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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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Fast on his heels, Tasslehoff, Trapspringer, Damaris,
and Phineas made sure they got to the tunnel before the
other, slower-moving kender. Ahead of them, Vinsint
took a right turn and waited for them, waving them on.
In minutes, they saw dim light at the end of the tunnel.
It was still morning when they emerged from Vin-
sint's secret passage, covered by thick branches at the
edge of the Ruins. They were not prepared for what
they saw.
The land was engulfed by a thunder and wind storm
the likes of which none of them had ever seen. Stout
trees bent in the wind. Stone blocks could be heard tum-
bling and crashing even above the roar of the wind.
Thunderclaps cut through the heavy air. And though
the air held the moist, earthy scent of rain, none fell
from the sky.
It was the sky that was the most alarming of all. Day-
time looked almost like night, the angry black and pur-
ple sky cut by jagged streaks of wicked white lightning.
The sun was an undistinguished, dull glow straight
overhead.
Harkul Gelfig, chocolatier who founded and lived in
the time-warped Gelfigburg for more than three-
hundred years, pushed past them as he emerged from
the tunnel. His bulky form was tossed about by the
wind, so he clung to the trunk of a stout tree. "My, they
sure let this place fall into disrepair," he said, clicking
his tongue in dismay as he surveyed the nearby ruined
buildings. "In my time, this was a beautiful city, which
sprang up around the Tower of High Sorcery. Good-
ness, the weather certainly is fierce, isn't it? Is this
usual?
"No," said Tasslehoff, not knowing quite what to
make of the strange weather, "this is most certainly not
usual
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