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Название книги: Odd Hours
Автор(ы): Dean Koontz
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Odd-Hours-158635.html
The fourth book in the Odd Thomas series
This fourth Odd adventure is dedicated to Bruce, Carolyn, and Michael Rouleau.To Michael because he makes his parents proud.To Carolyn because she makes Bruce happy.To Bruce because he has been so reliable all these years, and because he truly knows what it means to love a good dog.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.– Theodore Roethke, “The Waking”
ONE
IT’S ONLY LIFE. WE ALL GET THROUGH IT.Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in accidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occasional bad-hair day.I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all of my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I’d call it a triumph.When I raised the wind
Название книги: Odd Hours
Автор(ы): Dean Koontz
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Odd-Hours-158635.html
The fourth book in the Odd Thomas series
This fourth Odd adventure is dedicated to Bruce, Carolyn, and Michael Rouleau.To Michael because he makes his parents proud.To Carolyn because she makes Bruce happy.To Bruce because he has been so reliable all these years, and because he truly knows what it means to love a good dog.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.– Theodore Roethke, “The Waking”
ONE
IT’S ONLY LIFE. WE ALL GET THROUGH IT.Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in accidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occasional bad-hair day.I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all of my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I’d call it a triumph.When I raised the wind
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