"Izzy and the father of terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fintushel Eliot)

Johnnyвs out looking, and weвre in the pink. Iвm taking a nap." "Wait. What is four degrees that was three before?" "Relic background radiation, Savvy. I never told you this? Itвs like a pilot light. It flares up when somebody does an epochЋ. It didnвt work though. Iвm taking a nap." Brooking no protest, Izzy turned off the radio and scooted down in his seat. "I am driving with a mad man, and still no female action." 5. The Temporary Thoughts smoked from my skin. "Is he a werewolf, Izzy?" Sarvaduhka whispered.
Izzy said, "Let me snooze." I squeezed Melвs eyes shut to keep from slashing too brutally the delicate inner membrane, with my light. Rising open-armed before Sarvaduhkaвs VW Squareback heading east out of Albuquerque, I bathed them, squinting in the munificence and splendor, till Izzy yanked down the visors. "Snooze, he wants to snooze!" Sarvaduhka said. "Snooze, Izzy, but when do I get my female action? Everything you want to do, we do. Now we have the boy and you are satisfied. But I still have no female action. I never should have left my videos." He pinched a cone of incense from a slot under the ashtray, stuffed it into a compartment in Ganeshaвs back, and lit it clumsily with a cheap butane lighter. Smoke spouted from Ganeshaвs trunk. "You horny bastard," Izzy grumbled, "didnвt I tell you, you get some nooky in