-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Терри Пратчетт
-
- Стража! Стража!
-
- Стр. 328/477
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Not
you
.
I
would
not
flame
you
.
It
wasn
’
t
telepathy
.
As
far
as
Wonse
had
always
understood
it
,
telepathy
was
like
hearing
a
voice
in
your
head
.
This
was
like
hearing
a
voice
in
your
body
.
His
whole
nervous
system
twanged
to
it
,
like
a
bow
.
Rise
.
Wonse
jerked
to
his
feet
,
overturning
the
chair
and
banging
his
legs
on
the
table
.
When
that
voice
spoke
,
he
had
as
much
control
over
his
body
as
water
had
over
gravity
.
Come
.
Wonse
lurched
across
the
floor
.
The
wings
unfolded
slowly
,
with
the
occasional
creak
,
until
they
filled
the
hall
from
side
to
side
.
The
tip
of
one
smashed
a
window
,
and
stuck
out
into
the
afternoon
air
.
The
dragon
slowly
,
sensuously
,
stretched
out
its
neck
and
yawned
.
When
it
had
finished
,
it
brought
its
head
around
until
it
was
a
few
inches
in
front
of
Wonse
’
s
face
.
What
does
voluntary
mean
?
