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Название книги: Jailbait Zombie
Автор(ы): Mario Acevedo
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Jailbait-Zombie-171437.html
CHAPTER 1
“Felix, drop your pants.”The last time I heard those words, they were from a topless stripper.Tonight was different, but the wound on my leg hurt too much for me to protest Mel’s words.Mel was the acting head of the local nidus, Latin for “nest,” in this case the community of Denver vampires. Tendrils of anxiety writhed from his orange aura, a bright contrast against the gloom of an autumn night. With a greasy gray mane combed back to his shoulders and scraggly white muttonchops, Mel projected none of the glamour associated with Hollywood vampires.We were on a deserted construction site in Aurora, a suburb east of Denver. Though Aurora’s the second-largest city in Colorado, it’s the Fresno of the Front Range: square mile after square mile of strip malls and cheap rents that run together to create an asphalt grid of nothing.I rested against the foreman’s trailer, unbuckled my trousers, and slid them to my knees. Smoke and blood trickled from the teeth marks on the inside of my left thigh.“Smoke?” Mel a
Название книги: Jailbait Zombie
Автор(ы): Mario Acevedo
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Jailbait-Zombie-171437.html
CHAPTER 1
“Felix, drop your pants.”The last time I heard those words, they were from a topless stripper.Tonight was different, but the wound on my leg hurt too much for me to protest Mel’s words.Mel was the acting head of the local nidus, Latin for “nest,” in this case the community of Denver vampires. Tendrils of anxiety writhed from his orange aura, a bright contrast against the gloom of an autumn night. With a greasy gray mane combed back to his shoulders and scraggly white muttonchops, Mel projected none of the glamour associated with Hollywood vampires.We were on a deserted construction site in Aurora, a suburb east of Denver. Though Aurora’s the second-largest city in Colorado, it’s the Fresno of the Front Range: square mile after square mile of strip malls and cheap rents that run together to create an asphalt grid of nothing.I rested against the foreman’s trailer, unbuckled my trousers, and slid them to my knees. Smoke and blood trickled from the teeth marks on the inside of my left thigh.“Smoke?” Mel a
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