-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Ричард Морган
-
- Видоизмененный углерод
-
- Стр. 355/560
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Trepp
grabbed
the
arm
I
was
gesturing
with
,
and
for
a
moment
I
thought
there
was
going
to
be
violence
.
The
neurachem
surged
soggily
.
Instead
,
she
took
the
arm
and
draped
it
affectionately
over
her
own
shoulders
,
pulling
my
face
closer
to
her
own
.
She
blinked
owlishly
at
me
.
"
Listen
.
"
There
was
a
longish
pause
.
I
listened
,
while
Trepp
frowned
with
concentration
,
took
a
long
slug
from
her
glass
and
set
it
down
with
exaggerated
care
.
She
wagged
a
finger
at
me
.
"
Judge
not
lest
ye
be
judged
,
"
she
slurred
.
Another
street
,
sloping
downward
.
Walking
was
suddenly
easier
.
Above
,
the
stars
were
out
in
force
,
clearer
than
I
had
seen
them
all
week
in
Bay
City
.
I
lurched
to
a
halt
at
the
sight
,
looking
for
the
Horned
Horse
.
Something
.
Wrong
here
.
Alien
.
Not
a
single
pattern
I
recognised
.
A
cold
sweat
broke
along
the
insides
of
my
arms
,
and
suddenly
the
clear
points
of
fire
seemed
like
an
armada
from
the
Outside
,
massing
for
a
planetary
bombardment
.
The
Martians
returned
.
I
thought
I
could
see
them
moving
ponderously
across
the
narrow
slice
of
sky
above
us
…
