Аннотация
Victor Milan
War in Tethyr
(Забытые королевства:Nobles – 2)
Victor Milan
Prologue
Night Wings
She sleeps, and as so often, dreams of flight.
First comes the unfolding. She seems to open outward from herself, like a piece of paper folded to a small packet, expanding, becoming greater, becoming other, in a way she cannot comprehend.
A moment poised between exaltation and uncertainty, and then she flies, rising into a sky full of stars, her wingbeats sure as a swimmer's strokes. High, and higher she rises, until the narrow grimy streets and al-leys, the city itself, are no more than shabby toys beneath her. Beyond its walls stretches the level countryside, black and silver and soft in starlight.
She soars above neat peasant cots, their fields and or-chards laid out with mathematical precision like symbols on a wizard's scroll. Over stream and keep and sleeping herd she passes, high and silent and unseen.
She knows two feelings...
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