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Название книги: Lily Bard 01 - Shakespeare's Landlord
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lily-Bard-01-Shakespeare_s-Landlord-227634.html
For all my fellow inmatesin Doctor Than's House of Pain:especially Martha, John, and Wayne
Chapter One
I gathered myself, my bare feet gripping the wooden floor, my thigh muscles braced for the attack. I stepped forward on the ball of my left foot, pivoting as I moved, and my right leg swung up, bent at the knee. My foot lashed out, returned instantly. The black Everlast punching bag rocked on its chain.My right foot touched down, and I pivoted lightly on the ball of that foot, my body oriented this time facing the bag. My left leg came forward to deliver a longer, harder, thrusting mae geri. I continued the kicking, the pivoting, alternating the side kicks with the front kicks, practicing my weaker back kicks, my breathing growing deeper but never losing its rhythm—exploding out with the kick, coming in deep with the retraction.The bag danced on the end of its chain, swinging back and forth, requiring more and more concentration on my part to plant the ne
Название книги: Lily Bard 01 - Shakespeare's Landlord
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lily-Bard-01-Shakespeare_s-Landlord-227634.html
For all my fellow inmatesin Doctor Than's House of Pain:especially Martha, John, and Wayne
Chapter One
I gathered myself, my bare feet gripping the wooden floor, my thigh muscles braced for the attack. I stepped forward on the ball of my left foot, pivoting as I moved, and my right leg swung up, bent at the knee. My foot lashed out, returned instantly. The black Everlast punching bag rocked on its chain.My right foot touched down, and I pivoted lightly on the ball of that foot, my body oriented this time facing the bag. My left leg came forward to deliver a longer, harder, thrusting mae geri. I continued the kicking, the pivoting, alternating the side kicks with the front kicks, practicing my weaker back kicks, my breathing growing deeper but never losing its rhythm—exploding out with the kick, coming in deep with the retraction.The bag danced on the end of its chain, swinging back and forth, requiring more and more concentration on my part to plant the ne
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