"Lynn Flewelling - Nightrunners 03 - Traitor's Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Flewelling Lynn)

Thank you all for your support, expertise, and in-flight feedback.

Additional gratitude for the Eagles reuniting just long enough to record theirHell Freezes Over CD. It
got me through some weary days and nights, when "You can check out anytime you like, but you can
never leave" pretty much summed things up. But I got over it.

AFew Remarks from the Author

Ever since the first Nightrunner book came out back in '96, people have been asking if I'm writing a
trilogy. It's an understandable as-sumption, given the genre, so I thought I'd seize this opportunity, here in
the third book, to lay that question to rest once and for all.

This is not a trilogy.

This is not a trilogy.
This is not a trilogy.

And the first person who asks if it's a pentology gets a sterling sil-ver fountain pen straight through the
heart.

Okay, I wouldn't really do that. I love that pen.

I have nothing against trilogies, it just isn't what I've set out to do here. The Nightrunner series is exactly
that: a series of interrelated tales about the lives and adventures of some characters I have a lot of fun
with. There will be more books, as inspiration strikes.

So, do you need to read the opening duology,Luck in the Shad-ows andStalking Darkness, to
understand this book?

Probably not.

Then again, I have two kids to put through college.

Yes, you absolutely need to read the first two books. So do all your friends and relatives.

Traitor's Moon

1

Dark Hopes

The sleet-laden wind buffeted Magyana, whipping wet strands free from the wiz-ard's thick white braid
as she trudged across the churned ground of the battle-field. In the distance, the tents of her queen's
sprawling encampment billowed and creaked along the riverbank, black specters on a dun plain. In the
makeshift corrals, the horses huddled together, their backs to the wind. The unlucky soldiers on sentry
duty did the same, their green tabards the only spots of color against this grim palette.

Magyana pulled her sodden cloak more closely around her. Never in all her three hun-dred and three
years had she felt the cold so keenly. Perhaps faith had kept her warm be-fore, she reflected sadly, faith