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Название книги: The Nightmare People
Автор(ы): Lawrence Watt-Evans
Жанр: Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Nightmare-People-192156.html
Chapter One:Wednesday, August 2nd
1.
The air was hot and thick, heavy with moisture, and he lay unwillingly awake beneath its weight, his bedsheet soaked in sweat. The ceiling was gray and blank above him when he opened his eyes. When he closed them and tried to sleep, or pretended to try, he saw only a darker gray.He thought he could almost hear the air moving about him, a slow, sluggish, viscous movement, like the shifting of wet sand, and he wished that his clock-radio were an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock, so that at least he would have the ticking to mark off time for him. As it was he lay in an infinite timelessness, feeling the perspiration ooze from his back into the mattress.He forced a sigh out into the air above him and turned his head. The glowing red digits on the clock read 3:09 a.m.There was no point in pretending he could sleep, he decided. It was too hot, too humid, the air too still and the silence too deep.He could sleep later, by daylight, after he had dragged someone
Название книги: The Nightmare People
Автор(ы): Lawrence Watt-Evans
Жанр: Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Nightmare-People-192156.html
Chapter One:Wednesday, August 2nd
1.
The air was hot and thick, heavy with moisture, and he lay unwillingly awake beneath its weight, his bedsheet soaked in sweat. The ceiling was gray and blank above him when he opened his eyes. When he closed them and tried to sleep, or pretended to try, he saw only a darker gray.He thought he could almost hear the air moving about him, a slow, sluggish, viscous movement, like the shifting of wet sand, and he wished that his clock-radio were an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock, so that at least he would have the ticking to mark off time for him. As it was he lay in an infinite timelessness, feeling the perspiration ooze from his back into the mattress.He forced a sigh out into the air above him and turned his head. The glowing red digits on the clock read 3:09 a.m.There was no point in pretending he could sleep, he decided. It was too hot, too humid, the air too still and the silence too deep.He could sleep later, by daylight, after he had dragged someone
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