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Название книги: Blood Hunt
Автор(ы): Jack Harvey
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Hunt-193091.html
The third book in the Jack Harvey Novels series, 1995
To KitThen you carried your ashes to the mountains: will you today carry your fire into the valleys? Do you not fear an incendiary’s punishment?– Nietzsche, THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
PART ONE. THE BLOODING
ONE
HE STOOD ON THE EDGE of the abyss, staring down.Not afraid, not feeling anything very much except the burning in his lungs, the damp ache behind his legs. He knew staring was never a one-way thing. It was reciprocal. Okay, he thought, get your staring finished, get it over and done with now. The fall, he thought-it isn’t the fall that kills you, it’s the ground at the end of it. It’s gravity, the fatal pull of the planet. There was water at the bottom of the chasm, the tide rising, foam churning against the sheer sides. He could hear the water, but in what was left of the daylight he could barely see it.He took a deep breath at last and drew back, stretching his spine. There was an hour left till dusk: not much time. They wouldn’t find him now. He’d had one piece of
Название книги: Blood Hunt
Автор(ы): Jack Harvey
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Hunt-193091.html
The third book in the Jack Harvey Novels series, 1995
To KitThen you carried your ashes to the mountains: will you today carry your fire into the valleys? Do you not fear an incendiary’s punishment?– Nietzsche, THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
PART ONE. THE BLOODING
ONE
HE STOOD ON THE EDGE of the abyss, staring down.Not afraid, not feeling anything very much except the burning in his lungs, the damp ache behind his legs. He knew staring was never a one-way thing. It was reciprocal. Okay, he thought, get your staring finished, get it over and done with now. The fall, he thought-it isn’t the fall that kills you, it’s the ground at the end of it. It’s gravity, the fatal pull of the planet. There was water at the bottom of the chasm, the tide rising, foam churning against the sheer sides. He could hear the water, but in what was left of the daylight he could barely see it.He took a deep breath at last and drew back, stretching his spine. There was an hour left till dusk: not much time. They wouldn’t find him now. He’d had one piece of
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