"Dragonlance Tales I - Vol2 - Kender, Gully Dwarves and Gnomes" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

adventures in which a young Raistlin uses his ingenuity to
fight a powerful, evil wizard.
"All right, Tas!" we call. "Will you come out now? We
really MUST be going!"
"Those were truly wonderful stories," yells the kender
shrilly from his hiding place. "But I want to hear more
about Palin and his brothers. You remember. You told me
the story last time about how Raistlin gave Palin his magic
staff. What happens next?"
Settling ourselves down on a sun-warmed, comfortable
boulder, we relate "Wanna Bet?", Palin's very first
adventure as a young mage. And certainly NOT the type of
heroic quest the brothers expected!
Still sitting on the boulder, we are somewhat startled to
be suddenly confronted by a gnome, who thrusts a
manuscript at us. "Here, you! Tell the TRUE story about the
so-called Heroes of the Lance!" the gnome snarls and runs
off. We are truly delighted to present for your enjoyment,
therefore, "Into the Heart of the Story," a "treatise" by
Michael Williams.
"Now, Tas!" we call threateningly.
"Just one more?" he pleads.
"All right, but this is the last!" we add severely. "Dagger-
Flight," by Nick O'Donohoe, is a retelling of the beginning
of DRAGONS OF AUTUMN TWILIGHT as seen from a
weird and deadly viewpoint - that of a sentient dagger!
"Tas, come out now!" we shout. "You promised."
Silence.
"Tas?"
No answer.
Looking at each other, we smile, shrug, and continue on
our way through Krynn. So much for kender promises!

SNOWSONG
Nancy Varian Berberick

Tanis let the hinged lid of the wood bin fall. Its hollow
thud might have been the sound of a tomb's closing. Hope,
cherished for all the long hours of the trek up the mountain,
fell abruptly dead. The wood bin was empty.
A brawling wind shrieked around the gaping walls of the
crude shelter, whirling in through the doorless entry and the
broken roof. The storm had caught Tan-is and his friends
unaware at midday. Far below, in the warmer valleys, the
autumn had not yet withered under winter's icy cloak. But
here in the mountains autumn had suddenly become
nothing more substantial than a memory. Esker was a day
and a half's journey behind them. Haven was a two-day trek
ahead. Their only hope of weathering the storm had been
this shelter, one of the few maintained by the folk of Esker