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Название книги: Full Moon Rising
Автор(ы): Keri Arthur
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Full-Moon-Rising-149958.html
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:Linda, for teaching me so muchMiriam, for taking me that final stepThe Sock Monkeys and the Lulus—great writers one and all
Chapter 1
The night was quiet.Almost too quietThough it was after midnight, it was a Friday night, and Friday nights were usually party nights—at least for those of us who were single and not working night shift. This section of Melbourne wasn’t exactly excitement city, but it did possess a nightclub that catered to both human and nonhumans. And while it wasn’t a club I frequented often, I loved the music they played. Loved dancing along the street to it as I made my way homeBut tonight, there was no music. No laughter. Not even drunken revelry. The only sound on the whispering wind was the clatter of the train leaving the station and the rumble of traffic from the nearby freewayOf course, the club was a well-known haunt for pushers and their prey, and as such it was regularly raided—and closed—by the cops. Maybe it had been hit againSo why wa
Название книги: Full Moon Rising
Автор(ы): Keri Arthur
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Full-Moon-Rising-149958.html
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:Linda, for teaching me so muchMiriam, for taking me that final stepThe Sock Monkeys and the Lulus—great writers one and all
Chapter 1
The night was quiet.Almost too quietThough it was after midnight, it was a Friday night, and Friday nights were usually party nights—at least for those of us who were single and not working night shift. This section of Melbourne wasn’t exactly excitement city, but it did possess a nightclub that catered to both human and nonhumans. And while it wasn’t a club I frequented often, I loved the music they played. Loved dancing along the street to it as I made my way homeBut tonight, there was no music. No laughter. Not even drunken revelry. The only sound on the whispering wind was the clatter of the train leaving the station and the rumble of traffic from the nearby freewayOf course, the club was a well-known haunt for pushers and their prey, and as such it was regularly raided—and closed—by the cops. Maybe it had been hit againSo why wa
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