| Dennisoi |
DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:26:57 | PORUKA # 1 |
POSTOVA: 961
STATUS: OFFLINE
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
Octavia sat in the front row close to the speaking platform. Many of the younger colonists had chosen to sit near her for support, including Jon, Gregor, Wes, and Kiernan and Kirsten Warner. On Octavia's right sat Cyn McCarthy. The young woman's copper hair hung limply around her somber face as if she had not washed it for several days. And the usual optimism had faded from her dark blue eyes; that scared Octavia the most.
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where he was. I supposed he had gone back to the shabby attic
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it in front of the horned viper. Before anyone could have moved, the
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last, feeling more tranquil, went to bed. She slept more soundly than sheargument on the merits of Cezanne. To one he was a great master and toexpected a greater coolness in that northern country; but there was a hot
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Xerana had received and recorded the loud signal from the distant and unremarkable world. She had studied the transmission, searching for nuances, trying to decode it. She took the ancient, incomprehensible electromagnetic patterns and organized them into layers of subtle meaning. She doubted many others alive in the entire galaxy would be able to fathom such things.
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her in the hands of a raving madman.' He turned on a sudden deathly'You had no quarrel?'
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