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Название книги: The Six Directions of Space
Автор(ы): Alastair Reynolds
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Six-Directions-of-Space-155326.html
We had been riding for two hours when I tugged sharply on the reins to bring my pony to a halt. Tenger, my escort, rode on for a few paces before glancing back irritatedly. He muttered something in annoyance—a phrase that contained the words “stupid” and “dyke”—before steering his horse back alongside mine.
“Another sightseeing stop?” he asked, as the two mismatched animals chewed their bits, flared their nostrils, and flicked their heads up in mutual impatience.
I said nothing, damned if I was going to give him the pleasure of an excuse. I only wanted to take in the view: the deeply shadowed valley below, the rising hills beyond (curving ever upward, like a tidal wave formed from rock and soil and grass), and the little patch of light down in the darkness, the square formation of the still-moving caravan.
“If you really want to make that appointment—” Tenger continued.
“Shut up.”
Tenger sniffed, dug into a leather flap on his belt, and popped
Название книги: The Six Directions of Space
Автор(ы): Alastair Reynolds
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Six-Directions-of-Space-155326.html
We had been riding for two hours when I tugged sharply on the reins to bring my pony to a halt. Tenger, my escort, rode on for a few paces before glancing back irritatedly. He muttered something in annoyance—a phrase that contained the words “stupid” and “dyke”—before steering his horse back alongside mine.
“Another sightseeing stop?” he asked, as the two mismatched animals chewed their bits, flared their nostrils, and flicked their heads up in mutual impatience.
I said nothing, damned if I was going to give him the pleasure of an excuse. I only wanted to take in the view: the deeply shadowed valley below, the rising hills beyond (curving ever upward, like a tidal wave formed from rock and soil and grass), and the little patch of light down in the darkness, the square formation of the still-moving caravan.
“If you really want to make that appointment—” Tenger continued.
“Shut up.”
Tenger sniffed, dug into a leather flap on his belt, and popped
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