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Название: The Daylight War

Автор: Peter Brett V.

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Героическая фантастика

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isbn: 9780007301898

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      THE

      DAYLIGHT

      WAR

      PETER V. BRETT

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       For my parents, John and Dolores, who still read together on the couch at night.

      Contents

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       Title Page

       Dedication

       Map

       Prologue: Inevera

       Chapter 1: Arlen

       Chapter 2: Promise

       Chapter 3: The Oatingers

       Chapter 4: Second Coming

       Chapter 5: Tender Hayes

       Chapter 6: The Earring

       Chapter 7: Training

       Chapter 8: Sharum Do Not Bend

       Chapter 9: Ahmann

       Chapter 10: Kenevah’s Concern

       Chapter 11: Last Meal

       Chapter 12: The Hundred

       Chapter 13: Playing the Crowd

       Chapter 14: The Song of Waning

       Chapter 15: The Paper Women

       Chapter 16: Where Khaffit Cannot Follow

       Chapter 17: Zahven

       Chapter 18: Strained Meeting

       Chapter 19: Spit and Wind

       Chapter 20: A Single Witness

       Chapter 21: Auras

       Chapter 22: New Moon

       Chapter 23: Trap

       Chapter 24: Attrition

       Chapter 25: Lost Circle

       Chapter 26: Sharum’ting

       Chapter 27: Waning

       Chapter 28: Early Harvest

       Chapter 29: Eunuch

       Chapter 30: My True Friend

       Chapter 31: Alive

       Chapter 32: Domin Sharum

       Krasian Dictionary

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       By the Same Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

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      Prologue

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      Inevera and her brother Soli sat in the sunlight. Each held the frame of a basket between their bare feet, nimbly turning it as their fingers worked the weave. This late in the day, there was only a tiny sliver of shade in their small kiosk. Their mother, Manvah, sat there, working her own basket. The pile of tough date palm fronds at the centre of the ring they formed shrank steadily as they worked.

      Inevera was nine years old. Soli was almost twice that, but still young to be wearing the robes of a full dal’Sharum, the black cloth still deep with fresh dye. He had earned them barely a week ago, and sat on a mat to ensure СКАЧАТЬ