The ebb and flow of moods and styles is excellent despite the variety of artists - no small feat there. Let them have it nowWhisperings Solo Piano Volume 2 is the third compilation from the Whisperings Solo Piano Radio group of artists (the second was a Christmas album), and what an inspiring collection it is! Sixteen artists are represented and all of the music was recorded and mastered at Piano Haven by Joe Bongiorno, giving the album a much more consistent and even sound than that of most compilations. But his voice was steady enough as he spoke, relaxed and almost casual.Right. Even as he spoke he could hear the soft scrape as the three others slid their automatic barrels across and between the protective rocks in front of them, could feel the wave of revulsion that washed through his mind. I'll take the white helmet in the middle, Louki. The middle of the ragged line of advancing soldiers, slipping and stumbling on the treacherous scree, had almost reached the lower limits of the blackened, stunted remains of the copse.They've come far enough. Bitter-mouthed, savage, the American was swearing softly and continuously, oblivious to the pain as he pounded his fist time and again into the sharp-edged gravel before him. Then he became aware of the low murmuring to his left, shifted round again. The gravelly earth beneath his elbows grated harshly as Mallory shifted his weight slightly, looked at the two men to his right, Andrea with his impassive face empty of all expression, Louki with the sheen of tears in his eyes. The sudden silence was curiously oppressive, louder, more obtrusive than the clamour that had gone before. The frenetic stammering of the machine-guns stopped abruptly and in unison, the sound sheared off as by a guillotine. But what in the universe that other weird looking contraption can be. He squinted again at the guns, forehead lined in puzzlement.That first one's a mortar, I reckon. I was only sayin' what Louki told me, he said defensively.Īh, well, mebbe I was mistaken, Miller said magnanimously. Mallory touched his arm.What is it, Dusty? He risked a quick peep round one of the boulders, eased himself back again.Eight, mebbe ten of them still down there, boss, he reported.The poor bastards are like ostriches-trying to take cover behind stones the size of an orange.

That inhuman bastard that sent these poor devils up that hill, Mallory said quietly.Make a wonderful pietare seen over the sights of your rifle, wouldn't he? Miller studied the guns drawn up on the road behind the two trucks and cleared his throat.Ībruptly Miller's smile vanished and he nodded. The quiet voice was almost a prayer.That's all I ask.

Mallory stared at him, slowly released his grip on the glasses, nodded several times in succession. They will, Mallory assured him.Just as soon as we fire and they find out where we are.

But he was grateful to the New Zealander for trying to take their minds off what they had to do.Why don't they use them? That's right, Miller gowled.Cheer us all up. He reached out for his field-glasses but stopped in surprise as Andrea leaned across Louki and caught him by the wrist before he could lift the binoculars.Whats the matter, Andrea? Any second now, Mallory said softly.I only hope that our friend Turzig isn't among this lot.

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