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Название книги: Demon Bound
Автор(ы): Caitlin Kittredge
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Demon-Bound-165798.html
PART I Clockwork
Listen to the army march across my coffin lidFire in the east and sunrise in the westI’m just a dead man, walking with the rest—The Poor Dead Bastards,“Dead Man Marching”
Chapter One
A crow sat on the dead branch of the dead tree that watched over two gravestones in the corner of Brompton Cemetery. It watched Jack Winter with its black eyes like beads, and he watched the crow in turn, with eyes that most people called ice, but that he called simply blue.Jack drew a Parliament out of the air and touched his finger to the tip. He sucked a lungful of smoke and blew it at the crow, which flapped its wings and snapped its beak in irritation. “Fuck off, then,” Jack told it. “Not like I want you hanging about.”“Leave that bird alone,” said his companion. “If the map I got from tourist information is right, the graves are close by here.” Her circular ramble through the headstones came to a stop next to Jack. “Oh. You found them.”“Mary and Stuart Poole,” Jack said, flicking his fag at Mary’s headstone. “W
Название книги: Demon Bound
Автор(ы): Caitlin Kittredge
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Demon-Bound-165798.html
PART I Clockwork
Listen to the army march across my coffin lidFire in the east and sunrise in the westI’m just a dead man, walking with the rest—The Poor Dead Bastards,“Dead Man Marching”
Chapter One
A crow sat on the dead branch of the dead tree that watched over two gravestones in the corner of Brompton Cemetery. It watched Jack Winter with its black eyes like beads, and he watched the crow in turn, with eyes that most people called ice, but that he called simply blue.Jack drew a Parliament out of the air and touched his finger to the tip. He sucked a lungful of smoke and blew it at the crow, which flapped its wings and snapped its beak in irritation. “Fuck off, then,” Jack told it. “Not like I want you hanging about.”“Leave that bird alone,” said his companion. “If the map I got from tourist information is right, the graves are close by here.” Her circular ramble through the headstones came to a stop next to Jack. “Oh. You found them.”“Mary and Stuart Poole,” Jack said, flicking his fag at Mary’s headstone. “W
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