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Название книги: Cat Striking Back
Автор(ы): Shirley Murphy
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cat-Striking-Back-194449.html
Book 15 in the Joe Grey series, 2009
To the memory of WillowShe lives on in the wild clowderIt was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself-to offer violence to its own nature-to do wrong for the wrong’s sake only-that urged me to…consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute…my wonder and my terror were extreme…I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat…I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart…which give direction to the character of man.– Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”
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THE SETTING MOON laid its path across the sea, brightening the white sand and the little village, picking out the angles of its crowded roofs and glancing off the windows of the shops and cottages; moon glow caressed the shaggy pines and cypress trees and pooled dark shadows beneath them along the narrow streets. The only sound, at this predawn hour, was the hush of waves breaking on the shore. But inland, all was silent.
Название книги: Cat Striking Back
Автор(ы): Shirley Murphy
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cat-Striking-Back-194449.html
Book 15 in the Joe Grey series, 2009
To the memory of WillowShe lives on in the wild clowderIt was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself-to offer violence to its own nature-to do wrong for the wrong’s sake only-that urged me to…consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute…my wonder and my terror were extreme…I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat…I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart…which give direction to the character of man.– Edgar Allan Poe, “The Black Cat”
1
THE SETTING MOON laid its path across the sea, brightening the white sand and the little village, picking out the angles of its crowded roofs and glancing off the windows of the shops and cottages; moon glow caressed the shaggy pines and cypress trees and pooled dark shadows beneath them along the narrow streets. The only sound, at this predawn hour, was the hush of waves breaking on the shore. But inland, all was silent.
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