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Название книги: Pendragon
Автор(ы): Catherine Coulter
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Pendragon-152339.html
The seventh book in the Bride series, 2001
Chapter 1
The Cat RacesThe McCaulty Racetrack,near Eastbourne, EnglandA bright Saturday afternoon, April 1823MR. RALEIGH, GET Tiny Tom out of Mr. Cork's way. Blessed Hell, he'll run right over him!"Tiny Tom was jerked off the track just in the nick of time, not more than two seconds before Mr. Cork would have laid him flat. Tiny Tom was Mr. Raleigh's great hope, but he just wasn't yet ready for this level of competition. Tiny Tom, black as the devil's familiar with small white paws, was, after all, only one year old, not fully grown or as yet well trained.But when the runners had scampered and darted past, Mr. Raleigh set Tiny Tom back on the track, swatting his hindquarters and growling in his little ear. That growl, evidently, promised chopped-up chicken livers. Tiny Tom, tasting those chicken livers going down his little gullet, shot forward.Meggie Sherbrooke scanned the racers, cupped her mouth with her hands, and yelled again, "Blessed Hell, Mr. Cork! Run! Don't let Blink
Название книги: Pendragon
Автор(ы): Catherine Coulter
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Pendragon-152339.html
The seventh book in the Bride series, 2001
Chapter 1
The Cat RacesThe McCaulty Racetrack,near Eastbourne, EnglandA bright Saturday afternoon, April 1823MR. RALEIGH, GET Tiny Tom out of Mr. Cork's way. Blessed Hell, he'll run right over him!"Tiny Tom was jerked off the track just in the nick of time, not more than two seconds before Mr. Cork would have laid him flat. Tiny Tom was Mr. Raleigh's great hope, but he just wasn't yet ready for this level of competition. Tiny Tom, black as the devil's familiar with small white paws, was, after all, only one year old, not fully grown or as yet well trained.But when the runners had scampered and darted past, Mr. Raleigh set Tiny Tom back on the track, swatting his hindquarters and growling in his little ear. That growl, evidently, promised chopped-up chicken livers. Tiny Tom, tasting those chicken livers going down his little gullet, shot forward.Meggie Sherbrooke scanned the racers, cupped her mouth with her hands, and yelled again, "Blessed Hell, Mr. Cork! Run! Don't let Blink
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