"Dragonlance Dragons, Vol. 3 - The Dragons of Chaos" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

party had just entered the village. Clamor smirked as she imagined their
amazement at finding their homes╤
A knight must not engage in combat with an unarmed opponent.
╤nothing more than smoldering wrecks.
One of the hairy creatures looked up and pointed his club at her. The other
ogres cowered, looking small standing among the ruins and the dead. "Poor
creatures!" she mocked aloud, then shot into the cool whiteness of the clouds.
Poor Clamor!
The dragon winced sharply at a sudden pain in her right leg. The limb╤blackened,
withered, and dripping with green ichor╤dangled limply beneath her. She cursed
the ogres far below, knowing that her stop in Blode had aggravated the wound.
The pain jerked Clamor's thoughts back to the battle in which she had earned her
injury. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her skin grew hot despite the cool
southern winds as she recalled the moment she had tried so hard to block from
her memory. It seemed like yesterday╤no, it was yesterday.

*****

Clamor was fiercely proud. She and Jerne had received the rare honor of flying
second to the valiant knight Steel Brightblade, who was astride Flare. Their
wing had departed from the ruins of the High Clerist's Tower to make its way
into the newly formed rift in the Turbidus Ocean. Down, down, down they flew,
until Clamor was certain they would come out on the other side of the world at
any moment. Finally, they emerged in the Abyss and beheld their foes.
Although few things frightened the great blue, the sight of the giant called
Chaos sent waves of terror rippling through her body. The enormous, brutal
figure roared like an erupting volcano, laughing at those who had come to battle
him. His ugly visage was enough to make even a dragon hesitate in the attack,
and his size dwarfed even the mightiest of the reds. But worst of all were the
eyes, Clamor thought. Those lidless holes in his face seemed to suck everything
they beheld into their vast nothingness. She believed those horrible dark
whirlpools could capture her very soul.
Swooping all about him were fire dragons, terrible minions of Chaos. These
creatures of living magma breathed reeking, burning sulphur at their foes as
sparks flew from their obsidian scales and fiery wings to singe the flesh of
dragon and man.
Steel ordered his knights to attack the riders of these foul creatures, the
daemon warriors. Clamor and Jerne, a practiced team from many years of training
together and countless battles during that summer's invasion, launched
themselves at their foes with a fury echoed by the other blues, as well as the
silvers who accompanied them into battle with Solamnic Knights. This was a fight
for all the children of Krynn, the dragon knew.
In the oppressive heat of the Abyss, the battle raged on. The shrieks of the
attacking dragons mixed with the death cries of the fallen. Clamor and her
knight had already destroyed several of the nightmarish daemon warriors when it
happened.
Jerne raised his sword, which had been blessed by Her Dark Majesty on the day of
his knighting, and urged Clamor to move in just a little closer to the enemy.
Though nearly exhausted after her efforts in this endless battle, Clamor gamely
acceded. The daemon warrior grinned ferociously at them as its fire dragon mount