"Robertson, R Garcia - Gone To Glory" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robertson R Garcia Y)

cheer, getting out a grateful croak. The woman was a pigheaded genius, and he
wanted to kiss her. But then Ellenor might really drop him.

Meter by meter he felt himself being hauled to safety. The cold-eyed bitch was
grinning.

As they were drawn aboard the galloping airship, Defoe saw Rigger Ray working
the winch. Lila lay full out on the deck, reaching down to help her mother.
Catwalk Charlie was holding tight to a girder, eyes shut, still waiting for the
flaming crash. Defoe could hear him mumbling:

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Our Satan that art in Hell.
Damned be thy name.
Lead us into temptation,
And encourage our trespasses . . .

Defoe was shocked. Charlie had never looked religious. But a brush with death
will bring out the Devil in anyone.

Gingerly sliding his boot on, Defoe told his navmatrix to take control of the
airship. The Joie righted herself, turning back toward Shacktown.

Heating Ellenor put in her call to Spindle, Defoe wondered how Hello was doing
with Willungha. After murdering two AID workers, trying to frame the Tuch-Dahs,
then bungling the cover-up, Hello had serious problems ahead. But so did
everyone on Glory. And the first 10,000 colonists were already on their way,
leaving Epsilon Eridani at near light speed.