Аннотация
Glen Cook
Angry Lead Skies
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Mom was too embarrassed to tell the truth. She never said a word. But I'm not entirely stupid. I figured it out on my own.
I was born under an evil star. Maybe an evil galaxy. With zigging mad lights quarreling all over angry lead skies.
The planets had to've been so cruelly misaligned that no equally malignant conjunction will be possible for another hundred lifetimes.
I have a feeling, though, that my partner will be there to gloat when those celestial maladroits again foregather to conspire.
Grumbling, head aching, empty mug in shaky hand, I stomped toward the front door. Some soon-to-be sporting an iron hook for a hand pest refused to stop bruising the oak with his knuckles.
The air shivered with amusement that only rendered me more glum.
Anything my partner found entertaining was bound to be unpleasant for me.
In the small front room the Goddamn Parrot harangued himself in his sleep, his la...
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