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Название книги: Blood Memories
Автор(ы): Barb Hendee
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Memories-163681.html
Chapter 1
I was with Edward the day he killed himself.It happens to us sometimes, especially the old, the ones who've lost the joy of then and can't quite grasp the now. I don't know why. But I'd never seen it until that morning Edward jumped off his own front porch and exploded in the sun like a gas fire.We'd been friends for a long time. I know everyone else thought we were mad for living in the same city. But he stayed out of my hunting territory, and I stayed out of his. Besides, sometimes it was nice to talk to someone without lying.I was on my way out at about two o'clock that morning when the phone rang."Hello.""Eleisha, it's me. I wanted to tell you good-bye."He'd never called me before, but Edward's accent combined traces of a British accent with a New York pace. I'd have known it anywhere."What do you mean, good-bye?""This house is bright and loud," he whispered. "I don't think I can live here anymore."That didn't make sense. He'd been in the same house since 1937."Did you buy a new place? Do you need me to help you move?""No. That wouldn't help. One place is the same as another. I don't belong now, Eleisha. A new house would be worse."Something in his calm whisper frightened me, like tiny invisible fingers digging under my skin."Edward, stay there. I'm coming over.""Do you think that will help? I don't think so.""Just stay there."Money isn't really a problem for me, so neither are traffic tickets… although attracting police under any condition is a bad idea. But not caring who pulled me over, I hit ninety on the freeway that night driving to E
Название книги: Blood Memories
Автор(ы): Barb Hendee
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Memories-163681.html
Chapter 1
I was with Edward the day he killed himself.It happens to us sometimes, especially the old, the ones who've lost the joy of then and can't quite grasp the now. I don't know why. But I'd never seen it until that morning Edward jumped off his own front porch and exploded in the sun like a gas fire.We'd been friends for a long time. I know everyone else thought we were mad for living in the same city. But he stayed out of my hunting territory, and I stayed out of his. Besides, sometimes it was nice to talk to someone without lying.I was on my way out at about two o'clock that morning when the phone rang."Hello.""Eleisha, it's me. I wanted to tell you good-bye."He'd never called me before, but Edward's accent combined traces of a British accent with a New York pace. I'd have known it anywhere."What do you mean, good-bye?""This house is bright and loud," he whispered. "I don't think I can live here anymore."That didn't make sense. He'd been in the same house since 1937."Did you buy a new place? Do you need me to help you move?""No. That wouldn't help. One place is the same as another. I don't belong now, Eleisha. A new house would be worse."Something in his calm whisper frightened me, like tiny invisible fingers digging under my skin."Edward, stay there. I'm coming over.""Do you think that will help? I don't think so.""Just stay there."Money isn't really a problem for me, so neither are traffic tickets… although attracting police under any condition is a bad idea. But not caring who pulled me over, I hit ninety on the freeway that night driving to E
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