“GOLDEN” на польській мові

прикметник

złoty

golden gold

дієслово

zazłocić

gild golden

The last mile of Golden Lane held out, for now.

Allian’s forest of cranes had reached the southern end of Golden Lane, having already reshaped Far Reach Road, the way that had continued Golden Lane into the centre.

Dylan had plans that would take him overseas, then back to the Golden State.

The modalmen withdrew, heading back to their fires and the cooking pots where they butchered their screaming human victims and the slaughtered Golden Rings.

Another modalman stepped into the path of his would-be devourer, halting Golden Rings.

Golden Rings was only slightly smaller than Brauctha.

Where Golden Lane met Far Reach Road, the road had kinked around Wicker Square, a hamlet swallowed not a hundred years since when the growing capital ate up the last of the farmlands within the outer walls.

Golden Rings nodded, and mumbled, but as he grabbed Tuvacs’ bicep in his upper right arm to take him back to his prison, his face became savage, and he reached behind himself with his lower right arm, using Tuvacs’ body to shield his grasping of a long, bone handled danger worn flat across his back.

This was because Golden Lane had yet to be redeveloped by Per Allian as part of the rebuilding of the city, though that was on its way, and so the poor flocked there.

She couldn’t see the fabled Golden Quintarch at all.

They had come to Golden Lane from all over the city.