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Название книги: Must Love Hellhounds
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Must-Love-Hellhounds-193933.html
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The Britlingens Go to Hell by Charlaine Harris
Batanya and Clovache were cleaning their armor in one of the courtyards of the Britlingen Collective, which sits atop a hill in the ancient city of Spauling. It was a fine summer day, and they sat on benches that they’d positioned to catch the sun.“I’m as pale as a pooka belly,” Clovache said.“Not quite,” Batanya said, after looking at Clovache rather seriously. Batanya was the older of the two; she was twenty-eight to Clovache’s twenty-four. Batanya was pale, too, since she spent most of her time in armor of one kind or another, but that didn’t bother Batanya.“Oh, thank you. Not quite,” Clovache said, imitating Batanya’s husky voice. It was a pretty bad imitation. Batanya smiled. She and Clovache had worked together for five years, and there wasn’t much they didn’t know about each other. They had both done most of their growing up within the Collective walls.“You are a bit like a pooka, though. Your hair is the same color a
Название книги: Must Love Hellhounds
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Must-Love-Hellhounds-193933.html
Collection copyright © 2009
The Britlingens Go to Hell by Charlaine Harris
Batanya and Clovache were cleaning their armor in one of the courtyards of the Britlingen Collective, which sits atop a hill in the ancient city of Spauling. It was a fine summer day, and they sat on benches that they’d positioned to catch the sun.“I’m as pale as a pooka belly,” Clovache said.“Not quite,” Batanya said, after looking at Clovache rather seriously. Batanya was the older of the two; she was twenty-eight to Clovache’s twenty-four. Batanya was pale, too, since she spent most of her time in armor of one kind or another, but that didn’t bother Batanya.“Oh, thank you. Not quite,” Clovache said, imitating Batanya’s husky voice. It was a pretty bad imitation. Batanya smiled. She and Clovache had worked together for five years, and there wasn’t much they didn’t know about each other. They had both done most of their growing up within the Collective walls.“You are a bit like a pooka, though. Your hair is the same color a
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