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Название книги: Far Edge of Darkness
Автор(ы): Linda Evans
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Far-Edge-of-Darkness-230200.html
Chapter One
Sibyl Johnson didn't own a rifle.She wouldn't have known how to shoot one, if she had. And Tony Bartlett had vanished, apparently right off the edge of the world.None of which stopped Sibyl from wanting to center his face in the sights of an honest-to-God, high-powered varmint gun. Sibyl had spent her formative years increasingly disgusted with small-town drunken quarrels that led to knifings and shootings on Saturday nights. But if she ever saw Tony Bartlett again...She'd do a whole lot more than wish for a gun.Sibyl banged a fist against the steering wheel. How could I have been so... so... Stupid?Blind?Naïve?Any number of scathing put-downs would be appropriate.Another lightning strike jerked Sibyl back into the present reality of creaking VW Beetle and steaming Florida heat. She tightened sweaty hands around the cracked plastic of the steering wheel. Another searing flash momentarily erased everything beyond her car: the rutted dirt road, the dust-white trees clinging to the h
Название книги: Far Edge of Darkness
Автор(ы): Linda Evans
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Far-Edge-of-Darkness-230200.html
Chapter One
Sibyl Johnson didn't own a rifle.She wouldn't have known how to shoot one, if she had. And Tony Bartlett had vanished, apparently right off the edge of the world.None of which stopped Sibyl from wanting to center his face in the sights of an honest-to-God, high-powered varmint gun. Sibyl had spent her formative years increasingly disgusted with small-town drunken quarrels that led to knifings and shootings on Saturday nights. But if she ever saw Tony Bartlett again...She'd do a whole lot more than wish for a gun.Sibyl banged a fist against the steering wheel. How could I have been so... so... Stupid?Blind?Naïve?Any number of scathing put-downs would be appropriate.Another lightning strike jerked Sibyl back into the present reality of creaking VW Beetle and steaming Florida heat. She tightened sweaty hands around the cracked plastic of the steering wheel. Another searing flash momentarily erased everything beyond her car: the rutted dirt road, the dust-white trees clinging to the h
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