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Название книги: Myth-Chief
Автор(ы): Robert Asprin
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Myth-Chief-145783.html
ONE
"You can't go home again."—PRINCESS L. ORGANA'"I still think this is a bad idea," my attractive administrative assistant said, as I reached for the door of the tent."You keep saying that, Bunny," I said, pitching my voice low so all the shoppers and merchants passing by us in the streets of the Bazaar at Deva didn't hear me. "We're just saying 'Hi' to the old gang. They'd expect us to. If anything, they'd be hurt if we didn't.""Uh-huh. You keep saying that." She gave a toss of her short red hair.I gave up. I didn't know enough women to make sweeping generalities, but I knew Bunny, and once she had her mind set on something, it was next to impossible to talk her out of it. Besides, we had reached our destination.Standing outside the narrow tent that was the headquarters of M.Y.T.H., Inc., I paused for a moment to let the memories wash over me before ducking into the short entryway. This had been my home for years, my office and base of operations as the Great Skeeve before I retired. Much of my adult life h
Название книги: Myth-Chief
Автор(ы): Robert Asprin
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Myth-Chief-145783.html
ONE
"You can't go home again."—PRINCESS L. ORGANA'"I still think this is a bad idea," my attractive administrative assistant said, as I reached for the door of the tent."You keep saying that, Bunny," I said, pitching my voice low so all the shoppers and merchants passing by us in the streets of the Bazaar at Deva didn't hear me. "We're just saying 'Hi' to the old gang. They'd expect us to. If anything, they'd be hurt if we didn't.""Uh-huh. You keep saying that." She gave a toss of her short red hair.I gave up. I didn't know enough women to make sweeping generalities, but I knew Bunny, and once she had her mind set on something, it was next to impossible to talk her out of it. Besides, we had reached our destination.Standing outside the narrow tent that was the headquarters of M.Y.T.H., Inc., I paused for a moment to let the memories wash over me before ducking into the short entryway. This had been my home for years, my office and base of operations as the Great Skeeve before I retired. Much of my adult life h
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