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Название книги: Faefever
Автор(ы): Karen Moning
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Faefever-162350.html
Maps
PART ONE Before Dawn
“I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a bad dream.Alina will be alive,I won’t be afraid of the dark,Monsters won’t be walking the streets of Dublin,And I won’t have this terrible fear that tomorrow dawn just won’t come.”— Mac’s journal
Prologue
I’d die for him.No, wait a minute. that’s not where this is supposed to begin.I know that. But left to my own devices, I’d prefer to skim over the events of the next few weeks, and whisk you through those days with glossed-over details that cast me in a more flattering light.Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.I never used to think about things like darkest hours and trials and fault lines.I used to fill my days with sunning and shopping, bartending at The Brickyard (always more of a party than a job, and that was how I liked my life), and devising ways to con Mom and Dad into helping me buy a new car. At twenty-two, I was still living at home, safe in my sheltered world, lulled by the sleepy, slow-paddling fans of the Deep South into believing myself the center of it.Then my sister, Alina, was brutally murdered while studying abroad in Dublin, and my world changed overnight. It was bad enough that I had to identify her mutilated body, and watch my once happy family shatter, but my world didn’t stop falling apart there. It didn’t stop until I’d learned that pretty much everything I’d been raised to believe about mys
Название книги: Faefever
Автор(ы): Karen Moning
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Faefever-162350.html
Maps
PART ONE Before Dawn
“I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a bad dream.Alina will be alive,I won’t be afraid of the dark,Monsters won’t be walking the streets of Dublin,And I won’t have this terrible fear that tomorrow dawn just won’t come.”— Mac’s journal
Prologue
I’d die for him.No, wait a minute. that’s not where this is supposed to begin.I know that. But left to my own devices, I’d prefer to skim over the events of the next few weeks, and whisk you through those days with glossed-over details that cast me in a more flattering light.Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.I never used to think about things like darkest hours and trials and fault lines.I used to fill my days with sunning and shopping, bartending at The Brickyard (always more of a party than a job, and that was how I liked my life), and devising ways to con Mom and Dad into helping me buy a new car. At twenty-two, I was still living at home, safe in my sheltered world, lulled by the sleepy, slow-paddling fans of the Deep South into believing myself the center of it.Then my sister, Alina, was brutally murdered while studying abroad in Dublin, and my world changed overnight. It was bad enough that I had to identify her mutilated body, and watch my once happy family shatter, but my world didn’t stop falling apart there. It didn’t stop until I’d learned that pretty much everything I’d been raised to believe about mys
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