"Simon R. Green - Hawk and Fisher 1 - Hawk and Fisher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Simon R)

Hawk was tall, dark, and no longer handsome. He wore a black silk patch over
his right eye, and a series of old scars ran down the right side of his face, showing
pale against the tanned skin. He wore a simple cotton shirt and trousers, but didn't
bother with the black Guardsman's cloak required by regulations. It was too hot
for a cloak, and anyway, he didn't need one to tell people he was a Guard.
Everyone in Haven had heard of Captain Hawk.

He didn't look like much. He was lean and wiry rather than muscular, and he was
beginning to build a stomach. He wore his dark hair at shoulder length, swept
back from his forehead and tied with a silver clasp. He had only just turned thirty,
but already there were a few streaks of grey in his hair. At first glance he looked
like just another bravo, not as young as he once was, perhaps a little past his
prime. But few people stopped at the first glance; there was something about
Hawk, something in his scarred face and single cold eye that gave even the
drunkest hardcase pause. On his right hip Hawk carried a short-handled axe
instead of a sword. He was very good with an axe.

Captain Fisher walked at Hawk's side, echoing his pace and stance with the
naturalness of long companionship. Isobel Fisher was tall, easily six feet in
height, and her long blond hair fell to her waist in a single thick plait. She was in
her mid to late twenties, and handsome rather than beautiful. There was a
rawboned harshness to her face that contrasted strongly with her deep blue eyes
and generous mouth. Like Hawk, she wore a cotton shirt and trousers, and no
cloak. The shirt was half-unbuttoned to show a generous amount of bosom, and
her shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing arms corded with muscle and lined
with old scars. She wore a sword on her hip, and her hand rested comfortably on

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the pommel.

Hawk and Fisher; partners, husband and wife, guardians of the city law. Known,
respected, and mostly feared throughout Haven, even in the lower Northside,
where the very rats went round in pairs for safety. Hawk and Fisher were the best,
and everyone knew it. They were honest and hard-working, a rare combination in
Haven, but more important still, they were dangerous.

Hawk looked about him and scowled slightly. Chandler Lane was deserted, with
not a soul in sight, and that was… unusual. The afternoon was fast turning into
evening, but even so there should have been people out selling and buying and
making a deal. On the lower Northside everything was for sale, if you knew
where to look. But all around, the doors and shutters were firmly closed despite
the stifling heat, and the shadows lay still and undisturbed. It was like looking at
a street under siege. Hawk smiled sourly. If his information was correct, that
might just be the case.

"There's going to be a full moon tonight," said Fisher quietly.