The reign of Istar (Margaret Weis) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

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Astralas, called into song by the fluted god

Branchala of the leaves, called when I haunted the woods of Silvanost, two thousand and sixty years since the signing of scrolls, since the sheathing of armies.

O when the god called me, the twin moons crossed on the prow of my ship, and the ocean was red on silver, encircling light upon inarticulate light from the settled darkness rushing, awaiting my song.

And O when the god called me, this was my singing, my prophecy compelled in a visitation of wind.