.
Fear washed up and down the gnome's spine, a com-
pelling, sweating fear that was like cold fingers gripped
him. Then a voice spoke to him. "Who are you?" it
asked, seeming to be right there beside him.
Bobbin gasped and looked around, this way and that,
trying to see who had spoken. The dragon was a half-
mile away now, and there was no doubt in the gnome's
mind that it was, indeed, a dragon. Again the voice at
the gnome's shoulder asked, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" the gnome shouted. "Where are you?"
"You're looking at me," the voice said. "Yes. Me. And
yes, little creature, I am what you think I am. Now, calm
down and tell me who you are?"
"Bobbin," Bobbin said. "I... I'm a gnome. Are you
really a... But of course you are. You wouldn't say so if
you weren't, would you?"
"Bobbin," the voice seemed to purr in his ear. "Just
keep coming, Bobbin
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