"Doranna Durgin - A Feral Darkness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Durgin Doranna)

And then they go home, leaving the debris of the night behind them and never suspecting what they have
awakened.
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At least, not right away.
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Now
It begins.




Chapter 2

KANO
An Opening
"Don't eventhink about it."

The tiny Poodle looked back at Brenna with defiant eyes; it gave another jerk of the paw she had
trapped between gentle fingers and added a calculated curl of its lip, revealing age-darkened but still
needle-sharp teeth.

What was left of them, anyway.

"Quit," Brenna murmured, deftly clipping between the lilliputian toes. On second thought she briefly
rested the flat of the blade against her own cheek. No more than warm. Nothing to complain about. A
quick adjustment to the flat nylon grooming noose restricted the Poodle's head movement, and Brenna
went back to work. "You're supposed to be one of mygood customers," she muttered, shifting the animal
so she could handle its hind paws.

Not today.None of them were good today. The tub room behind her reekedтАФshe couldn't name a
single dog who hadn't messed in its crate todayтАФand still bore the effects of the escapee Collie who had
torn around the room like someone's little brother, tipping over shampoo, spreading wet towels, and
knocking over the tall, standing dryers. The tub walls were covered with shed dog hairтАФliterally blown
from the backs of several double-coated dogs whose owners hadn't taken a brush to them for at least a
season.

And the noise. Every dog had something to say today. Loudly.

She had put the earplugs in early. And swallowed a couple of aspirins only a few moments ago, washed
down by more caffeine than she normally dared. It made her hands shake, and that wasn't something she
could afford in a business full of sharp blades and shifting clients. No wonder she had lost her childhood
touch with dogs these days.
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