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Название книги: Hosts
Автор(ы): F. Paul Wilson
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Hosts-184073.html
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTSSpecial thanks to Charlotte Abbott for her many valuable insights.And thanks to the usual crew for their enlightened and discerning input: David Hartwell, Coates Bateman, Elizabeth Monteleone, Steven Spruill, and Albert Zuckerman.
TUESDAY
1Kate Iverson stared out the window of the hurtling taxi and wondered where she was. New York was not her town. She knew certain sections, and if it were daytime she might have had some idea as to her location, but here in the dark and fog she could have been anywhere.She'd started the trip thirty minutes and who-knew-how-many miles ago in the West Twenties with a follow-that-cab scenario—I still can't believe I really said that—that moved across town and up the FDR Drive. The East River had served as a comforting landmark for a while, but as twilight had faded to night, the river fell behind, replaced by dark shapes and fuzzy lights looming in the fog beyond the roadway."What road is this?" she asked the driver.Through the Plexiglas barrier cam
Название книги: Hosts
Автор(ы): F. Paul Wilson
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Hosts-184073.html
Scanned by Highroller.Proofed by .
ACKNOWLEDGMENTSSpecial thanks to Charlotte Abbott for her many valuable insights.And thanks to the usual crew for their enlightened and discerning input: David Hartwell, Coates Bateman, Elizabeth Monteleone, Steven Spruill, and Albert Zuckerman.
TUESDAY
1Kate Iverson stared out the window of the hurtling taxi and wondered where she was. New York was not her town. She knew certain sections, and if it were daytime she might have had some idea as to her location, but here in the dark and fog she could have been anywhere.She'd started the trip thirty minutes and who-knew-how-many miles ago in the West Twenties with a follow-that-cab scenario—I still can't believe I really said that—that moved across town and up the FDR Drive. The East River had served as a comforting landmark for a while, but as twilight had faded to night, the river fell behind, replaced by dark shapes and fuzzy lights looming in the fog beyond the roadway."What road is this?" she asked the driver.Through the Plexiglas barrier cam
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