The Crochans
Darrow hissed, “Then why has your master sent you to speak with
us?”
Asterin laughed again.
“We have no master,” Manon Blackbeak said, and it was indeed a
queen’s voice that she spoke with, her golden eyes bright. “We come to
honor a friend.”
There was no sign of Dorian amongst the Thirteen, but Aedion was
reeling enough that he didn’t have the words to ask.
“We came,” Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could
hear, “to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what
she promised us.”
Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?”
Manon smiled then. “A better world.”
Darrow took a step back. As if disbelieving what stood before him, in
defiance of the legion that swept toward their city.
Manon only looked to Aedion, that smile lingering. “Long ago, the
Crochans fought beside Terrasen, to honor the great debt we owed the
Fae King Brannon for granting us a homeland. For centuries, we were
your closest allies and friends.” That crown of stars blazed bright upon
her head. “We heard your call for aid.” Lysandra began weeping. “And
we have come to answer it.”
“How many,” Aedion breathed, scanning the skies, the mountains.
“How many?”
Pride and awe filled the Witch-Queen’s face, and even her golden
eyes were lined with silver as she pointed toward the Staghorns. “See for
yourself.”
And then, breaking from between the peaks, they appeared.
Red cloaks flowing on the wind, they filled the northern skies. So
many he could not count them, nor the swords and bows and weapons
they bore upon their backs, their brooms flying straight and unwavering.
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Romantizme ve romantizmin idealizmine , ferdiyetçiliğine karşı koyma , “sanat sanat içindir ” görüşünü yerine “sanat faydalı olmalıdır” fikrini benimseme , realizim gibi toplumsal çevreyi , geçmişi inceleme anlayışını bir yana bırakıp çağdaş yaşamı ve toplumun gerçeklerini doğru ve tam olarak verme ve bir tür belgesel roman meydana getirme gibi ilkeler üzerine kurulur .
Artem quaevis alit terra.
Elinde sanatı olan adam hiçbir yerde aç kalmaz.
Erasmus, Adagia, 1.7.33
Sayfa 49
"deyirlər,qızıl ilanın yeddi qardaşı olur,birini öldürəndə o biriləri qardaşlarının intiqamını alıt,"- deyə xeyalındam keçirdi.
