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Забавна и интригуваща тема по въпроса в друг форум: http://www.sffworld.com/forums/showthre ... ght=stanekSunrise loomed across the horizon, pale as a jasmine and mostly obscured by dark, feral clouds. The early morning air held an unusual chill and Adrina gathered her light shawl more closely as she stepped out onto the catwalk atop the wall. A stout breeze blew long strands of hair across her face. The hair, black as the receding night, flowed to her waist and while it was normally braided and folded over her left shoulder, it wasn't now.
Summer must surely be at an end, Adrina surmised, for the breeze came from the North and not from the direction of the West Deep.
Adrina walked to a place where the wall jutted out and cut its way into High King's Square. Behind her the palace parade grounds were empty and silent, as was the square before her. The silence seemed a shroud over the whole of Imtal clear to the Braddabaggon. Many stories below, the city's residents would soon awake. The square would fill with sounds as merchants began to unpack their wares. Palace guardsmen would muster for breakfast. City and palace would stir to life.
Yet Adrina preferred the empty moments just before all this happened, for the silence echoed the aching of her heart. She pressed her chin into the palm of her hand, her elbow glued to the stone framework of the wall. She sighed mournfully. The palace was truly dead, all real life having long since been gnawed away.
She could have passed the day dreaming about things beyond the gray stone edifice, the cold palace wall, with its portcullis tucked cleanly out of view. She had sauntered through many a day thus, envisioning magnificent journeys to the four corners of the land.
Great Kingdom had many holdings. High Province in the north—the far, far North—where amidst mountains of ice and stone the rivers boiled and filled the air with blankets of fog. South, beyond a forest of great white trees called giant birch, lay South Province with its capital city enveloped by the majestic Quashan' valley. East through the Kingdom along the East-West road were the Territories, divided east and west. The untamed Eastern Territories were awaiting discovery. The Western Territories held but two Kingdom outposts: Zashchita and Krepost'. Traders claimed the walled city of Zashchita was carved from the very trees of the forest and its building lifted so far into the heavens that they were lost in the clouds. Beyond Zashchita lay Krepost' and her ferryman who took travelers across River Krepost' so they could begin the climb into the mountain city and where afterward the gatekeeper may or may not chase them over the cliffs into Statter's Bay and to their death! s
Freddy Krueger wrote:Значи аз като фен на Робърт Станек бих искал да отговоря на гореупоменатите критики към автора, като предварително се извинявам, че пиша във форума.
И аз съм на това мнение. И не само Джордан, много от хартиено издаваните автори са на това ниво, че и по-зле. (поне доколкото успях да разбера за стила на Станек от дадения цитат)Moridin wrote:Е, стандартна боzица, не е толкова зле, и Джордан е на същия хал :Р
Morgana wrote:Freddy Krueger wrote:Значи аз като фен на Робърт Станек бих искал да отговоря на гореупоменатите критики към автора, като предварително се извинявам, че пиша във форума.
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