Аннотация
Frostfell
Mark Sehestedt
CHAPTER ONE
The Year of Lightning Storms (1374 DR) The woods north of the Lake of Mists in the lands of the Khassidi Dim dusklight bled from the boughs, and Amira ran through a cloud.
The mists grew thicker with each step, dampening her skin and hair. It could mean only one thing: They were nearing the lake. "Run, Jalan!
Don't look back!" Amira ran behind her son, and she had to strain to keep up with him. Over their pounding feet and her heavy breathing, she could hear the men behind them, and they sounded as if they were getting closer. She didn't know if Walloch had brought the hounds. The slaver sliced the vocal cords of his hounds so that they could never bark above a hoarse whisper. Not that he'd really need the dogs. She had no idea where she was going. She and Jalan were running blind.
They didn't know this land, and their enemies did. Jalan stumbled, almost falling. Amira pulled him to his feet and urged him forwa...
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