Prince of Ponies. Stacy Gregg
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Название: Prince of Ponies

Автор: Stacy Gregg

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9780008332327

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2019

      Published in this ebook edition in 2019

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      Text copyright © Stacy Gregg 2019

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      Source ISBN: 9780008332310

      Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008332327

      Version: 2019-07-22

       For Brin. Really? Yes, really.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

      Poland 1945

      Chapter 1: The Master of Horses

      Berlin 2019

      Chapter 2: The Hunter of Grunewald

       Chapter 6: The Red Army

       Chapter 7: The Method

       Chapter 8: Evil Unchecked

       Chapter 9: A Hundred Falls

       Chapter 10: Horses for the Führer

       Chapter 11: The Sommergarten

       Chapter 12: The Black Train

       Chapter 13: Countdown to Grand Prix

       Chapter 14: The Bunker

       Chapter 15: Mira’s Journey

       Chapter 16: No Horse Left Behind

       Chapter 17: Grand Prix

       Chapter 18: Champions

       Chapter 19: Return of the Prince

       Epilogue: The True Story of the Stolen Horses of the Second World War

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Poland 1945

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      Zofia edged her way down the ladder in total darkness, feeling her way with bare feet from step to step. She had considered turning on the lights but dismissed the notion as too dangerous. For all she knew, the Colonel was sitting at his desk right now, staring out across the courtyard. From there he would see the lights glowing in the stable block and know that she was on the move.

      In the darkness, the ladder wobbled beneath her, making her stomach lurch, but she knew she must be nearly there. Only a couple more rungs and then she’d be down on ground level …

      Made it! She felt the cold concrete floor under her feet and paused for a moment to calm her racing heartbeat. Then she continued, reaching out into the pitch black, feeling her way blindly, inching ahead with shuffling, tiny steps, until her fingertips bumped up against the wall. From here, she had her bearings and now her hands would serve as her eyes. Her fingers crept like Incy Wincy Spider along the stones until they touched the rough-hewn wood of the first door. Over the door, footsteps quickening, and then she was touching stone again, repeating the process from one door to another – one, two, three – until at last she’d reached the fourth door.

      Was she certain that she had the right one or had she miscounted?

      Yes – he was here! She could hear him on the other side of the door, restless and moving about.

      “Shhhh,” she whispered. “It’s OK, I’m here now. I’m here …”

      He didn’t like being alone at night. Neither did she. They always stayed together. But tonight the Colonel had forbidden it. He’d taken her aside at dinner, his face very serious.

      “It is important that you stay in the hayloft tonight,” he had told her. And when she’d asked him why, he’d simply replied, “Because we have visitors coming.”

      Visitors. No explanation other СКАЧАТЬ