"K. D. Wentworth - Hallah Iron-Thighs and the Five Unseemly Sorrows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

"They were torturing me!" it said.



"But, then, what are all these chains for?" I asked.



"They're left over from the cave's last tenant, my maternal aunt," the dragon said. "In her day, they were
the latest in dragon chic, but now that clanky stuff is so passe. I'm trying for nice clean lines, you know, a
much more modern look."



"No!" the young man cried, rushing forward to throw himself on his knees. "Don't make us go back! You
don't know what it's like down there! This is Unseemly and that and that! Nothing I do is right and they
keep making me memorize lists of rules. Nobody in all of Findlebrot knows how to have fun! Would you
believeтАФ" He lowered his voice. "They don't even play Hide-the-Thimble there? The princess looked
positively shocked when I suggested we retire to her bedroom to get acquainted. Everyone is so proper
and serious andтАФ"



I turned to Gerta. "He does have a point."



Firelight glinted off her blonde braids as she nodded.



"And you?" I gestured to the second figure with Esmeralda. "Back there in the shadows. Come out
where I can see you."



A second young man shuffled forward, shorter than the first, as fair as the other was brown, and owner
of the exquisite cheekbones which Merrydot had mentioned. He was swathed in chains and very little
else.



"Nice outfit," Gerta said.



He blushed. "My father made me come to Findlebrot," he said petulantly. "I didn't want to. Everyone