Книги #translation

If you think elven princes do nothing but sip nectar from golden goblets, you clearly haven't met Melaros. Real elves rise at four in the morning, brew their own damn fine coffee to the synth-pop beats of Depeche Mode, and head out to swallow dust at the end-of-season rally. A student partner with a beautiful but impossibly long name, monotonous timecard duty, and everyone else’s tall tales about race cars diving into roadside ponds just to douse a burning engine—that is the whole glamour of a marshal’s life in the service park. Yet, proper rally marshals will always find a way to work their 'piston magic'—and turn a routine drive home into a high-speed special stage.