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The Last Astronomer of BloomsburyThe room at number forty-two Pantechnicon Square had a ceiling so low that Alistair Finch had to stoop when he walked, and even then his shoulders brushed the wallpaper every third step. It did not bother him. He had long ago stopped measuring his body against the room. The room measured itself against him and found wanting. The prototype stood in the centre of that measurement, covered by a...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 0 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
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The Eleventh CandleI. Arthur Pendelton was dismissed on a Tuesday in October, 1851. He did not find out from his supervisor. He found out from a notice posted on the bulletin board of the Electric Telegraph Company's Soho office, pasted between a job listing for a railway clerk and an advertisement for wormwood tincture. The notice was dated the previous Friday and bore the seal of the company's management...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The screens showed everything.Agent Thomas Reeves sat in the basement of the Global Data Center on the forty-second floor of a building that didn't appear on any city map, watching the live feeds from cameras, microphones, and data harvesters scattered across the city. New York was a grid of light and sound and numbers—every phone call, every email, every text message, every heartbeat recorded and stored in servers that...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE LAST WALLThe stone was cold beneath Edward's gloved hands. He ran his palm along the face of it, feeling for the cracks his predecessors had spent a thousand years cataloguing. There were none today. The wall held. It always held. Edward Blackthorne, seventieth Lord Keeper of the Morvayne Ramparts, walked the parapet at midnight, as he had every night for twelve years. The moon was a sliver of bone in a...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The man in the gray suitThe rain was falling on Los Angeles the way it always fell—hard, indifferent, with the kind of persistence that suggested the city was being punished for something it couldn't remember doing. Thomas Gray watched it from the window of his office on Sunset Boulevard, drinking coffee from a paper cup that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. His office was exactly what you would expect from a private...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 7 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE FIRST SEED OF PERSEUSTHE FIRST SEED OF PERSEUS The Perseus had been traveling for three thousand seven hundred years, and Genevieve de la Cour was the last person alive who could remember what Earth smelled like. She was twenty-six, though no one who looked at her would have guessed it. The ship's environmental systems had slowed her aging to a near standstill — one of the privileges of being born into the First...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 9 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Event Horizon's LullabyThe singularity is not a point; it is a scream that never ends. I am Alan, and I am currently falling into the heart of Gargantua. Around me, the *Sentry* station is being torn apart like a piece of wet tissue. The alarms are screaming, but they sound distant, slowed down by the crushing gravity. My mission was simple: trigger the Collapse Core. If I can ignite the singularity from the inside,...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Moral Void(A Political Thriller) Senator Vance was the gold standard of American integrity. With a silver mane and a voice that could soothe a riot, he had spent thirty years crafting a public image of unwavering morality. He was the man the party called when they needed a conscience, the Senator who stood for the "forgot uma" and the "forgotten values." But the gold was a plating. Beneath the surface,...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Silent CommitteeMarcus Clarke had spent twelve years in Washington learning one thing: nobody knew anything about anything. The senators thought the generals didn't know what the generals were doing. The generals thought the intelligence community didn't know what the intelligence community was doing. And everyone thought the president knew, but Marcus had worked in the West Wing for three years and he could...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 10 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Title: The Last Archivist of the AshThe city of Oros did not fall in a day; it dissolved over a century. Once the beacon of the Western World, it was now a skeleton of marble and rust, surrounded by a sea of grey ash. Kael was the last of the Archivists, a man whose only purpose was to catalog the fragments of a world that no longer existed. Kael possessed the "Siphon," a piece of ancient technology that could extract the latent...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Contract at MayfairThe Contract at Mayfair She discovered him in the third alcove of St. James's Club, behind a curtain of dark mahogany and velvet that most people assumed concealed only a passage to the billiard room. Charles was leaning against the carved panel, one elbow resting at an angle that spoke of practiced nonchalance, and the woman before him—ladylike enough in appearance, though her gown was the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Blood on the BluffThe DuBois plantation smelled of decay and jasmine, which was fitting, because it was both beautiful and rotten in equal measure. Silas DuBois had spent twenty-five years walking these grounds, watching the cypress trees groan under the weight of Spanish moss, watching the paint peel from the porches like sunburned skin. He was the family waste. The disappointment. The second son who had been...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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