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Название книги: Circus of the Damned
Автор(ы): Laurell Hamilton
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Circus-of-the-Damned-192549.html
Chapter 1
There was dried chicken blood imbedded under my fingernails. When you raise the dead for a living, you have to spill a little blood. It clung in flaking patches to my face and hands. I’d tried to clean the worst of it off before coming to this meeting, but some things only a shower would fix. I sipped coffee from a personalized mug that said, “Piss me off, pay the consequences,” and stared at the two men sitting across from me.Mr. Jeremy Ruebens was short, dark, and grumpy. I’d never seen him when he wasn’t either frowning, or shouting. His small features were clustered in the middle of his face as if some giant hand had mashed them together before the clay had dried. His hands smoothed over the lapel of his coat, the dark blue tie, tie clip, white shirt collar. His hands folded in his lap for a second, then began their dance again, coat, tie, tie clip, collar, lap. I figured I could stand to watch him fidget maybe five more times before I screamed for mercy and promised him anything he w
Название книги: Circus of the Damned
Автор(ы): Laurell Hamilton
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Circus-of-the-Damned-192549.html
Chapter 1
There was dried chicken blood imbedded under my fingernails. When you raise the dead for a living, you have to spill a little blood. It clung in flaking patches to my face and hands. I’d tried to clean the worst of it off before coming to this meeting, but some things only a shower would fix. I sipped coffee from a personalized mug that said, “Piss me off, pay the consequences,” and stared at the two men sitting across from me.Mr. Jeremy Ruebens was short, dark, and grumpy. I’d never seen him when he wasn’t either frowning, or shouting. His small features were clustered in the middle of his face as if some giant hand had mashed them together before the clay had dried. His hands smoothed over the lapel of his coat, the dark blue tie, tie clip, white shirt collar. His hands folded in his lap for a second, then began their dance again, coat, tie, tie clip, collar, lap. I figured I could stand to watch him fidget maybe five more times before I screamed for mercy and promised him anything he w
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