"Chalker, Jack L. - Soul Rider 01 - Spirits of Flux and Anchor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)slight color shifts to the land showed the beauty
and glory of Heaven and reminded ail humankind of the Paradise it had lost and could regain, in the same way as night showed the emptiness of Hell, the distant, tiny stars representing the lost souls that might be consumed by darkness if not re- Page 2 Jack L. Chalker - Spirits of Flux and AnchorUC - SR#1 deemed. After a time she moved on, a lonely little figure walking back to the only home she'd ever known. Although the day was pretty, there was a chill in the air, and she wore a heavy checked flannel shirt and wool workpants. Cassie had the kind of face that could be either male or female, and this, along with her tendency to keep her black, slightly curly hair clipped extremely shortЧas well as her slight buildЧoften got her mistaken for a boy, an error her low, husky soprano did nothing to correct. She'd been the last of four children, all girls, and her parents had really wanted a boy. Particularly her father, a smith who wanted very much to pass on the family trade as his father had to him, and his father's father before that. She had not been spared that knowledge, Perhaps because of this, or at least in trying to please them, she'd always been a tomboy, getting into fights and walking, talking, and now working with the boys, herding, milking, and even breaking horses. Tel Anser, the hard old supervisor in 10 Jack L. Chalker the corral, often held her up as an example to the boys he worked with, teasing them that she was far more of a man than any of them. That didn't win her any popularity contests, of course, but she didn't really mind. She was proud of the comment. Still, she was a lonely girl. Partly because of the way she was, she never got asked to dances, never, in fact, had even been asked for, let alone been out on, a single date. Those few boys who did accept her did so as an equal and a friendЧand that meant as just one of the boys. It was hard, sometimes, sitting around and listening to them compare notes on girls they were attracted to, driving home by their very indifference to her sex the fact that she would never be the object of such conversations, either by them or by others. Still, the flip side of that never appealed to her much, either. Perhaps if she'd been pretty, or sexy, |
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