Аннотация
a novella
BRANDON SANDERSON
On the three-hundredth anniversary of my birth, I finally managed to conquer the world. The entire world. It had made for a rather memorable birthday present, though admittedly I’d been placed into this world with the intention and expectation that I’d someday rule it.
The next fifty years had put me at risk of boredom. After all, what did a man possibly do with his time after conquering the world?
In my case, I’d developed a nemesis.
“He’s planning something, Shale,” I said, stirring the sugar into my tea.
“Who?” Shale was the only man I knew who could lounge while wearing full plate armor. He hardly ever took the stuff off; it was part of his Concept.
“Who do you think?” I said, sipping the tea and leafing through the letters on my desk, each sealed by a daub of dark red wax. The two of us sat on a large flying stone platform with chairs and railings like a patio...
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