"Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman - Love and War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weis Margaret)

time being, the DRAGONLANCER saga with - what else -
a question mark.
"Silver and Steel" is the legend of Huma's final battle
with the Dark Queen. There are many such legends about
the valor of Huma, but this one, written by Kevin Randle, is
a gritty, moving account of war that will not soon be
forgotten.
It is fitting that the book end with "From the Yearning
for War and War's End," Michael Williams's poignant
reminder for us all that war - though sometimes sadly
necessary - is a destroyer of both love and of life.
Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
A Good Knight's Tale
Harold Bakst
In those chaotic years just after the Cataclysm, when
the frightened citizens of Xak Tsaroth were fleeing their
beloved but decimated city, there was among them a certain
half-elf by the name of Aril Witherwind, who, while others
sought only refuge, took to roaming the countryside,
carrying upon his bent back a huge, black tome.
Even without his peculiar burden, which he held by a
leather strap thrown across one shoulder, Aril Witherwind
was, as far as half-elves went, a strange one. Though he was
properly tall and willowy, and he had the fair hair, pale
skin, and blue eyes typical of his kind, he seemed not at all
interested in his appearance and had, indeed, a slovenliness
about him: His shoes were often unbuckled, his shirt hung
out of his pants, and his hair was usually in a tangle. He
often went days without shaving so that fine, blond hairs
covered his jaw like down. In addition to everything else, he
wore thick, metal-rimmed eyeglasses.
All this, though, had a simple enough explanation:
Aril Witherwind was, by his own definition, an academic.
More particularly, he was one of the many itinerant
folklorists who appeared on Krynn just after the Cataclysm.
"The Cataclysm threatens to extinguish our rich past,"
he would explain in his gentle but enthusiastic voice to
whoever gave him a moment of time. "And if peace should
ever again come to Krynn, we will want to know something
of our traditions before everything was destroyed."
"But this is not the time to do it!" often came the curt
response from some fleeing traveler, sometimes with
everything he owned in a wagon or in a dogcart or even
upon his own back, his family often in tow.
"Ah, but this is exactly the time to do it," returned Aril
Witherwind automatically, "before too much is forgotten by
the current sweep of events."
"Well, good luck to you, then!" would as likely be the
answer as the party hurried off to some hopefully safer
comer of Krynn.