（外文电子版资料）Martin, George R.R. - The Lonely Songs of Laren Dorr.pdf

TheLonelySongsofLarenDorr THE LONELY SONGS OF LAREN DORR file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/George%20RR%20Martin%20-%20The%20Lonely%20Songs%20of%20Laren%20Dorr.htm (1 of 18)17-2-2006 3:25:54 TheLonelySongsofLarenDorr c George R.R. Martin file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/George%20RR%20Martin%20-%20The%20Lonely%20Songs%20of%20Laren%20Dorr.htm (2 of 18)17-2-2006 3:25:54 TheLonelySongsofLarenDorr A DF Books NERDs Release file:///J|/sci-fi/Nieuwe%20map/George%20RR%20Martin%20-%20The%20Lonely%20Songs%20of%20Laren%20Dorr.htm (3 of 18)17-2-2006 3:25:54 TheLonelySongsofLarenDorr There is a girl who goes between the worlds. She is grey-eyed and pale of skin, or so the story goes, and her hair is a coal-black waterfall with half- seen hints of red. She wears about her brow a circlet of burnished metal, a dark crown that holds her hair in place and sometimes puts shadows in her eyes. Her name is Sharra; she knows the gates. The beginning of her story is lost to us, with the memory of the world from which she sprang. The end? The end is not yet, and when it comes we shall not know it. We have only the middle, or rather a piece of that middle, the smallest part of the legend, a mere fragment of the quest. A small tale within the greater, of one world where Sharra paused, and of the lonely singer Laren Dorr and how they briefly touched. * * * * One moment there was only the valley, caught in twilight. The setting sun hung fat and violet on the ridge above, and its rays slanted down silently into a dense forest whose trees had shiny black trunks and colorless ghostly leaves. The only sounds were the cries of the mourning-birds coming out for the night, and the swift rush of water in the rocky stream that cut the woods. Then, through a gate unseen, Sharra came tired and b