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Название книги: Death Masks
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Death-Masks-192631.html
[version history and scanner's info]Version 1.0-scanned, OCR'd and spell-checked from first edition (ISBN 0-399-15106-0).Version 2.0 -September 21, 2003-proofread and corrected by The_Ghiti from first printing (release date: August 15, 2003). A number of obvious errors in the original were corrected, as I regard bookz as new editions, not mere "reproductions." If you find errors, please fix, increment version number by 0.1 and re-post, but please refrain from changing the series numbering.Version 2.1-September 23, 2003 converted to html and reproofed by Highroller.
Chapter One
Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.Wizards and television.Spotlights glared into my eyes. The heat of them threatened to make me sweat streaks through the pancake makeup some harried stagehand had slapped on me a few minutes before. Lights on top of cameras started winking on, the talk-show theme song began to play, and the studio audience began to chant, "Lah-REE, Lah-REE, Lah-REE!"
Название книги: Death Masks
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Death-Masks-192631.html
[version history and scanner's info]Version 1.0-scanned, OCR'd and spell-checked from first edition (ISBN 0-399-15106-0).Version 2.0 -September 21, 2003-proofread and corrected by The_Ghiti from first printing (release date: August 15, 2003). A number of obvious errors in the original were corrected, as I regard bookz as new editions, not mere "reproductions." If you find errors, please fix, increment version number by 0.1 and re-post, but please refrain from changing the series numbering.Version 2.1-September 23, 2003 converted to html and reproofed by Highroller.
Chapter One
Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.Wizards and television.Spotlights glared into my eyes. The heat of them threatened to make me sweat streaks through the pancake makeup some harried stagehand had slapped on me a few minutes before. Lights on top of cameras started winking on, the talk-show theme song began to play, and the studio audience began to chant, "Lah-REE, Lah-REE, Lah-REE!"
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