"Barbara Hambly - A Night with the Girls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hambly Barbara)

it's not in books. It's not even logical. It's just what people do and are, and need to make the
happy."

"Considering what it takes to make some people happy," said Butcher softly, "Brannis
Cornmonger was lucky."

Starhawk sighed. "We all were lucky." She flung the chip of dog bone away into the dea
ash of the pyre. "And Sun Wolf the luckiest of anybody. This is definitely the last time I ope
message addressed to him. Now how about some breakfast before I head out?"


"That's right," the dragon explained to the man in the long brown robe. "If you ask Lilire
she'll tell you that the dragon and its treasure were just gone when she arrived. Unbelievab
really."

The man nodded appreciatively. "Well, you've both done wonders renovating the keep. A
now there's talk of starting a university nearby?"

"Thank you," the dragon said, patting a stray wisp of hair back into the severe bun on the
back of her head. "And yes. The distance knights are willing to travel for treasure seems to
nothing compared to the distance scholars will travel for books."

"So true," the man sighed. "So true."

"At any rate," the dragon continued, "the stacks are in the main hall over there. Copy roo
are upstairs, and we're happy to provide parchment, ink, and quills for a modest fee. Ask m
Lilire if you need help finding something."

The man bowed. "Thank you."

"And please remember," the dragon told him severely, "this is not a lending library. Boo
are never allowed to leave the building under any circumstances." She gave a feral grin alm
too wide for a human mouth. "Violators will be eaten."

"I believe you," the man laughed as he headed for the stacks. "I believe you."

The dragon watched him go with a private smile.