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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. Whining winds aloft echoed in the chasm below.
Chane stood a moment longer as one entranced, then
shuddered and opened his eyes. "Grallen," he said.
He turned to stare at the massive face of Sky's End
across the bridge, and a green light glowed there among
the fallen stone. It looked to the dwarf like light coming
from an open door.
"Go," Wingover said. "I'll hold them here as long as I
can. Go and do what we came for... whatever that is."
Chane hesitated, then nodded. "It is what we came
for," he said. Abruptly he held out his hand. "Good luck,
human."
Wingover took the hand in his good one. "Good jour-
ney, dwarf."
Chane turned toward the crown of the bridge and the
mystery beyond, Jilian following. Chess looked after
them, started to tag along, but changed his mind.
"He's probably about to become rich and famous," the
kender muttered. "And probably insufferable. I think I'll
stay."
Just beyond the foot of the bridge, Kolanda Darkmoor
stood, looking up at them. Her stance was a warrior's
stance. A victor's stance. Her eyes behind her steel mask
glittered with anticipation, and something between her
breasts glowed darkly. A faint, sizzling sound lingered in
the air.
And then there was no more time. Out past the breaks,
goblin troops raced toward Chane and his companions,
and just beyond the foot of the bridge Kolanda
Darkmoor signaled her guard to advance
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