"Robert Stanek - Ruin Mist 01 - Keeper Martin's Tale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stanek Robert)

ISBN 1-57545-042-9


Also by Robert Stanek
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Preface
In 15 BD, the Watcher, Xith, is recorded as saying that "History belongs to the
teller and is only as reliable as the teller's recollection of it." This is the truth of the
matter, and why Keeper Martin, head of the lore keepers, chose to pen his own
version of the histories of Ruin Mist before and after the return of Dalphan the
Wanderer. Through keeper Martin's gathering of history from various individuals, the
story of Ruin Mist is retold in these pages. Keeper Martin would like you to think
that his version of the history is the only truthful and correct account but then again,
history belongs to the teller and is only as reliable as the teller's recollection of it.

Chapter One: Those Destined
Sunrise loomed across the horizon, pale as jasmine and mostly obscured by dark,
feral clouds. The early morning air held an unusual chill and Adrina gathered her light
shawl more closely as she stepped out onto the catwalk atop the wall. A stout breeze
blew long strands of hair across her face. The hair, black as the receding night,
flowed to her waist and while it was normally braided and folded over her left
shoulder, it wasn't now.
Summer must surely be at an end, Adrina surmised, for the breeze came from the
North and not from the West Deep.
Adrina walked to a place where the wall jutted out and cut its way into High
King's Square. Behind her the palace parade grounds were empty and silent, as was