Аннотация
Hand of Fire
Ed Greenwood
venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus
vera incessu patuit dea
"We're no strangers to pain, we who play with fire.
Masters of fire or great archmages alike
Sooner or later, we all get burned."
- The Simbul, Witch-Queen of AglarondPrologue
The breeze was blowing strong ashore this night, bringing wafts of the salty seacoast tang of dead things with it-and bringing the stink of the harbor to better wards of Waterdeep.
Both of the men in the many-shadowed upstairs room over The Laughing Lass festhall were used to the smells; they hadn't bothered to light the perfumed oil lamp that sat on the table between them-nor called for ale or soft and affectionate ladies to serve it to them, for that matter.
The sensuous, coiling music of the dancers made a muted throbbing beneath their boots on the bare board floor, punctuated by occasional high-pitched cries and peals of laughter-but neither man had a moment ...
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