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Название книги: Abarat
Автор(ы): Clive Barker
Жанр: Детская фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Abarat-199349.html
PROLOGUE: the mission
Three is the number of those who do holy work;
Two is the number of those who do lover's work;
One is the number of those who do perfect evil
Or perfect good.
—From the notes of a monk of the Order of St. Oco; his name unknownThe storm came up out of the southwest like a fiend, stalking its prey on legs of lightning.
The wind it brought with it was as foul as the devil's own breath and it stirred up the peaceful waters of the sea. By the time the little red boat that the three women had chosen for their perilous voyage had emerged from the shelter of the islands, and was out in the open waters, the waves were as steep as cliffs, twenty-five, thirty feet tall.
"Somebody sent this storm," said Joephi, who was doing her best to steer the boat, which was called The Lyre . The sail shook like a leaf in a tempest, swinging back and forth wildly, nearly impossible to hold down. "I swear, Diamanda, this is no natural storm!"
Diamanda, the oldest of the three women, sat in the center of the tiny vessel wit
Название книги: Abarat
Автор(ы): Clive Barker
Жанр: Детская фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Abarat-199349.html
PROLOGUE: the mission
Three is the number of those who do holy work;
Two is the number of those who do lover's work;
One is the number of those who do perfect evil
Or perfect good.
—From the notes of a monk of the Order of St. Oco; his name unknownThe storm came up out of the southwest like a fiend, stalking its prey on legs of lightning.
The wind it brought with it was as foul as the devil's own breath and it stirred up the peaceful waters of the sea. By the time the little red boat that the three women had chosen for their perilous voyage had emerged from the shelter of the islands, and was out in the open waters, the waves were as steep as cliffs, twenty-five, thirty feet tall.
"Somebody sent this storm," said Joephi, who was doing her best to steer the boat, which was called The Lyre . The sail shook like a leaf in a tempest, swinging back and forth wildly, nearly impossible to hold down. "I swear, Diamanda, this is no natural storm!"
Diamanda, the oldest of the three women, sat in the center of the tiny vessel wit
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