Europe In Autumn
Metadata
- Author: Dave Hutchinson
- ASIN: B00I3KDBD2
- Reference: https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B00I3KDBD2
- Kindle link
Highlights
calmly — location: 71
The whole thing made the border post between Poland and Hindenberg look as inviting as an ivy-decked roadside auberge. — location: 1110
curious
He clicked his teeth together twice and his helmet’s HUD came up, a faint blue grid and discreet columns of figures hanging in front of his eyes. He turned his head left and right, and the figures flicked up and down, giving him proximity readouts. He clicked his teeth again to call up the infra-red overlay and a number of bright patches appeared on the buildings on the other side of the border where boiler chimneys vented their hot gases or the insulation wasn’t as good as it might have been. One rooftop beyond the traffic island absolutely blazed. Rudi tut-tutted soundlessly at the inefficiency. — location: 2062
lol splinter c
It was, he thought, either the work of a genius or a madman. With his father, it was usually impossible to tell which. “Of course, we’d have — location: 3062
:|
Opening the door of one of the cupboards revealed a state-of-the-art entertainment centre, gestural interface, onboard base of thousands of albums and movies. He — location: 3662
streaming
all bent in unison over their morning news or novel, — location: 3870
Ah, fuck it. No hat. He added some underwear and socks, bought a canvas shoulder-bag, waved the phone at the till to pay for his purchases, and used the shop’s changing room to change into his new clothes. — location: 4235
lgstcs spyng
“But you’d better watch yourself the next time you get on a BA flight, old son. Mark my words.” — location: 4310
insane
IN HIS ABSENCE, their landlord, an immensely aged Malaysian whom Lewis had dubbed, for no good reason, The Grasping Bastard, had visited the flat and entrusted to Lewis the twice-yearly — location: 4321
no good reason lol
Seth went back to his seat and his pirouetting smalls, — location: 4363
He shrugged. I am a Coureur, witness my mad spectacle-identifying skillz. “What have you got for me?” — location: 4377
Back in the ’90s the whole area had experienced a spasm of conversion, but by the 2000s nobody could afford the rents so the converted blocks had been sold off, one by one, to housing associations. Artists and students and musicians moved into flats once occupied by young upwardly-mobile couples. — location: 4392
temporl irny
He wardrove around the — location: 4463