capitalistka 30 июля 2014 г., 12:40 Пожаловаться ‘When I asked about ghosts, vampires and werewolves and you said I hadn’t scratched the surface, you weren’t joking, were you?’ Nightingale shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Shit,’ I said. Rivers of London Ben Aaronovitch 3,7