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Название книги: Nothing to Lose
Автор(ы): Lee Child
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nothing-to-Lose-166154.html
A Jack Reacher Novel – #12
For Rae Helmsworth and Janine Wilson.They know why.
1
The sun was only half as hot as he had known sun to be, but it was hot enough to keep him confused and dizzy. He was very weak. He had not eaten for seventy-two hours, or taken water for forty-eight.Not weak. He was dying, and he knew it.The images in his mind showed things drifting away. A rowboat caught in a river current, straining against a rotted rope, pulling, tugging, breaking free. His viewpoint was that of a small boy in the boat, sitting low, staring back helplessly at the bank as the dock grew smaller.Or an airship swinging gently on a breeze, somehow breaking free of its mast, floating up and away, slowly, the boy inside seeing tiny urgent figures on the ground, waving, staring, their faces tilted upward in concern.Then the images faded, because now words seemed more important than pictures, which was absurd, because he had never been interested in words before. But before he died he wanted to know which words were his. Whi
Название книги: Nothing to Lose
Автор(ы): Lee Child
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nothing-to-Lose-166154.html
A Jack Reacher Novel – #12
For Rae Helmsworth and Janine Wilson.They know why.
1
The sun was only half as hot as he had known sun to be, but it was hot enough to keep him confused and dizzy. He was very weak. He had not eaten for seventy-two hours, or taken water for forty-eight.Not weak. He was dying, and he knew it.The images in his mind showed things drifting away. A rowboat caught in a river current, straining against a rotted rope, pulling, tugging, breaking free. His viewpoint was that of a small boy in the boat, sitting low, staring back helplessly at the bank as the dock grew smaller.Or an airship swinging gently on a breeze, somehow breaking free of its mast, floating up and away, slowly, the boy inside seeing tiny urgent figures on the ground, waving, staring, their faces tilted upward in concern.Then the images faded, because now words seemed more important than pictures, which was absurd, because he had never been interested in words before. But before he died he wanted to know which words were his. Whi
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