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Название книги: Blood Harvest
Автор(ы): S Bolton
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Harvest-169869.html
The Fletchers' beautiful new house is everything they dreamed it would be. Built between two churches in Heptonclough, a small village on the moors that time forgot, it ought to be paradise for this young family of five, but they barely have a chance to settle in before they find that they're anythingCopyright © S.J. Bolton 2010
For the Coopers, who built their big, shiny new houseon the crest of a moor…‘Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher (1844-1900)
Prologue
3 NovemberIT HAD HAPPENED, THEN; WHAT ONLY HINDSIGHT COULD HAVE told him he’d been dreading. It was almost a relief, in a way, knowing the worst was over, that he didn’t have to pretend any more. Maybe now he could stop acting like this was an ordinary town, that these were normal people. Harry took a deep breath, and learned that death smells of drains, of damp soil and of heavy-duty plastic.The skull, less than six feet away, looked tiny. As tho
Название книги: Blood Harvest
Автор(ы): S Bolton
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blood-Harvest-169869.html
The Fletchers' beautiful new house is everything they dreamed it would be. Built between two churches in Heptonclough, a small village on the moors that time forgot, it ought to be paradise for this young family of five, but they barely have a chance to settle in before they find that they're anythingCopyright © S.J. Bolton 2010
For the Coopers, who built their big, shiny new houseon the crest of a moor…‘Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher (1844-1900)
Prologue
3 NovemberIT HAD HAPPENED, THEN; WHAT ONLY HINDSIGHT COULD HAVE told him he’d been dreading. It was almost a relief, in a way, knowing the worst was over, that he didn’t have to pretend any more. Maybe now he could stop acting like this was an ordinary town, that these were normal people. Harry took a deep breath, and learned that death smells of drains, of damp soil and of heavy-duty plastic.The skull, less than six feet away, looked tiny. As tho
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