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Название книги: Haunted Air
Автор(ы): F. Paul Wilson
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Haunted-Air-194009.html
The Haunted Air by F. Paul Wilson.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTSI owe a debt to works by James Randi (An Encyclopedia of Claims, Frauds, and Hoaxes of the Occult and Supernatural, The Psychic Healers, and Flim-Flam!) and M. Lamar Keene (The Psychic Mafia). These acted as invaluable guidebooks on what to look for on my visits to Spiritualist churches and psychic mediums.Thanks to the usual crew for their editorial help on the manuscript: my wife Mary; my editor David Hartwell; his assistant Moshe Feder; Elizabeth Monteleone; Steven Spruill; and my agent Albert Zuckerman. And thanks to Blake Dollens, typo master, for his help with this edition.
FRIDAY1The bride wore white.Only she wasn't a bride and the dress-two sizes too small at least-had faded to beige."Can I ask again," Jack said, leaning toward Gia, "why our hostess is wearing her wedding dress?"Gia, seated next to him on the tattered, thirdhand-store sofa, sipped from her plastic cup of white wine. "You may."A casual little get-together, Gia had told him. Some of her artist fr
Название книги: Haunted Air
Автор(ы): F. Paul Wilson
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Haunted-Air-194009.html
The Haunted Air by F. Paul Wilson.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTSI owe a debt to works by James Randi (An Encyclopedia of Claims, Frauds, and Hoaxes of the Occult and Supernatural, The Psychic Healers, and Flim-Flam!) and M. Lamar Keene (The Psychic Mafia). These acted as invaluable guidebooks on what to look for on my visits to Spiritualist churches and psychic mediums.Thanks to the usual crew for their editorial help on the manuscript: my wife Mary; my editor David Hartwell; his assistant Moshe Feder; Elizabeth Monteleone; Steven Spruill; and my agent Albert Zuckerman. And thanks to Blake Dollens, typo master, for his help with this edition.
FRIDAY1The bride wore white.Only she wasn't a bride and the dress-two sizes too small at least-had faded to beige."Can I ask again," Jack said, leaning toward Gia, "why our hostess is wearing her wedding dress?"Gia, seated next to him on the tattered, thirdhand-store sofa, sipped from her plastic cup of white wine. "You may."A casual little get-together, Gia had told him. Some of her artist fr
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