دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دختر مرگ و تیغه آبنوس” – جلد 7

Torrential rain pelted the ground, sending up clouds of white mist that spread through an abandoned village where even time seemed to have ground to a halt. In the cellar of a falling-down chapel in that same village, seated around a timeworn round table, were gathered the members of that unparalleled league of assassins who had since time immemorial plied their trade with darkness as their companion—the Asura. “…and that is what happened. The Deep Folk girl’s powers are nothing short of extraordinary. A monster like that cannot be killed.” Krishna Siren was not exaggerating. The fact that she could no longer walk without the aid of a cane was incontrovertible proof of that. No one had a ready response. Only the flames of the candles on the round table flickered—naught else in the room moved. The sound of the rain is soothing, thought Nefer Quan, who sat diagonally opposite Krishna. He stared absently at the black stain covering the ceiling, listening to the downpour. It was veteran assassin Palacio Jinn who broke the silence. “Two were unsuccessful, but it should be no trouble for four. They say that it was four Asura who defeated Garcia, the mightiest of the Deep Folk. Of course, I doubt she is as strong as Garcia, but consider it a gesture of respect for Krishna, who has to live with this dishonor.” His voice dripped with sarcasm and contempt, but when Krishna only laughed quietly, he added, “You find your sorry plight amusing?” “I do apologize if I gave you the wrong idea. I laughed because you are so wildly off the mark, that is all. Or perhaps age has addled your mind so badly that you did not understand me. People give the name ‘monster’ to that against which human strength cannot prevail. We Asura are no exception. Send two assassins or four, it matters not; you might as well try and put out a wildfire with a glass of water. You never met Garcia, so comparisons only waste our time.”