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|BookName=The Seven Lucks of Don Albaro | |||
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|Description=An indisputable appeal of the Bronze Isles novels is that they contain much more adventure than sermons. | |||
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Revision as of 13:45, 9 October 2020
Description
| “ | The Seven Lucks of Don Albaro | „ |
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The bronze spires of the distant towers were made crimson by the last rays of the setting sun. In different circumstances Albaro wouldn't miss a chance to appreciate the view, but he was rather preoccupied at the time. A crossbow bolt whizzed over his head, missing by a mere palm. Lady Luck was on his side for now, but it would be reckless to rely on this cruel, fickle mistress too much...
He spotted an opening and suddenly lunged at the nearby brute clad in embroidered doublet, knocking a rapier out of his hands. Before the weapon touched the ground, Albaro confidently caught it with yet another swift move. Well, perhaps Fortune was indeed favoring him that day...
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Albaro took a quick glance around his surroundings. Suffice to say, the situation was dire - bristling with rapiers, the Hounds were coming at him from every direction, slowly tightening their circle. Could it be that after everything he went through, after that amazing string of luck and coincidences, his life would come to such an ignominious end in some filthy alley? That simply wouldn't do: if they wanted a fight, then he would give them one!
Albaro crossed his swords, easily deflecting a few more strikes, and took a step forward, ready to embrace his fate...
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