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Название книги: Just After Sunset
Автор(ы): Stephen King
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Just-After-Sunset-148766.html
For Heidi Pitlor“I can fancy what you saw. Yes; it is horrible enough; but after all, it is an old story, an old mystery played… Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form. Oh, Austin, how can it be? How is it that the very sunlight does not turn to blackness before this thing, the hard earth melt and boil beneath such a burden?”Arthur MachenThe Great God Pan
Introduction
One day in 1972, I came home from work and found my wife sitting at the kitchen table with a pair of gardening shears in front of her. She was smiling, which suggested I wasn’t in too much trouble; on the other hand, she said she wanted my wallet. That didn’t sound good.Nevertheless, I handed it over. She rummaged
Название книги: Just After Sunset
Автор(ы): Stephen King
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Just-After-Sunset-148766.html
For Heidi Pitlor“I can fancy what you saw. Yes; it is horrible enough; but after all, it is an old story, an old mystery played… Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form. Oh, Austin, how can it be? How is it that the very sunlight does not turn to blackness before this thing, the hard earth melt and boil beneath such a burden?”Arthur MachenThe Great God Pan
Introduction
One day in 1972, I came home from work and found my wife sitting at the kitchen table with a pair of gardening shears in front of her. She was smiling, which suggested I wasn’t in too much trouble; on the other hand, she said she wanted my wallet. That didn’t sound good.Nevertheless, I handed it over. She rummaged
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