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Название книги: Homeward Bound
Автор(ы): James Axler
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Homeward-Bound-172361.html
Chapter One
"It's dead."Ryan Cawdor took the high-image intensifier away from his good eye, tucking it back into one of the pockets of his long, fur-trimmed coat."Nothing?" asked J.B. Dix, the Armorer."Nothing. From this high you can see for miles. Not a sign of life. When it's cold like this there should be smoke. Folks got to keep warm. There's wood enough around for 'em."Across the steep valley the sun was sinking into a nest of tangled violet chem clouds. Ryan figured the temperature had to be already close to freezing. His breath plumed out ahead of him, and the skin on his stubbled cheeks felt tight. The slopes of the hills opposite from the cavern entrance were streaked with snow, and the small pools around the snaking lead-gray river were dulled with ice.Running alongside the slow-moving water, Ryan had been able to make out the shattered remains of a two-lane blacktop, its edge eroded by a century of neglect.Krysty Wroth's hand rested on his arm. He glanced at the girl, smiling at her startling b
Название книги: Homeward Bound
Автор(ы): James Axler
Жанр: Боевая фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Homeward-Bound-172361.html
Chapter One
"It's dead."Ryan Cawdor took the high-image intensifier away from his good eye, tucking it back into one of the pockets of his long, fur-trimmed coat."Nothing?" asked J.B. Dix, the Armorer."Nothing. From this high you can see for miles. Not a sign of life. When it's cold like this there should be smoke. Folks got to keep warm. There's wood enough around for 'em."Across the steep valley the sun was sinking into a nest of tangled violet chem clouds. Ryan figured the temperature had to be already close to freezing. His breath plumed out ahead of him, and the skin on his stubbled cheeks felt tight. The slopes of the hills opposite from the cavern entrance were streaked with snow, and the small pools around the snaking lead-gray river were dulled with ice.Running alongside the slow-moving water, Ryan had been able to make out the shattered remains of a two-lane blacktop, its edge eroded by a century of neglect.Krysty Wroth's hand rested on his arm. He glanced at the girl, smiling at her startling b
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