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Название книги: Bad Men
Автор(ы): John Connolly
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bad-Men-155759.html
Prologue
…they are not towers but giants. They stand in the well from the navel down; and stationed round its bank they mount guard on the final pit of Hell.– Dante Alighieri, Inferno, canto 31Moloch dreams.In the darkness of a Virginia prison cell, he stirs like an old demon goaded by memories of its lost humanity. The dream presses upon him once more, the First Dream, for in it lies his beginning, and his end.In the dream, he is standing on the verge of a dense forest and a smell clings to his clothing, the scent of animal fat and saltwater. There is a weight at his right hand, a musket, its rough leather strap hanging almost to the ground. On his belt there is a knife, and a powder horn, and a bag of shot. The crossing was difficult, for the sea was wild and the waves broke upon them with the force of a great hand. They lost a man on the journey to the island, drowned when one of the bark canoes capsized, and a pair of muskets and a leather bag filled with powder and shot descended with him beneath the waves. They cannot af
Название книги: Bad Men
Автор(ы): John Connolly
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bad-Men-155759.html
Prologue
…they are not towers but giants. They stand in the well from the navel down; and stationed round its bank they mount guard on the final pit of Hell.– Dante Alighieri, Inferno, canto 31Moloch dreams.In the darkness of a Virginia prison cell, he stirs like an old demon goaded by memories of its lost humanity. The dream presses upon him once more, the First Dream, for in it lies his beginning, and his end.In the dream, he is standing on the verge of a dense forest and a smell clings to his clothing, the scent of animal fat and saltwater. There is a weight at his right hand, a musket, its rough leather strap hanging almost to the ground. On his belt there is a knife, and a powder horn, and a bag of shot. The crossing was difficult, for the sea was wild and the waves broke upon them with the force of a great hand. They lost a man on the journey to the island, drowned when one of the bark canoes capsized, and a pair of muskets and a leather bag filled with powder and shot descended with him beneath the waves. They cannot af
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