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Название книги: Taken
Автор(ы): Thomas Cook
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Taken-227534.html
A novelization by Thomas H. CookBased on the series created by Leslie Bohem
To Nick Taylor and Barbara Nevins Taylor, friends to the end
Acknowledgments
I wish to thank Irwyn Applebaum and Kate Miciak for entrusting Taken to my care; Juliet Ulman for her gentle stewardship and extraordinary editorial guidance; and Kristy Cox and Corinne Antoniades from DreamWorks for their generosity and cheerful dispositions during the making of this work.
PART ONE. Beyond the Sky
Chapter One
THE SKIES OVER GERMANY, 1945Captain Russell Keys peered out into the expansive blue, his hands on the wheel of the B-17 that shook and rattled around him, bearing its heavy load of ordnance. To his left and right, he could see other planes, a squadron of Flying Fortresses in box formation, his own plane distinguished from the others only by the red devil painted on its nose, along with the words “Where Angels Fear to Tread.”“Navigator,” Russell said crisply, “how’s our time?”“We’ve regained the two minutes, sir,” the navigator answered.“Good work.”
Название книги: Taken
Автор(ы): Thomas Cook
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Taken-227534.html
A novelization by Thomas H. CookBased on the series created by Leslie Bohem
To Nick Taylor and Barbara Nevins Taylor, friends to the end
Acknowledgments
I wish to thank Irwyn Applebaum and Kate Miciak for entrusting Taken to my care; Juliet Ulman for her gentle stewardship and extraordinary editorial guidance; and Kristy Cox and Corinne Antoniades from DreamWorks for their generosity and cheerful dispositions during the making of this work.
PART ONE. Beyond the Sky
Chapter One
THE SKIES OVER GERMANY, 1945Captain Russell Keys peered out into the expansive blue, his hands on the wheel of the B-17 that shook and rattled around him, bearing its heavy load of ordnance. To his left and right, he could see other planes, a squadron of Flying Fortresses in box formation, his own plane distinguished from the others only by the red devil painted on its nose, along with the words “Where Angels Fear to Tread.”“Navigator,” Russell said crisply, “how’s our time?”“We’ve regained the two minutes, sir,” the navigator answered.“Good work.”
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