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Название книги: The Right Hand of Evil
Автор(ы): John Saul
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Right-Hand-of-Evil-196189.html
FOR ROBB MILLER AND LORI DICKENSONWho persevere through everything, and make the wheels of life turn more smoothly.
Prologue
Alive. It was still alive. She could feel it inside her. It was moving again, twisting and writhing in her belly.She'd hoped it would die.Hoped. And prayed. Since the moment she first felt it inside her, she'd fallen to her knees, begging God to deliver her from the evil within her-desperate prayers that continued through long days and longer nights. Sleep never came, for she dared not ever let down her guard, not ever relax her vigilance against the evil even for a few seconds of blessed release from the terror. Lying awake on dank sheets, listening to the whine of insects beyond the window, how many times had she gotten up from her bed in the meanest hours to stand at the window, gazing out into the black abyss, wondering if she shouldn't open the screen and let the predators in?Once, she slashed through the mesh with ragged nails, ripping the screen to shreds, tearing open he
Название книги: The Right Hand of Evil
Автор(ы): John Saul
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Right-Hand-of-Evil-196189.html
FOR ROBB MILLER AND LORI DICKENSONWho persevere through everything, and make the wheels of life turn more smoothly.
Prologue
Alive. It was still alive. She could feel it inside her. It was moving again, twisting and writhing in her belly.She'd hoped it would die.Hoped. And prayed. Since the moment she first felt it inside her, she'd fallen to her knees, begging God to deliver her from the evil within her-desperate prayers that continued through long days and longer nights. Sleep never came, for she dared not ever let down her guard, not ever relax her vigilance against the evil even for a few seconds of blessed release from the terror. Lying awake on dank sheets, listening to the whine of insects beyond the window, how many times had she gotten up from her bed in the meanest hours to stand at the window, gazing out into the black abyss, wondering if she shouldn't open the screen and let the predators in?Once, she slashed through the mesh with ragged nails, ripping the screen to shreds, tearing open he
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