“SCAFFOLD” на русском языке

Harma and Aarin walked under the wheeled scaffold the dead and the living worked from.

The soldiers on the scaffold pushed Zafir towards the noose.

The men around the scaffold and the cages bolted for the safety of the tunnels.

’ Yet even now the rider-slave walked with her head held high, as proud and haughty as it was possible to be with her face hooded and her arms behind her back and four soldiers practically lifting her off the ground in their hurry to get her to the scaffold.

The scaffold shook.

Liang caught a glimpse of Zafir as the two enchanters on the scaffold threw a shield of golden glass around it, and then the dragon obscured everything.

A scaffold and gallows, just as Mai’Choiro had once ordered.

Flickering fires from the hatchery and the remains of the Vespinese scaffold shot a dark orange glow over the dragon yard stone, pulsing in the ever-present wind whose fingers gripped her and shook her and almost picked her up and blew her away.

Up on the scaffold Mai’Choiro finished his oration.

His huge unblinking eyes were fixed on the scaffold and his mouth hung slightly open, fangs gleaming bare, a soft halo of fire burning around them.

And the Elemental Men – surely, surely, it had crossed the mind of at least someone that Zafir was neither stupid nor likely to go meekly to the scaffold?