Ïîèñê ïî êàòàëîãó ïå÷àòíûõ èçäàíèé

Àííîòàöèÿ: Èíêâèçèòîð Ãëîêòà ïîëó÷àåò íåâûïîëíèìîå çàäàíèå - çàíÿòü ìåñòî ïðîïàâøåãî íàñòàâíèêà â îñàæäåííîé ãóðêàìè Äàãîñêå è íå äîïóñòèòü åå ïàäåíèÿ. Ïåðâûé ìàã Áàéÿç âìåñòå ñ ïðîñëàâëåííûì âîèíîì Ëîãåíîì Äåâÿòèïàëûì, äâîðÿíèíîì Äæåçàëåì äàí Ëóôàðîì è þæàíêîé Ôåððî îòïðàâëÿþòñÿ â âåñüìà îïàñíîå ïóòåøåñòâèå íà êðàé ìèðà. Ïóòü, êîòîðûé ïîëîí ëèøåíèé è íåïðèÿòíûõ ñþðïðèçîâ, íî— ðàäè ÷åãî?  Èíãëèè ïðîäîëæàåòñÿ âîéíà ìåæäó Ñîþçîì è ñàìîçâàíûì êîðîëåì Ñåâåðà Áåòîäîì. Âñå ïðîðî÷èò ïîáåäó Ñîþçó, âåäü âî ãëàâå îáó÷åííîãî âîéñêà ñòîèò îïûòíûé ìàðøàë. Íî ïðîòèâíèê õèòåð, è êòî çíàåò, ÷òî îí óñïåë ïîäãîòîâèòü— Êóäà êà÷íåòñÿ ìàÿòíèê ðîêà? Ñ êåì óäà÷à ñûãðàåò çëóþ øóòêó, à ê êîìó íåîæèäàííî ïîâåðíåòñÿ ëèöîì? Ñóäüáà Ñîþçà îêàçûâàåòñÿ â ðóêàõ ñîâñåì íå òåõ, êòî ýòîãî äîñòîèí.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Êîðîëü óìåð, äà çäðàâñòâóåò êîðîëü! Âûáîðû - âîò íîâàÿ çàáîòà èíêâèçèòîðà Ãëîêòû, à âåðíåå, "äîáû÷à" ãîëîñîâ çà "ïðàâèëüíîãî" êàíäèäàòà. Âîò òîëüêî Ãëîêòó íàìíîãî áîëüøå èíòåðåñóåò ðàññëåäîâàíèå çàêóëèñíûõ èíòðèã, è îí íå ìîæåò âîâðåìÿ îñòàíîâèòüñÿ— Íà Ñåâåðå äåëî èäåò ê ðåøàþùåé ñõâàòêå ìåæäó àðìèåé Ñîþçà è îòðÿäàìè ñàìîçâàíîãî êîðîëÿ Áåòîäà. È èìåííî òåïåðü âîçâðàùàåòñÿ ëåãåíäàðíûé Ëîãåí Äåâÿòèïàëûé, Äåâÿòü Ñìåðòåé, - ÷åëîâåê, êîòîðîãî âñå ñ÷èòàþò ìåðòâûì. Áûâøèé ñîðàòíèê Áåòîäà æàæäåò ñ íèì ðàñêâèòàòüñÿ— Ãðÿäåò ïîñëåäíÿÿ, ðåøàþùàÿ ñõâàòêà, êîòîðàÿ ñíèìåò ïîêðîâû ñ äðåâíèõ òàéí è îáíàæèò ïðàâäó! Ñóäüáà Ñîþçà ðåøèòñÿ ðàç è íàâñåãäà—

Àííîòàöèÿ: Òüìà ñãóùàåòñÿ íàä ãîñóäàðñòâàìè Ñðåäèííûõ çåìåëü— Ñ Ñåâåðà óãðîæàåò âîéíîé ñàìîçâàíûé êîðîëü Áåòîä è ñîâåðøàþò îïóñòîøèòåëüíûå íàáåãè ñòðàøíûå ïëîñêîãîëîâûå òâàðè øàíêà. Òåìíûå ïðàâèòåëè Þãà, íàäåëåííûå êîëäîâñêîé ñèëîé, òîëüêî è æäóò, ÷òîáû íàáðîñèòüñÿ íà ñîñåäåé. À â ñàìîì ñåðäöå Ñîþçà, åãî ñòîëèöå Àäóå, ÷åðíîé ÿçâîé çðååò èçìåíà. Êòî ñïîñîáåí îñâîáîäèòü Ñðåäèííûå çåìëè îò ñòÿãèâàþùåéñÿ ïåòëè? Âåðõîâíûé ìàã Ñîþçà Áàéÿç ïðèçûâàåò ñàìûõ ñèëüíûõ è îòâàæíûõ, ÷òîáû îíè ãðóäüþ âñòàëè íà çàùèòó ðîäèíû. È ïåðâûì íà åãî çîâ îòêëèêàåòñÿ ëåãåíäàðíûé âîèí Ëîãåí Äåâÿòèïàëûé ïî ïðîçâèùó Äåâÿòü Ñìåðòåé...

Àííîòàöèÿ: They burned her home.They stole her brother and sister.But vengeance is following.Shy South hoped to bury her bloody past and ride away smiling, but she'll have to sharpen up some bad old ways to get her family back, and she's not a woman to flinch from what needs doing. She sets off in pursuit with only a pair of oxen and her cowardly old step father Lamb for company. But it turns out Lamb's buried a bloody past of his own. And out in the lawless Far Country the past never stays buried.Their journey will take them across the barren plains to a frontier town gripped by gold fever, through feud, duel and massacre, high into the unmapped mountains to a reckoning with the Ghosts. Even worse, it will force them into alliance with Nicomo Cosca, infamous soldier of fortune, and his feckless lawyer Temple, two men no one should ever have to trust—

Àííîòàöèÿ: 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 been given and the armies are toiling through the northern mud. Thousands of men are converging on a forgotten ring of stones, on a worthless hill, in an unimportant valley, and they—ve brought a lot of sharpened metal with them.Bremer dan Gorst, disgraced master swordsman, ...

Àííîòàöèÿ: Before They Are Hanged—Heinrich HeineSuperior Glokta has a problem. How do you defend a city surrounded by enemies and riddled with traitors, when your allies can by no means be trusted, and your predecessor vanished without a trace? It—s enough to make a torturer want to run — if he could even walk without a stick.Northmen have spilled over the border of Angland and are spreading fire and death across the frozen country. Crown Prince Ladisla is poised to drive them back and win undying glory. There is only one problem — ..

Àííîòàöèÿ: Springtime in Styria. And that means war. There have been nineteen years of blood. The ruthless Grand Duke Orso is locked in a vicious struggle with the squabbling League of Eight, and between them they have bled the land white. While armies march, heads roll and cities burn, behind the scenes bankers, priests and older, darker powers play a deadly game to choose who will be king. War may be hell but for Monza Murcatto, the Snake of Talins, the most feared and famous mercenary in Duke Orso's employ, it's a damn good way of making money too. Her victories have made her popular - a shade too popular for her employer's taste. Betrayed, thrown down a mountain and left for dead, Murcatto's reward is a broken body and a burning hunger for vengeance. Whatever the cost, seven men must die. Her allies include Styria's least reliable drunkard, Styria's most treacherous poisoner, a mass-murderer obsessed with numbers and a Northman who just wants to do the right thing. Her enemies number the better half of the nation. And that's all before the most dangerous man in the world is dispatched to hunt her down and finish the job Duke Orso started... Springtime in Styria. And that means revenge