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Название книги: Dangerous Offspring
Автор(ы): Steph Swainston
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dangerous-Offspring-150980.html
The third book in the Fourlands series, 2007
To BrianHe let go by the things of yesterdayAnd took the modern world’s more spacious way.Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
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I wake, and lie motionless on my camp bed in the dark tent, listening. The wind roars down the gaps between my pavilion and the next, hisses over the guy ropes. Outside, heavy canvas cracks and flaps. The lantern outside my tent door vibrates on its iron stake and sets up a loud humming. When the gust dies back it unmasks the din that woke me. Soldiers are screaming. Men are shouting to each other in the absolute darkness outside. The gale gusts again so loud I can’t distinguish anything at all. I can have been asleep for only a couple of hours; it must be one or two in the morning.I throw my blankets aside and leap off the bed. As my bare feet touch the damp grass the ground shakes so violently I fall to my knees. My bed and the low cane table next to it collapse, spilling my letters and clothes onto the sparse grass. Is it an earthqu
Название книги: Dangerous Offspring
Автор(ы): Steph Swainston
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dangerous-Offspring-150980.html
The third book in the Fourlands series, 2007
To BrianHe let go by the things of yesterdayAnd took the modern world’s more spacious way.Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
Map
I wake, and lie motionless on my camp bed in the dark tent, listening. The wind roars down the gaps between my pavilion and the next, hisses over the guy ropes. Outside, heavy canvas cracks and flaps. The lantern outside my tent door vibrates on its iron stake and sets up a loud humming. When the gust dies back it unmasks the din that woke me. Soldiers are screaming. Men are shouting to each other in the absolute darkness outside. The gale gusts again so loud I can’t distinguish anything at all. I can have been asleep for only a couple of hours; it must be one or two in the morning.I throw my blankets aside and leap off the bed. As my bare feet touch the damp grass the ground shakes so violently I fall to my knees. My bed and the low cane table next to it collapse, spilling my letters and clothes onto the sparse grass. Is it an earthqu
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