"Robert A. Metzger - In the Shadow of Bones" - читать интересную книгу автора (Metzger Robert)

rainbow-colored barge, and even watch the Earth spin by as he floated in
the Hilton lobby of the Low Earth One. And I had promised to take him.
I had made that promise almost as often as he had updated his list.
And Nicky, always smiling, his eyes always trusting, would just rock
back and forth in his wheelchair and dream of the day weтАЩd visit all those
places. For him, it was his only reason for being, while for me, it was a
game, a game I played with a sick little brother who I knew could barely
survive a drive to the corner vid store. I played the game until the day he
died; until the day they all died.

тАЬWeтАЩve finally started,тАЭ I said, and pulling out a stub of pencil from my
shirt pocket, I crossed out the entry for the Santa Monica Pier.
Refolding the list carefully, I stuffed it back into the pack. But before I
removed my hand, I grabbed onto something hard, something that felt
gritty and chalk-like. When I pulled that something out, I found myself
holding a third metacarpal from the right hand. In bright red paint,