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Название книги: The Good,the Bad and the Uncanny
Автор(ы): Simon Green
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Good_the-Bad-and-the-Uncanny-165476.html
The good, the bad, and the uncanny. We're all in there somewhere. This is the Nightside.Hidden away deep in the hollow heart of London is another city, another world, another reality. Where it's always night, always dark, always three o'clock in the morning; the hour that tries men's souls. Rain-slick streets, gaudy neon signs the exact colours of childhood candy we always knew was bad for us. Bars and clubs and private establishments, where you can find everything you're not supposed to want. Love for sale on every street-corner, love, or something like it. And the constant roar of traffic that never, ever stops.Angels and demons lurk in shadowed alleyways, arranging deals and making decisions never to be shared with Humankind. Nightmares go walking in borrowed flesh, and not everything that looks back at you with human eyes is really human. Who watches the watchmen? Who preys on the predators? Who gives a damn, in the night that never ends?I'm John Taylor, private investigator.
Название книги: The Good,the Bad and the Uncanny
Автор(ы): Simon Green
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Good_the-Bad-and-the-Uncanny-165476.html
The good, the bad, and the uncanny. We're all in there somewhere. This is the Nightside.Hidden away deep in the hollow heart of London is another city, another world, another reality. Where it's always night, always dark, always three o'clock in the morning; the hour that tries men's souls. Rain-slick streets, gaudy neon signs the exact colours of childhood candy we always knew was bad for us. Bars and clubs and private establishments, where you can find everything you're not supposed to want. Love for sale on every street-corner, love, or something like it. And the constant roar of traffic that never, ever stops.Angels and demons lurk in shadowed alleyways, arranging deals and making decisions never to be shared with Humankind. Nightmares go walking in borrowed flesh, and not everything that looks back at you with human eyes is really human. Who watches the watchmen? Who preys on the predators? Who gives a damn, in the night that never ends?I'm John Taylor, private investigator.
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