And down, down to Goblin-town You go, my lad!
Что только не сделаешь, лишь бы отчет не писать
Делается по фану и для себя. Но почему бы и не выложить и не оттянуть тем самым светлый и радостный миг написания проклятой бумажки

Итак, глава первая. Под катом - перевод. Для изучающих английский - хорошая штука. Продолжение будет, если мне не надоест.

EVEN BEFORE HE GOT ELECTROCUTED, Jason was having a rotten day.
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He woke in the backseat of a school bus, not sure where he was, holding hands with a girl he didn’t know. That wasn’t necessarily the rotten part. The girl was cute, but he couldn’t figure out who she was or what he was doing there. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to think.
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A few dozen kids sprawled in the seats in front of him, listening to iPods, talking, or sleeping. They all looked around his age … fifteen? Sixteen? Okay, that was scary. He didn’t know his own age.
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The bus rumbled along a bumpy road. Out the windows, desert rolled by under a bright blue sky. Jason was pretty sure he didn’t live in the desert. He tried to think back … the last thing he remembered …
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