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He scooped her up, shielding her from the spray of the mountain spring, and began the long climb back toward the light. Above him, the red banners of the Sixth Company fluttered against the darkening sky. The mountains were cruel, and the spirits were old, but the Guard was still there. And as long as the Guard stood, the Empire had a heart.

Kenneth moved with the practiced grace of a man who had spent a decade fighting on uneven ground. He ducked under the swipe of a claw that would have opened his chest and drove his blade upward. The steel, etched with protective runes by the Company’s healer, bit deep. [Filetracker.PL] Robert M. Wegner - OpowieЕ›ci z...

As Kenneth moved toward her, he felt a sudden, sickening pressure in the back of his skull. The air turned foul—the smell of wet fur and ancient, stagnant water. He scooped her up, shielding her from the

"Meekhan’s a long way away, Lieutenant," Varit spit, though he was already checking the iron spikes in his boots. "Up here, there's only the cold and whatever spirits are screaming in the wind." And as long as the Guard stood, the Empire had a heart

A shadow detached itself from the mist. It was thin, far too long in the limbs, with fingers that ended in hooks of bone. It wasn't a beast, but a hunger —a remnant of the old wars that still haunted the deep places. It hissed, a sound like dry leaves skittering over a tombstone.