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Название книги: Songbird
Автор(ы): Josephine Cox
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Songbird-165805.html
Copyright © 2008 by Josephine CoxThis book is for my Ken, as always
PART ONE
BedfordTown, 1996A Caged Bird
One
Sometimes, she could make herself believe that the bad things had never happened. And then there were the other times, when she could feel his breath against her face and his hands around her neck, squeezing, choking the life out of her. She could see the loathing in his eyes as the darkness enveloped her.It was Alice – her dearest friend – who had saved her from the dark. Because of that fine, brave woman, her own life had been spared, albeit at a terrible cost.Through the years that followed, the horror of that night had never left her. She remained ever-vigilant. The darkness kept her prisoner, and the daylight was her enemy. And on the rare occasions when she must go out during the daytime, with every step she was looking over her shoulder, anxious to get back and lock herself inside the house alone with her fears.It was a lonely, forsaken existence. Her treasured collection of records and tapes, and the music s
Название книги: Songbird
Автор(ы): Josephine Cox
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Songbird-165805.html
Copyright © 2008 by Josephine CoxThis book is for my Ken, as always
PART ONE
BedfordTown, 1996A Caged Bird
One
Sometimes, she could make herself believe that the bad things had never happened. And then there were the other times, when she could feel his breath against her face and his hands around her neck, squeezing, choking the life out of her. She could see the loathing in his eyes as the darkness enveloped her.It was Alice – her dearest friend – who had saved her from the dark. Because of that fine, brave woman, her own life had been spared, albeit at a terrible cost.Through the years that followed, the horror of that night had never left her. She remained ever-vigilant. The darkness kept her prisoner, and the daylight was her enemy. And on the rare occasions when she must go out during the daytime, with every step she was looking over her shoulder, anxious to get back and lock herself inside the house alone with her fears.It was a lonely, forsaken existence. Her treasured collection of records and tapes, and the music s
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