"Brian Lumley - Necroscope 7 - The Last Aerie" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lumley Brian)ghosts. We have access to all of these things .. . now.'
we'll see.' He began to turn away. That 'now' had qualified it. For at the time, Kyle had Trask caught his arm and stopped him. 'Any ideas?' been talking about Harry Keogh. And later he had Goodly sighed. 'I could give you . . . an "educated become Harry Keogh; Keogh's mind in Kyle's body, guess". But I suspect you'd prefer to let it play itself anyway . . . out, right?' Like all hunchmen, he was cautious about The cage jerked to a halt; its doors hissed open; Trask being too specific. The future didn't like being pinned and the unnaturally aged 'girl', and the hologram, got out. down. 8 was even now in enactment, somewhere else. And more Someone had called the elevator; its doors closed and than ever Trask believed he knew this ... victim? And the indicator signalled its descent. As Goodly made to more than ever he suspected that this was a scene from return to his watch, Trask uttered a belated, 'Right,' then another world, even another universe. turned left along the corridor and headed for the Ops On entering the room, the Head of Branch had noted room. And Anna Marie English limped along behind him. In the Ops room they found their colleagues waiting pretty little telepath whose talent was still developing. for them. In front of the briefing podium an area had There seemed little doubt but that one day she would be a been cleared of chairs where eleven espers formed an power in her own right, but right now she was vulnerable inward-facing circle. Trask and the girl made thirteen. A - telepathy could do that to a person - and Trask thought witch's dozen, he thought, wryly. We complete the coven. of her as the kid sister he'd never had. Then there was As the circle opened up and its members adjusted their David Chung, a hugely talented locator and server. He positions the better to accommodate the latecomers, so was slight, wiry, slant-eyed and yellow as they come. But Trask saw the point of the formation. The combined he was British from birth, a Londoner, and fiercely loyal to awareness of the espers added to the hologram's the Branch. All of them were loyal, or else the Branch authentication: to experience the thing as a group was to would fail. Chung tracked Soviet stealth subs, IRA units focus it, lend it definition. And the hitherto nebulous in the field, drug-runners -especially the latter. Addiction mental projection expanded in a moment from a 3-D had killed his parents, which was where his talent had its |
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