دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تیغ و حرامزاده” – خاکستر گرم، سیاه چال تاریک – جلد 1

“Mimui woarif! (Let there be light!)” And in the darkness, there was light. The dungeon, hazy in the faint glow, echoed with a single footstep. No, there is never just one footstep. Instead, a crowd of footsteps. Six people moving, each at their own gait, each clad in their own mix of gear, with no consistent uniform. Even so, they never broke formation. These were adventurers. “Hey, Sarah, can’t you use a better spell than that?” The stone stairs stretched onward. A man, irritated by their length, spoke in a voice that sounded like a groan. In the pale-green light, he appeared to be a fighter outfitted in a full coat of mail. As he kept bellyaching, his large helm, which bore an ornamental statuette of a crouching dragon, swayed heavily from side to side. “MILWA fades in no time,” he griped. “What, you want me to cast LOMILWA? I refuse, Sezmar.” The one who answered him was a delicate, beautiful young girl. She wore a breastplate on top of her priest’s robes and had a look of composure on her face. Her long ears—reminiscent of bamboo leaves, and a good match for her charming face and lithe body—swayed as she spoke. “But if you’re fine with me not being able to identify the monsters with LATUMAPIC, or protect you with BAMATU, then I wouldn’t mind casting something stronger.” Sezmar started to say something, gave up, then tried to speak again before ultimately falling into a sullen silence. Upon seeing their leader (who always led the charge into battle) reduced to this mood, one diminutive adventurer in leather armor smiled to himself. Because of his short stature, he could’ve been mistaken for a child, but the smirk on his face was that of a grown man. “You mighty humans sure do have it tough, huh?” the man remarked. “Not being able to see in the dark like we can.”