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Название книги: Flesh Circus
Автор(ы): Lilith Saintcrow
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Flesh-Circus-160447.html
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks for this book go first and foremost to Mel Sanders, who listened to me talk about it for hours and hours. And next to Maddy, Nicky, and Gates—who listened to me talk about it for hours and hours. Next-to-last, but certainly not least, to Devi and Miriam, who also put up with me when I talked about it… for hours and hours.And as usual, the biggest thanks to you, the Reader. Step right up, sit on down. And let me tell you a story.I promise it won’t take long.
Chapter One
Just outside the Santa Luz city limits, the caravan halted. I rolled my shoulders back under heavy leather, my fingers resting on a gun butt. They tapped, once, four times, bitten nails drumming.Out here in the desert, the two-lane highway was a ribbon reaching to nowhere. The stars glimmered, hard cold points of light. A new moon, already tired, was a nail-paring in the sky, weak compared to the shine of cityglow from the valley. I’d parked on the shoulder, and dust was still settling with little whispering sounds.They were p
Название книги: Flesh Circus
Автор(ы): Lilith Saintcrow
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Flesh-Circus-160447.html
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks for this book go first and foremost to Mel Sanders, who listened to me talk about it for hours and hours. And next to Maddy, Nicky, and Gates—who listened to me talk about it for hours and hours. Next-to-last, but certainly not least, to Devi and Miriam, who also put up with me when I talked about it… for hours and hours.And as usual, the biggest thanks to you, the Reader. Step right up, sit on down. And let me tell you a story.I promise it won’t take long.
Chapter One
Just outside the Santa Luz city limits, the caravan halted. I rolled my shoulders back under heavy leather, my fingers resting on a gun butt. They tapped, once, four times, bitten nails drumming.Out here in the desert, the two-lane highway was a ribbon reaching to nowhere. The stars glimmered, hard cold points of light. A new moon, already tired, was a nail-paring in the sky, weak compared to the shine of cityglow from the valley. I’d parked on the shoulder, and dust was still settling with little whispering sounds.They were p
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