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Автор: Robin Hobb
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780007532124
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      Books 2 and 3 in

      The Tawny Man Trilogy

      The Golden Fool

      Fool’s Fate

      Robin Hobb

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Fool’s Fate

       About the Author

       Also by Robin Hobb

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       MAP

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      The Golden Fool

      Book Two of The Tawny Man

      Robin Hobb

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       FIFTEEN : Quarrel

       SIXTEEN : Fathers

       SEVENTEEN : Explosions

       EIGHTEEN : Pink Sugar Cake

       NINETEEN : Laudwine

       TWENTY : Coterie

       TWENTY-ONE : Convalescence

       TWENTY-TWO : Connections

       TWENTY-THREE : Revelations

       TWENTY-FOUR : Connections

       TWENTY-FIVE : Convocation

       TWENTY-SIX : Negotiations

       TWENTY-SEVEN : Spring Sailing

       Epilogue

       Copyright

       PROLOGUE Losses Sustained

       The loss of a bond beast is a difficult event to explain to the non-Witted. Those who can speak of the death of an animal as ‘It was only a dog’ will never grasp it. Others, more sympathetic, perceive it as the death of a beloved pet. Even those who say, ‘It must be like losing a child, or a wife’ are still seeing only one facet of the toll. To lose the living creature that one has been linked with is more than the loss of a companion or loved one. It was the sudden amputation of half my physical body. My vision was dimmed, my appetite diminished by the insipid flavour of food. My hearing was dulled and

      The manuscript, begun so many years ago, ends in a flurry of blots and angry stabbings from my pen. I can recall the moment at which I realized I had slipped from writing in generalities into my own intimate rendering of pain. There are creases on the scroll where I flung it to the floor and stamped on it. The wonder is that I only kicked it aside rather than committing it to the flames. I do not know who took pity on the wretched