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Название книги: Lily Bard 03 - Shakespeare's Christmas
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lily-Bard-03-Shakespeare_s-Christmas-171431.html
For Dean James: reader, writer, friend, and bookseller extraordinaireAcknowledgmentsMy thanks to all who gave me information and advicewhile I was writing this book: retired police chief PhilGates, go-between Ann Hilgeman, private detectiveNorma Rowell, and fingerprint expert M. Nolte.
Chapter One
My situation was as surreal as one of those slo-mo nightmares Hollywood uses to pad B movies.I was sitting in the bed of a moving Dodge Ram pickup. I was enthroned on a wobbly plastic lawn chair, thinly disguised by a red plush couch throw edged with fringe. A crowd lined both sides of the street, waving and yelling. From time to time, I dipped my hand into the white plastic bucket settled on my lap, coming up with a fistful of candy to pitch to the spectators.Though I was clothed, which I understand is not the case in many dreams, my clothes were hardly typical. I was wearing a red Santa hat with a big white ball on the end, bright new green sweats, and I had a disgusting artificial holly corsage pinned to my chest. I was trying to smile.Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, a face pasted with an unconcealed smirk, I pitched the next peppermint with deliberate accuracy. It smacked my neighbor, Carlton Cockroft, right in the middle of the chest, wiping off that smirk for at least a second.The pickup paused, continuing a familiar and irritating pattern that had begun minutes after the parade had started lurching down Main Street. One of the bands ahead of us had stopped to blare out a Christmas song,
Название книги: Lily Bard 03 - Shakespeare's Christmas
Автор(ы): Charlaine Harris
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lily-Bard-03-Shakespeare_s-Christmas-171431.html
For Dean James: reader, writer, friend, and bookseller extraordinaireAcknowledgmentsMy thanks to all who gave me information and advicewhile I was writing this book: retired police chief PhilGates, go-between Ann Hilgeman, private detectiveNorma Rowell, and fingerprint expert M. Nolte.
Chapter One
My situation was as surreal as one of those slo-mo nightmares Hollywood uses to pad B movies.I was sitting in the bed of a moving Dodge Ram pickup. I was enthroned on a wobbly plastic lawn chair, thinly disguised by a red plush couch throw edged with fringe. A crowd lined both sides of the street, waving and yelling. From time to time, I dipped my hand into the white plastic bucket settled on my lap, coming up with a fistful of candy to pitch to the spectators.Though I was clothed, which I understand is not the case in many dreams, my clothes were hardly typical. I was wearing a red Santa hat with a big white ball on the end, bright new green sweats, and I had a disgusting artificial holly corsage pinned to my chest. I was trying to smile.Spotting a familiar face in the crowd, a face pasted with an unconcealed smirk, I pitched the next peppermint with deliberate accuracy. It smacked my neighbor, Carlton Cockroft, right in the middle of the chest, wiping off that smirk for at least a second.The pickup paused, continuing a familiar and irritating pattern that had begun minutes after the parade had started lurching down Main Street. One of the bands ahead of us had stopped to blare out a Christmas song,
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