Ладошки, у меня РАНЧИК РОДИЛСЯ! :-)
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Ранчик родился!
Андрей AKA Andrew Nugged
Ладошки служат как архив программ для Palm OS и Poclet PC / Windows Mobile
и разрешённых книг с 15 окрября 2000 года.
Роджер Желязны (1937-1995) — легенда и гений мировой фантастики и фэнтези. Лауреат множества престижных премий и наград жанра. Мир его книг — диковинный мир, где рядом с величайшими достижениями технократической цивилизации соседствует средневековое волшебство. Удивительный мир грез и переплетающихся реальностей заставляет читателя не только следить за динамикой сюжета и приключениями главных героев, но и задумываться над вечными вопросами борьбы Добра и Зла, и смыслом существования Вселенной.
отрывок из произведения:
...Glad I'd planned on leaving Merlin in the Crystal Cave for a long while. Glad he didn't stay the entire time. As I interrupted our trumped conversation by kicking over my glass of iced tea and shouting «Shit! I spilled it-» I turned over the Trump of Doom in my good hand.
Junkyard Forest. Nice sketch, that. Though it didn't matter what it depicted, which is why I'd had Merlin fan the cards face down and had drawn one at random. That was for show, to confuse the Pattern. All of them led to places within spitting distance of the Crystal Cave-which had been the real reason for their existence in the first place. Their only purpose had been to draw Merlin into the Cave's orbit, at which point a blue crystal warning system was to have alerted me. The plan was for me to get there in a hurry and find a way to make him a prisoner.
Unfortunately, I hadn't gotten the message when he'd drawn the Sphinx to escape from mom. Her neurotoxins had canceled a necessary trigger signal from his nervous system-just one of the many ways she's messed up my plans without half-trying. Didn't matter, though, in the long run. I got Merlin there, anyway. Only... everything changed after that...
...Glad I'd planned on leaving Merlin in the Crystal Cave for a long while. Glad he didn't stay the entire time. As I interrupted our trumped conversation by kicking over my glass of iced tea and shouting «Shit! I spilled it-» I turned over the Trump of Doom in my good hand.
