In the Night Season: A NovelHarper Collins, 27. 10. 2009. - 336 страница Nora Michaelson and her eleven-year-old son, Jason. are going through a difficult adjustment to life after the accidental death of Jason's father. at a time when the family's small business was failing. The loss of Jack Michaelson has left his wife and son nearly destitute. It has also placed their lives in jeopardy. This is a story of terror, and resourcefulness in the face of terror, from a master storyteller. |
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... there , folded like a business letter . He stood gazing at it , in the chill of the morning , and then looked up and down the road . The innocent countryside seemed abruptly almost alien to him , as though it contained some element of ...
... there , folded like a business letter . He stood gazing at it , in the chill of the morning , and then looked up and down the road . The innocent countryside seemed abruptly almost alien to him , as though it contained some element of ...
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... there's nobody else— " " My housekeeper . I've been carrying her , though . She knows I can't really use her , and I've been paying her anyway . She comes in twice a week . She needs the money - there's no motive for her . It has to be ...
... there's nobody else— " " My housekeeper . I've been carrying her , though . She knows I can't really use her , and I've been paying her anyway . She comes in twice a week . She needs the money - there's no motive for her . It has to be ...
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... there was any progress finding out who's respon- sible for all the hate mail . " " Hate mail ? " she said . Three o'clock . There was something about the hour itself now : mid- dle afternoon , the ripened day , the hour when he used to ...
... there was any progress finding out who's respon- sible for all the hate mail . " " Hate mail ? " she said . Three o'clock . There was something about the hour itself now : mid- dle afternoon , the ripened day , the hour when he used to ...
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... there . Occasionally he would send flow- ers to her , for her birthday , or for one of the holidays . He rarely heard anything back . Dear Edward . Thank you for the lovely arrange- ment . Please send no more , as I have very little ...
... there . Occasionally he would send flow- ers to her , for her birthday , or for one of the holidays . He rarely heard anything back . Dear Edward . Thank you for the lovely arrange- ment . Please send no more , as I have very little ...
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... there were dozens of color printers that could have produced these pages . No help . Shaw went out to his car and sat there , looking over his notes . He felt sleepy , sitting in the warmth of the front seat . His own radio star- tled ...
... there were dozens of color printers that could have produced these pages . No help . Shaw went out to his car and sat there , looking over his notes . He felt sleepy , sitting in the warmth of the front seat . His own radio star- tled ...
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