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Название книги: Bone by Bone
Автор(ы): Carol O'Connell
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bone-by-Bone-194156.html
Copyright © 2008 by Carol O'Connell
This book is dedicated to men and women who stood in harm's way, to those who came home with the damage that shows and also the damage that no one sees and no one else can know.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to those who helped me with my research, among them an entire army that operates from a five-sided building and prefers to go nameless on this page (something to do with not going through proper channels for an interview). And thank you, Mr. Hanlon of Hanlon's Razor.bONe bY bONe
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A batty old man of the cloth had once described the Hobbs boy as a joke of God's: an archangel of the warrior cast and a beacon for women with carnal intentions.An angel.Would that he had wings.Oren Hobbs, now a man full grown, opened his eyes in the dark and took deep breaths to quell the panic. Every time he dreamed, he died. Neither awake nor asleep, he was caught, for a second or two, between the nightmare of going home again and the solid world, where he had arrived-where a dog was barking in the
Название книги: Bone by Bone
Автор(ы): Carol O'Connell
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bone-by-Bone-194156.html
Copyright © 2008 by Carol O'Connell
This book is dedicated to men and women who stood in harm's way, to those who came home with the damage that shows and also the damage that no one sees and no one else can know.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to those who helped me with my research, among them an entire army that operates from a five-sided building and prefers to go nameless on this page (something to do with not going through proper channels for an interview). And thank you, Mr. Hanlon of Hanlon's Razor.bONe bY bONe
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A batty old man of the cloth had once described the Hobbs boy as a joke of God's: an archangel of the warrior cast and a beacon for women with carnal intentions.An angel.Would that he had wings.Oren Hobbs, now a man full grown, opened his eyes in the dark and took deep breaths to quell the panic. Every time he dreamed, he died. Neither awake nor asleep, he was caught, for a second or two, between the nightmare of going home again and the solid world, where he had arrived-where a dog was barking in the
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