"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 01 - Bloodlist" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

wasn't that good. Frozen in place for the day, the body was utterly

still, but occasionally it sent a sensory message along to the brain.

Hard floor.

Footsteps somewhere in the building.

Something crawling on the right hand.

The brain noted it all, but wouldn't or couldn't respond. It was busy

dreaming.

Water, floating, darkness, pressure, blinding light. Cheap birth

symbolism, but the midwife had brass knuckles and a gun. She had
 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html




Sanderson's grinning face and stood aside so the doctor could aim his

own gun and blast me back into the dark forever.

Heat, bad air, clothes soaked with a thousand years of sweat. Voices,

yelling, wanting something. Where is it? Where did you put it?

Fighting them, but no control.

Her hair was a dark nest on the pillow, soft and thick in my fingers.

Sky blue eyes flushing deep red as I gave her blood and she gave me

heaven on earth in return. Where are you? Where--

--did you put it? Just tell us, we'll let you go.

Liar, I forget. I don't know. I'm dying.

I'd always bring her flowers. She didn't eat candy. She never ate. Our

private joke.

Leave me alone, I don't have it, but they kept at me, killing an inch at

a time.