Strangest of all was the... «Kings of the Wyld»
RamingoWS27 августа 2018Strangest of all was the utter absence of fear. He`d been very afraid this morning. Afraid the wizard`s plan wouldn`t work, that the dragon would kill them. Afraid of going through the Threshold and coming back empty-handed. The Heartwyld Horde, in all its abominable might, had been the scariest thing he`d ever seen — aside, perhaps, from the look on Ginny`s face when she hit her head on a cupboard door he`d left open by accident. But now... all Clay felt was a sense of profound certainty, as if things — dire though they seemed — were exactly as they should be. He was among friends, shoulder to shoulder with his bandmates, who just so happened to be the four best men he`d ever had the privelege of knowing. As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way. So no — he wasn`t afraid. He was, in fact, grinning from ear to ear, basking in the music of the men around him, listening with bittersweet sorrow as the end drew near.
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