Аннотация
Robert N Charette
Never deal with a Dragon
PROLOGUE
Into The Shadows
2050
The soft roar of the surf slowly dissolved into the murmur of voices and the breathy huff of the air-conditioning system. The sharp salt smell mutated to the harsh tang of disinfectant. The return to the waking world brought awareness of the ache in Sam’s skull. His brain felt too full, pressing against its boundaries like a helium-filled balloon under a fathom of water.
The voices stopped as he let out a groan. Whoever was out there in the world beyond his closed eyelids seemed to await another sign, some indication that he really was awake. But Sam was not yet ready to accommodate them. The light was painful enough through the thin flesh that shielded his pupils. He had not the least desire to open his eyes.
“Verner-san,” a disembodied voice said. The tone was questioning, but held a hint of command.
He forced his eyes open, only to snap them shut again ...
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