Аннотация
Dave Duncan
The Alchemist s Code
PROLOGUE
I hate prologues. When I go to a theater I want action, dialogue, dancing, singing. I resent some long-winded actor coming out to lecture me at length on what the play is about or how great the performance is going to be. In real life, prologues are more interesting but rarely recognizable. This was like that-at the time I did not realize I was in a prologue, but it is relevant to the story and I promise to keep it brief.
“Saints preserve us! Alfeo Zeno!”
That was how it began.
The time: early on a September evening, sweltering hot. The place: a narrow calle, packed solid with people emerging from a doorway to spill off in both directions. And me, squashed back against a wall. All that endless, baking summer I had been saving my tips so I could take Violetta to the theater when she returned from the mainland, and the afternoon had been a great success. I had every hope that the evening would be even more s...
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