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Название книги: Cat Deck the Halls
Автор(ы): Shirley Murphy
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cat-Deck-the-Halls-194417.html
Book 13 in the Joe Grey series, 2007
For PatrickI think, you know, it is the innocence. A violent dog-eat-dog world, a murderous world, but one in which the very young are truly innocent. I am always amazed at this aspect of creation, the small Eden that does not last, but recurs with the young of every generation… We lose our innocence inevitably, but isn’t there some kind of message in this innocence, some hint of a world beyond this fallen one, some place where everything was otherwise?– Loren Eiseley, All the Strange Hours: The Excavation of a Life
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H E REACHED THE village half an hour before midnight, cutting over from San Jose to Highway One, on the coast, the child tucked up warm in the seat behind him. She slept soundly, her faded doll clutched close to her, one of its angel wings tucked beneath the seat belt. He had made a wide nest for her, had filled the floor well with the cheap pillows he’d bought in the first drugstore he came to, and with their two duffel bags. With the blanket laid over
Название книги: Cat Deck the Halls
Автор(ы): Shirley Murphy
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cat-Deck-the-Halls-194417.html
Book 13 in the Joe Grey series, 2007
For PatrickI think, you know, it is the innocence. A violent dog-eat-dog world, a murderous world, but one in which the very young are truly innocent. I am always amazed at this aspect of creation, the small Eden that does not last, but recurs with the young of every generation… We lose our innocence inevitably, but isn’t there some kind of message in this innocence, some hint of a world beyond this fallen one, some place where everything was otherwise?– Loren Eiseley, All the Strange Hours: The Excavation of a Life
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H E REACHED THE village half an hour before midnight, cutting over from San Jose to Highway One, on the coast, the child tucked up warm in the seat behind him. She slept soundly, her faded doll clutched close to her, one of its angel wings tucked beneath the seat belt. He had made a wide nest for her, had filled the floor well with the cheap pillows he’d bought in the first drugstore he came to, and with their two duffel bags. With the blanket laid over
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