Knight of the Demon Queen. Barbara Hambly
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Название: Knight of the Demon Queen

Автор: Barbara Hambly

Издательство: HarperCollins

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      KNIGHT OF THE DEMON QUEEN

      BOOK THREE OF THE WINTERLANDS QUARTET

      Barbara Hambly

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2000

      Copyright © Barbara Hambly 2000

      Map © Shelly Shapiro

      Cover illustration © Nakonechnyi Jaroslav

      Cover design by Andrew Davis © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Barbara Hambly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008374228

      Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008374235

      Version: 2019-10-14

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Maps

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       About the Author

       Also by Barbara Hambly

       About the Publisher

       Maps

A map of the Realm of the King

       A map of Bel and its environs

       ONE

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      JENNY WAYNEST’S SON Ian took poison on the night of winter’s first snowfall. He was thirteen.

      She was dreaming about the demon when it happened. The demon was called Amayon, beautiful as the night and the morning, and she had dreamed of him every night since fall, when his possession of her had ended. While her soul was imprisoned in a pale green crystal, he had inhabited her flesh and done such things as still made her wake weeping, or screaming, or speaking his name out of a longing so desperate she thought she would die of it.

      In daylight the grief of his loss, and her shame at that grief, occupied her mind against her will, to the exclusion of all other things. Otherwise she would have seen—she hoped she would have seen—the pain and horror growing in her son’s eyes.

      This night there was a part of her that knew where Ian was. In her dream she saw him in the small stone house on Frost Fell—the house that had been her master Caerdinn’s up to the old man’s death. Later Jenny had lived there, until she had gone with Lord John Aversin, Thane of the Winterlands and her lover of ten years, to live at Alyn Hold. Asleep in their bed at the Hold now, she saw their son in the old stone house, saw him descend the stairs from the loft and with a glance, as wizards could, kindle the wood on the hearth.

      He shouldn’t be there, she thought. It was past midnight and the snow had been falling since just before dark. He shouldn’t be there.

      Rest, Amayon’s voice whispered. Sleepy dreams are better than plans and schemes.

      Her consciousness drifted away.

      Ever since the magics of the Demon Queen Aohila had taken Amayon from her, Jenny had tried to decide whether the pain she felt was a memory that СКАЧАТЬ