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fru-n-quiz10 августа 2025 г."Pity we had to leave before the end," said Mr. Nancy. "I was kind of hoping to see the biggest artificial orchestra in the whole world.""I've seen it," said Czernobog. "It's not so much."25- fru-n-quiz10 августа 2025 г."They worshiped the railroads here, only a blink of an eye ago. And now the iron gods are as forgotten as the emerald hunters…"211
- fru-n-quiz10 августа 2025 г."We should have done this in my mind, not in his," muttered Mr. Nancy to Shadow. "It would have been warmer there.""We're in his mind?""More or less. This is Valaskjalf. It's his old hall."26
- fru-n-quiz9 августа 2025 г.and for a heartbeat Shadow was a child again, and all it took to make him happy was to ride the carousel: he stayed perfectly still, riding his eagle-tiger at the center of everything, and the world revolved around him.Читать далее
Shadow heard himself laugh, over the sound of the music. He was happy. It was as if the last thirty-six hours had never happened, as if the last three years had not happened, as if his life had evaporated into the daydream of a small child, riding the carousel in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, on his first trip back to the States, a marathon journey by ship and by car, his mother standing there, watching him proudly, and himself sucking his melting Popsicle, holding on tightly, hoping that the music would never stop, the carousel would never slow, the ride would never end. He was going around and around and around again…
Then the lights went out, and Shadow saw the gods.210 - fru-n-quiz9 августа 2025 г.They made their way past a display of suits of armor ("Victorian fake," pronounced Wednesday as they passed the glassed-in display,25
- fru-n-quiz9 августа 2025 г.Czernobog inhaled on his cigarette.
"I think," he pronounced, gloomily, "that our kind, we like the cigarettes so much because they remind us of the offerings that once they burned for us, the smoke rising up as they sought our approval or our favor."211 - fru-n-quiz9 августа 2025 г.He was a small man, the kind of little old man who looked as if the passing of the years had shrunk him, eating an enormous, many-scooped ice-cream sundae, drinking a supersized mug of coffee.
<…>The other man, happily toying with his sundae,210