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Название книги: Night of Thunder
Автор(ы): Stephen Hunter
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Night-of-Thunder-184083.html
The fifth book in the Bob Lee Swagger series, 2008
For my daughter, Amy, as the wonderful person she is,but also as the symbol for the young American reporterSpeed is of the essence– ANONYMOUS
PART I. PRELIMS
ONE
Brother Richard liked it loud. He punched the iPod up all the way until the music hammered his brain, its force beating away like some banshee howl from the high, dark mountains hidden behind the screen of rushing trees. He was holding at eighty-five miles per hour, even through the turns, though that took a surgeon’s skill, a miracle of guts and timing. The music roared.Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?Gonna run to the seaSea won’t you hide me?Run to the seaSea won’t you hide me?But the sea it was aboilin’All on that dayIt was that old-time religion, fierce and haunted, harsh, unforgiving. It was Baptist fire and brimstone, his father’s fury and anguish, it was Negroes in church, afeared of the flames of hell, it was the roar of a hot, primer-gray V8 ’Cuda in the night, as good old boys in sheets
Название книги: Night of Thunder
Автор(ы): Stephen Hunter
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Night-of-Thunder-184083.html
The fifth book in the Bob Lee Swagger series, 2008
For my daughter, Amy, as the wonderful person she is,but also as the symbol for the young American reporterSpeed is of the essence– ANONYMOUS
PART I. PRELIMS
ONE
Brother Richard liked it loud. He punched the iPod up all the way until the music hammered his brain, its force beating away like some banshee howl from the high, dark mountains hidden behind the screen of rushing trees. He was holding at eighty-five miles per hour, even through the turns, though that took a surgeon’s skill, a miracle of guts and timing. The music roared.Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?Gonna run to the seaSea won’t you hide me?Run to the seaSea won’t you hide me?But the sea it was aboilin’All on that dayIt was that old-time religion, fierce and haunted, harsh, unforgiving. It was Baptist fire and brimstone, his father’s fury and anguish, it was Negroes in church, afeared of the flames of hell, it was the roar of a hot, primer-gray V8 ’Cuda in the night, as good old boys in sheets
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