4 (french) Werber, Bernard

The man is terrified of what is happening: a woman has
KO To force people to send in artificial paradises, He
suspects that the real must be less runny. He tries
desperately to resume the shreds of his string of money,
accumulating double knots and knot security. But in death
as in life, there is no joker. The Cats may have nine lives,
but not men. Lost is lost. No node Hashishins does.
Floup!
The Old Man of the Mountain is drawn by light as a bit by a
siphon to drain. Among the mercenaries survivors is the
stampede.
We breathe a sigh of relief. Amandine us beg to try to save
her husband as we have done to Rose, but we all know that
to Freddy, he is too late and we can not.
Sorry, we leave the vortex of Paradise. We came out on the
edge of the flared black hole where the stars their last rays
of incandescent howl of agony before to be sucked.
Descent. ‘re Back the solar system. Slalom between
planets. Hello again the Russian cosmonauts who have
little no progress since our first visit. Crossing a field of
meteorites. Braking near the moon. Already turquoise ball
of earth is looming in our bellies. Here in Europe, here in
France, Paris here. Can not get lost. Your ectoplasmic cord
you back always at your starting point.