City of Dragons. Робин Хобб
Читать онлайн.| Название | City of Dragons |
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| Автор произведения | Робин Хобб |
| Жанр | Героическая фантастика |
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| Издательство | Героическая фантастика |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007290260 |
ROBIN HOBB
City of Dragons
Copyright
This novel is entirely a work of fiction.
The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental
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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2012
Copyright © Robin Hobb 2012
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Source ISBN: 9780007273805
Ebook Edition © April 2012 ISBN: 978000729026 0
Version: 2017-10-06
To the Little Red Hen
Table of Contents
Prologue: Tintaglia and IceFyre
Chapter One: The Duke and The Captive
Chapter Five: A Bingtown Trader
Chapter Six: Marked by the Rain Wilds
Chapter Nine: Return to Cassarick
Chapter Thirteen: Second Thoughts
Chapter Fifteen: Strange Bedfellows
PROLOGUE
Tintaglia and IceFyre
She rode the air currents easily, her legs sleeked tight against her body, her wings spread wide. On the undulating desert sands below, her rippling shadow showed her as a serpentine creature with bat-like wings and a long, finned tail. Tintaglia thrummed deep in her throat, a purr of pleasure in the day. They had hunted at dawn and hunted well. They had made their separate kills, as they always did, and spent the morning in feasting and then sleep. Now, smeared still with the blood and offal of the hunt, the two dragons had another goal in mind.
Ahead and slightly below her, IceFyre was a gleaming black shape. His long body flexed as he shifted his weight to catch and ride the wind. His torso was thicker and heavier than hers, his body longer. Her feather-like scaling glittered a scintillating blue, but he was an even black all over. His long encasement in ice had taken a toll on his body, one that was taking years to heal. His larger wings still had rents in the heavy webbing between the finger ribs. The smaller injuries to his body were long gone, but the tears in his wings would knit more slowly, and the welted scars of their healing would always be visible. Unlike my own azure perfection. Out of the corner of her eyes, Tintaglia admired her glittering wings.
As if he sensed her lack of attention to him, IceFyre banked abruptly and began his circling descent. She knew their destination. Not too far away a rocky ridge erupted above the sand. Stunted trees and grey-green brush populated its jagged edges and rough gullies. Just before the brushy ridge was a hidden oasis, in a wide, sandy basin, surrounded by a scatter of trees. The water rose from the depths of the earth to form a wide, still pool. Even in winter, the depression cupped the day’s warmth. They would spend their early afternoon soaking in the sun-warmed waters of the oasis to cleanse the blood from their hides and then rolling luxuriantly in the rough sand to polish their scales. They knew the spot well. They varied their hunting grounds over a wide range, but every ten days or so, IceFyre led them back here. He claimed it was a place he remembered from his distant youth.
Once, there had been a colony of Elderlings here that had tended the visiting dragons. Of their white stone buildings and carefully nurtured vineyards, nothing remained. The encroaching desert had devoured their settlement, but the oasis remained. Tintaglia would have preferred to fly much