Аннотация
City of Torment
Bruce R. Cordell
CHAPTER ONE
Eleven Years after the Spellplague The Year of the Secret (1396 DR) Veltalar, Aglarond
The young tough thrust his dagger at Japheth's stomach.
Japheth retreated into the folds of his cloak. Shadows slapped his face like gauzy moth wings. With a second step, he was back in the abandoned brewery, a dozen yards from where the kid had tried to knife him.
He pointed. The weapon in the tough's grip flared with green fire. It clattered to the floor, trailing a spiral of emerald smoke. The kid bellowed in disbelief, clutching his scorched hand.
Japheth said, "You didn't answer me. Which one of you is in charge?"
An assortment of youths, lounging, boozing, and dicing away the afternoon stared at him in slack-jawed surprise. A few scrambled for weapons, but most didn't move. They seemed unable to believe a single man would be foolish enough to enter their hideout uninvited....

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