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Название книги: Pashazade
Автор(ы): Jon Grimwood
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Pashazade-193419.html
For the girl with red hair standing in the cold under the bridge at Waterloo and for the lead guitarist with the Sepuku Chihuahuas. Same as it ever was.
'However many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead ...'— Professor Richard Dawkins The Blind Watchmaker
Part One
Chapter One6th July
The sound of fountains came in stereo. A deep splash from the courtyard below and a lighter trickle from the next room, where open arches cut in a wall over-looking the courtyard had marble balustrades stretched between matching pillars.It was that kind of house.Old, historic, near-derelict in places.'Ambient temp eighty-one Fahrenheit, humidity sixty-two per cent ..." The American spoke clearly, reading the data from the face of his watch, then glanced through a smashed window to what little he could see of the sky outside.'Passing cloud, no direct sunlight.'Dropping clumsily onto one knee, Felix Abrinsky touched the marble floor with nicotine-stained fingers, confirming to h
Название книги: Pashazade
Автор(ы): Jon Grimwood
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Pashazade-193419.html
For the girl with red hair standing in the cold under the bridge at Waterloo and for the lead guitarist with the Sepuku Chihuahuas. Same as it ever was.
'However many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead ...'— Professor Richard Dawkins The Blind Watchmaker
Part One
Chapter One6th July
The sound of fountains came in stereo. A deep splash from the courtyard below and a lighter trickle from the next room, where open arches cut in a wall over-looking the courtyard had marble balustrades stretched between matching pillars.It was that kind of house.Old, historic, near-derelict in places.'Ambient temp eighty-one Fahrenheit, humidity sixty-two per cent ..." The American spoke clearly, reading the data from the face of his watch, then glanced through a smashed window to what little he could see of the sky outside.'Passing cloud, no direct sunlight.'Dropping clumsily onto one knee, Felix Abrinsky touched the marble floor with nicotine-stained fingers, confirming to h
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