The Horn on the Ridge

ဤစာအုပ်ထဲတွင်

လိုက်ဖတ်ရန် သို့မဟုတ် အသံထွက်ဖတ်ရန် စာမျက်နှာတစ်ခုစီ၏ စာသားများ ဖြစ်ပါသည်။

1. စာမျက်နှာ 1

   The horn split the afternoon like a crack in ice. Mira was mucking out the scale-warm caves, and by the time she reached the square a Highcrag rider lay sprawled in the snow, his beard white with frost.

   "Our hearth-fire is dead," he gasped. "The eggs... they'll freeze before dark."

   The elders looked at the sky. Black cloud boiled over the ridge, and the grown dragons would be torn apart in that wind. Nobody moved.

2. စာမျက်နှာ 2

   Mira did. She lifted the ember-lantern from its hook, its coal pulsing orange behind the iron grille, and strapped it to Wren's saddle. Wren was barely two winters old, small enough to slip beneath the gusts. Her mother shouted something. Mira pretended the wind had stolen it.

   They flew so low through the pass that Wren's claws scraped the drifts. Once the lantern swung so hard she had to clutch it to her chest.

စာအုပ်၏ ကျန်အပိုင်းကို အကောင့်ဖြင့် အခမဲ့ ဖတ်ရှုနိုင်ပါသည်။ အခမဲ့အကောင့် အသစ်ပြုလုပ်ပါ