"Furey,.Maggie.-.Artifacts.of.Power.3.-.Sword.of.Flame" - читать интересную книгу автора (Furey Maggie)

on in aweЧinto smoking, streaming shreds, as though
they were being ripped apart by the jaws of some mighty
wind. Yet on the ground, where the cavalrymaster stood,
not even the breath of a breeze was stirring. Patches of
high, clear sky began to appear as the cloud cover
thinned and was whisked away. Parric looked up into a
breathtaking blueness such as he had not seen for a long

and dismal age. He let out a low whistle of surprise, and
lingered to watch the clearing sky. The unexpected
beauty of the sight lifted his spirits far higher than any
liquor could have done.
As the last of the vanquished clouds fled the eastern
horizon, the sun burst forth in all its glory, spreading a
blaze of golden warmth like a benison across the world.
Before Parric's disbelieving eyes, the snow that had
locked the land in chains for so long began to melt,
dissolving and shrinking away with uncanny speed. On
the walls of the tower, icicles formed and dripped, and
the nearby thicket was filled with the patter of falling
droplets as boughs and twigs shed their coating of snow.
Within minutes, it seemed, the chill white blanket that
had covered the mountains for so long had vanished
completely, leaving great pools and lakes of standing
water that were already beginning to seep awayЧand a
familiar sound that the cavalrymaster had not heard in
many months: the joyous, rippling song of rushing water
as the icebound streams were freed at last.
This miracle had to be Aurian's work! The untried young
woman who had fled the northern city of Nexis so many
months ago was older and wiser now, and hardened by
sorrow and struggle. And somehowЧParric felt the
certainty deep within his bones, and shuddered in
aweЧshe had managed to find the power to break the
paralyzing spell of winter that the evil Weather-Mage

Eliseth had cast across the world. At long last Aurian had
started to turn the tide of evil wrought by the foes who
were her own kin and blood, and soon would be bringing
the battle home to those who had slain her beloved Forral
and enslaved the free Mortals of Nexis.
Parric was about to rush down into the tower to share the
good news, but there was more to come. Spreading like a
verdant tide across the brown, frost-blasted hillsides
came a haze of varied green as the earth awakened and
the plant life, dormant for so long in corm and seed,
began to stir and stretch. Heather and juniper, grass and
moss and fern, put forth foliage and fronds in an
explosion of new life. In the thicket below the tower new
leaves began to sprout, like tiny banners of celebration,