Din varukorg är tom
Lägger till i varukorgen...

Diablo III

The Order

(Inbunden)

156 kr
Antal

Leveranstid: 5-15 arbetsdagar – Fraktklass A

Bli medlem i CDON+ och köp denna produkt fraktfritt
Deckard Cain made his way across the floor, following the footprints to an alcove in the far wall. Rotted boards clung to supports, the last remains of an ancient library. This had been a ritual chamber, many centuries before, used to summon things from beyond the human world. A portal to the Burning Hells themselves, perhaps. The shelves were empty now. He saw a speck of yellow underneath a splinter of wood and bent to pick up a corner of parchment paper, curled and speckled with mildew. Something moved in the shadows to his right. He whirled, holding the light up. For a moment it appeared as if the shadows themselves were alive, bunching and swirling like ink in water. At the same time, a voice like the distant moan of wind drifted through the empty room and raised the hairs on the back of his neck. ""Deckaaaaarrdddd Caiiinnnn . . ." " Cain felt a strange doubling, a memory of a night many years before, when he was just a boy. A whispered voice calling to him, just like this. He backed away, fumbling in his rucksack with one hand, holding the lighted staff with the other against the darkness. Already he was doubting himself: had it just been the wind moving through the broken remains of the building above him, a trick his mind had played after so long in the sun? The voice came again, a sound like bones scraping together in the grave. ""Your ghosts are many, old man, and they are active." " A grating of metal over rock seemed to come from everywhere at once. Once again a pool of black smoke thickened and then dissipated, only to reassemble somewhere else: a shape carrying a sword, the form of a man, but with eyes that glowed red with the fires of hell. Cain knew what this was, yanked from the depths of his own mind and used against him: the image of the Dark Wanderer himself, conjured up to weaken his resolve. The smoke-shape swirled and shifted, reforming into two indistinct human shapes, one taller and clearly female, one small and delicate. Shock raced through Cain's limbs as an older, familiar memory fought to surface. He closed his eyes against the darkness as the yawning pit of despair opened within him, threatening to pull him in. "You must not listen. "

Fakta

Förlag: Simon & Schuster  Kategori: Skönlitteratur på andra språk, Fantasy 
Leveranstid: 5-15 arbetsdagar  Bandtyp: Inbunden 
ISBN: 9781416550785  Antal sidor: 373 
Språk: Engelska     
Titel: Diablo III  Författare: Nate Kenyon  
Redaktör:   Uppläsare:  
Översättare:   Releasedatum: 2012-05-15 
Upplaga:   ISBN 10:  
Serie:      

Recensioner

Logga in med e-postadress och lösenord.

Tipsa en vän


Bloggat om Diablo III

Fler titlar med Kenyon, Nate

Storm of Light

Nate Kenyon

(Pocket)

 129 kr
Köp

StarCraft Ghost. Phantome

Nate Kenyon

(Pocket)

 99 kr
Köp

Diablo III

Nate Kenyon

(Inbunden)

 169 kr
Köp

Diablo

Nate Kenyon

(Pocket)

 79 kr
Köp

Day One

Nate Kenyon

(Inbunden)

 189 kr
Köp

Alla titlar med Nate Kenyon

50 kr rabatt på ditt nästa köp

Delbetalning

Denna produkt kan delbetalas med följande alternativ:

Kostnadsberäkningen inkluderar ej uppläggnings- och aviavgift.

Välj Delbetalning som alternativ i kassan.

Mer information »

Försäkringsvillkor

Läs fullständiga försäkringsvillkor