“GRAVEL” на українській мові

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Smashed pieces of glass lay scattered underfoot, sharp and dangerous, or else ground to a gravel that crunched with shocking loudness at every step.

“I want to be inside you,” he managed to say, his voice like gravel.

I pull up to the metal pillar that houses the intercom and have a short conversation with a guy who sounds familiar, but I’m not certain that it’s Mike until I’m admitted and he comes out of the booth beside the beginning of the gravel drive to greet me.

The garden gate is unlocked, and she has her back to it as she weeds the borders to her gravel path, kneeling upon the mat I bought her last Christmas.

If they could get past this section—Her knees buckled, and Nesta went down, face smacking into a rock so hard stars burst across her vision, but all she could do was hold on to Gwyn as they tumbled and slammed into rocks and gravel and rolled and rolled downward, Emerie’s screams ringing in her ears, and then—Nesta collided with someone hard.

By midday they were walled between two straight cliffs of sandy red stone, walking through a gentle rush of water no deeper than his toes over a bed of gravel and littered stones.

On and on out into the sands and the gravel flats and the bare sculpted stone, and each day the killer came back with hastily written reports and words of his own, telling her everything she should know before she arrived.

He probably knew the desert as well as anyone who didn’t actually live there, and the sum of what he knew was that it was mostly made up of great big sand dunes with other bits scattered around like careless sprinkles on a hurriedly decorated cake: flats of gravel and of a milky-white power like crushed glass and a few stretches of hard red clay that the desert men claimed had once been lakes in the long-ago before the half-gods broke the world.

After our conversation I stand on the gravel driveway and look west, out over the Downs, and all the land Max owns.

Tuuran waited a bit, just in case they decided to change their minds and started throwing lightning again; when they didn’t, he got up, stretched his shoulders and wandered around the walls, skirting the smashed chunks of glass from the two fallen towers of what had once been the glorious Palace of Roses, all odd shapes and splinters and corners now, some of them as big as a house, all scattered among glittering gravel.

Back at the estate, the gates were standing open, unattended, and there were so many people, uniforms, at the top of the gravel driveway, with the blue lights of the police cars and the ambulances flashing, flashing, flashing.