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Название книги: A Fire in the Sun
Автор(ы): George Effinger
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Fire-in-the-Sun-172360.html
My grandfather, George Conrad Effinger, whom I never knew, was a police officer in the city of Cleveland during the Depression. He was killed in the line of duty. This book is dedicated to his memory, growing fainter now each year in the minds of those people who did know him, except for his policeman’s shield, Badge #374, hung with pride in a station house in Cleveland.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian GrayWe’d ridden for many days out the coast highway toward Mauretania, the part of Algeria where I’d been born. In that time, even at its lethargic pace, the broken-down old bus had carried us from the city to some town forsaken by Allah before it even learned what its name was. Centuries come, centuries go: In the Arab world they arrive and depart loaded on the roofs of shuddering, rattling buses that are more trouble to keep in service than the long parades of camels used to be. I reme
Название книги: A Fire in the Sun
Автор(ы): George Effinger
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Fire-in-the-Sun-172360.html
My grandfather, George Conrad Effinger, whom I never knew, was a police officer in the city of Cleveland during the Depression. He was killed in the line of duty. This book is dedicated to his memory, growing fainter now each year in the minds of those people who did know him, except for his policeman’s shield, Badge #374, hung with pride in a station house in Cleveland.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian GrayWe’d ridden for many days out the coast highway toward Mauretania, the part of Algeria where I’d been born. In that time, even at its lethargic pace, the broken-down old bus had carried us from the city to some town forsaken by Allah before it even learned what its name was. Centuries come, centuries go: In the Arab world they arrive and depart loaded on the roofs of shuddering, rattling buses that are more trouble to keep in service than the long parades of camels used to be. I reme
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