"04 - Sea of Swords - R A Salvatore 1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths Of Darkness)

The Cleric Quintet
Canticle In Sylvan Shadows
Night Masks The Fallen Fortress
The Chaos Curse The Cleric Quintet Collector's Edition

Legacy of the Drow
The Legacy
Starless Night
Siege of Darkness
Passage to Dawn
Legacy of the Drow Collector's Edition

Paths of Darkness
The Silent Blade
The Spine of the World
Servant of the Shard
Sea of Swords


PROLOGUE

he worked his scimitars in smooth, sure circular motions, bringing them through
delicate and deceivнing arcs. When the opportunity presented itself he stepped
ahead and slashed down at a seemingly exposed shoulder with one blade. But the
elf, bald head shining in the sunlight, was faster. The elf dropped a foot back
and raised a long sword in a solid parry, then came forward in a straight rush,
stabbing with a dirk, then stepping ahead again to thrust with the sword.
He danced in perfect harmony with the elf's fluid movements, twirling his twin
scimitars defensively, each rolling down and over to ring against the thrusting
sword. The elf stabbed again, mid-torso, then a third time, aiming low.
Over and down went the scimitars, the classic, double-block-low. Then up those
twin weapons came as the agile, hairless elf tried to kick through the block.
The elf's kick was no more than a feint, and as the scimitars came up, the elf
fell into a crouch and let fly the dagger. It sailed in before he could get the
scimitars down low enough to block, before he could set his feet and dodge
aside.
A perfect throw for disembowelment, the devilish dagger caught him in the belly.

* * * * * * * *

УIt's Deudermont, to be sure,Ф the crewman called, tone growнing frantic. УHe's
caught sight of us again!Ф
УBah, but he's no way to know who we are,Ф another reminded.
УJust put us around the reef and past the jetties,Ф Sheila Kree instructed her
pilot.
Tall and thick, with arms rock-hard from years of hard labor and green eyes that
showed resentment for those years, the redнheaded woman stared angrily at the
pursuit. The three-masted schooner forced a turn from what would certainly have
proven to be a most profitable pillaging of a lightly-armed merchant ship.
УBring us a fog to block their watchin',Ф the nasty pirate added, yelling at