Аннотация
Cassandra Rose Clarke
THE PIRATE’S WISH
CHAPTER ONE
“Do you feel that?” Naji asked.
“I feel cold.” I rubbed my arms over the worn-down fabric of my coat sleeves. Me and Naji’d been stranded on the Isles of the Sky for longer than I could keep track, thanks to him throwing the Ayel’s Revenge off course while we were headed to Qilar, and the weather did a number on my clothes. I planned to march down to the Wizard Eirnin’s house to see about getting some new things later today.
“You’re always cold.” Naji leaned forward and squinted out at the sea, his features twisting from the rough scars lining the left side of his face. We were sitting outside the shack the two of us shared, knotting bundles of pine needles to re-thatch the roof. “No, this is… something’s on the air. Something disruptive.”
“Disruptive?” I tossed my bundle of pine needles on the sand. “The hell does that mean?”
“Are you still wearing your protection ...
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