The Anxiety of Kalix the Werewolf. Martin Millar

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Название The Anxiety of Kalix the Werewolf
Автор произведения Martin Millar
Жанр Городское фэнтези
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Издательство Городское фэнтези
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isbn 9781619023611



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       Chapter 124

       Chapter 125

       Chapter 126

       Chapter 127

       Chapter 128

       Chapter 129

       Chapter 130

       Chapter 131

       Chapter 132

       Chapter 133

       Chapter 134

       Chapter 135

       Chapter 136

       Chapter 137

       Chapter 138

       Chapter 139

       Chapter 140

       Chapter 141

       Chapter 142

       Chapter 143

       Chapter 144

       Chapter 145

       Chapter 146

       Chapter 147

       Chapter 148

       Chapter 149

       Chapter 150

       Chapter 151

       Chapter 152

       Chapter 153

       Chapter 154

       Chapter 155

       Chapter 156

       Chapter 157

       Chapter 158

       Chapter 159

       Chapter 160

       Chapter 161

       Chapter 162

       Chapter 163

       Chapter 164

       Chapter 165

       Chapter 166

       Chapter 167

       Chapter 168

       Chapter 169

       Chapter 170

       Chapter 171

       Chapter 172

       Chapter 173

       Chapter 174

       Chapter 175

       Chapter 176

       Chapter 177

       Chapter 178

       Chapter 179

       Chapter 180

       Chapter 181

       Chapter 182

       Chapter 183

       Chapter 184

       Chapter 185

       Chapter 186

      THE ANXIETY OF

      KALIX THE WEREWOLF

       Eighteen years in the past.

      Markus MacRinnalch was used to being treated with respect. As the son of the Thane, he was an important figure in the werewolf clan, and he was popular at the castle. Women in particular were always fond of him.

      Apart from Dominil, thought Markus. For a nine-year-old, she’s certainly mastered the art of withering contempt.

      His young cousin regarded him with scorn. “Don’t you know anything?” she said. “I’m not an albino. I’m leucistic. It’s a completely different condition.”

      “All right,” said Markus, raising his voice against the wind. “You’re leucistic. Now could you put some clothes on and get back to the castle?”

      Dominil, standing in her underwear, in a snowdrift that reached up to her waist, showed no inclination