Balder Ex-Libris - Calverhall Randolph O.Review of books rare and missing2024-03-16T01:56:42+00:00urn:md5:aa728a70505b2fae05796923271581c2DotclearCalverhall Randolph O. - Serpent's Walkurn:md5:3cc79feaea19686f851bb6d905436af42013-03-30T00:10:00+00:002013-03-30T00:12:51+00:00balderCalverhall Randolph O.Novel <p><img src="https://balderexlibris.com/public/img2/.Calverhall_Randolph_O_-_Serpent_s_Walk_s.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author : <strong>Calverhall Randolph O.</strong><br />
Title : <strong>Serpent's Walk</strong><br />
Year : 1991<br />
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There were two men in the dank, cluttered back-office of the lithographer's shop. He who stood in front of the table wore faded workpants and a black, leather biker's jacket. The jacket was old and frayed, its decals flaking, its once-angry motto now illegible. The other man sat in shadow. Posture hinted at a yolmgerperson, a sophisticated man, one who might be acceptable in the upper strata of society. The black-jacketed man could see little more than a thin tie upon a white shirt, a black ribbon painted down the middle of a dazzling highway that glowed blue-white behind the table's one fluorescent work lamp. Two arms sheathed in lead-grey tweed extended out of the darkness that was the man's torso, and pale fmgers plucked at the dog-eared files heaped upon the table top, pallid spiders scuttling about amidst a moonscape of buff and white papers and scarred, chestnut-hued wood. "Best we could do on short notice," the biker said. He was a diffident, ordinary sort. His face was raddled with pockmarks, and his complexion reminded the other of red-brick walls slathered over with graffiti. <strong>...</strong></p>