The Complete Legends of the Riftwar Trilogy: Honoured Enemy, Murder in Lamut, Jimmy the Hand. Raymond E. Feist

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Название The Complete Legends of the Riftwar Trilogy: Honoured Enemy, Murder in Lamut, Jimmy the Hand
Автор произведения Raymond E. Feist
Жанр Героическая фантастика
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      RAYMOND E. FEIST

      The Complete Legends of the Riftwar

      Trilogy

       Honoured Enemy Murder in LaMut Jimmy the Hand

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Murder in LaMut

       Jimmy The Hand

       Continue The Adventure …

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Map

      

      RAYMOND E. FEIST & WILLIAM R. FORSTCHEN

      Honoured Enemy

      Book Two of Legends of the Riftwar

      This one’s for Janny Wurts, who showed me that two heads often were far better than one.

      

       Raymond E Feist

      When I think of Honour, Colonel Donald V Bennett, Fox-Green, Omaha Beach, and Sergeant Andy Andrew, Easy Red, Omaha Beach stand before me. When duty called, they served unflinchingly. I am honoured to call them my friends.

      

       William R Forstchen

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Fourteen: Betrayal

       Chapter Fifteen: Flight

       Chapter Sixteen: Confrontation

       Chapter Seventeen: Parting

       Epilogue: Reunion

       Acknowledgements

       Copyright

       • Prologue •

       Intelligence

      THE RAIN HAD STOPPED.

      Lord Brucal, Knight-Marshal of the Armies of the West, entered the command pavilion, snorting like a warhorse and swearing under his breath. ‘Damn weather,’ he finally said. The elderly general, still broad-shouldered and fit, ran a gloved hand back from his forehead, getting the damp hair out of his eyes.

      Borric, Duke of Crydee, and his second-in-command looked at his old friend with a wry smile. Brucal was a steadfast warrior and a reliable ally in the politics of the Kingdom of the Isles, as well as an able field general. But he had a tendency towards vanity, though. Borric knew he was getting irritated by the regal mane of hair now being plastered to his skull.

      ‘Still sick?’ Borric was a striking man of middle years, with more black in his hair and beard than grey. He had on his usual garments