Kitobdan sitatalar «Глаза дракона»

To the likes of Beson, Anders Peyna was more frightening than a whole marching regiment of Kings, anyway. A King was a distant sort of being, bright and mysterious, like the sun. It didn't matter if the sun went behind the clouds and froze you, or came out hot and white to bake you alive - either way you only accepted, because what the sun did was far beyond the ability of mortal creatures to undersatnd or to change.Peyna was a more earthly being. The sort of being Beson could underdstand... and fear. Peyna with his narrow face and his ice-blue eyes, Peyna with his high-collared judge's robes, Peyna who decided who would live and who whould go under the headsman's axe.