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Название книги: Designated targets
Автор(ы): John Bigmingham
Жанр: Альтернативная история
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Designated-targets-157566.html
1TUPELO, MISSISSIPPI
Lordy, thought the boy. It's a miracle for sure.He was seven and a half years old-the man of the house, really, what with his daddy being away in Como, and he had never seen anything like the fearful wonder of the newly chiseled monument.
HERE LIES JESSE GARON PRESLEY.DEEPLY BELOVED OF HIS MOTHER GLADYS, FATHER VERNON,AND BROTHER ELVIS.A SOUL SO PURE, THE GOOD LORD COULD NOT BEARTO BE APART FROM HIM.BORN JAN. 8, 1935,TAKEN UNTO GOD JAN. 8, 1935.Despite the unseasonable heat of the evening, gooseflesh ran up his thin arms as he read the words again. Whippoorwills and crickets trilled their amazement in the sweet, warm air. With a pounding heart, the boy inched forward and muttered hoarsely, "Jesse, are you here?"The stone was cut from blindingly white marble that fairly glowed in the setting sun. The inscription had been inlaid with real gold-he was almost certain of that. He ran his fingers over the words and the cold, hard stone, as if afraid to discover that they we
Название книги: Designated targets
Автор(ы): John Bigmingham
Жанр: Альтернативная история
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Designated-targets-157566.html
1TUPELO, MISSISSIPPI
Lordy, thought the boy. It's a miracle for sure.He was seven and a half years old-the man of the house, really, what with his daddy being away in Como, and he had never seen anything like the fearful wonder of the newly chiseled monument.
HERE LIES JESSE GARON PRESLEY.DEEPLY BELOVED OF HIS MOTHER GLADYS, FATHER VERNON,AND BROTHER ELVIS.A SOUL SO PURE, THE GOOD LORD COULD NOT BEARTO BE APART FROM HIM.BORN JAN. 8, 1935,TAKEN UNTO GOD JAN. 8, 1935.Despite the unseasonable heat of the evening, gooseflesh ran up his thin arms as he read the words again. Whippoorwills and crickets trilled their amazement in the sweet, warm air. With a pounding heart, the boy inched forward and muttered hoarsely, "Jesse, are you here?"The stone was cut from blindingly white marble that fairly glowed in the setting sun. The inscription had been inlaid with real gold-he was almost certain of that. He ran his fingers over the words and the cold, hard stone, as if afraid to discover that they we
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