They say Black Dow's killed more men than winter, and clawed his way to the throne of the North up a hill of skulls. The King of the Union, ever a jealous neighbour, is not about to stand smiling by while he claws his way any higher. The orders have...





![Пожиратели лотоса (три новеллы о главном) [СИ]](https://www.rulit.me/kotha/images/nocover.jpg)



