6lib.ru - Электронная Библиотека
Название книги: Wicked Game
Автор(ы): Lisa Jackson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Wicked-Game-149605.html
The first book in the Oregon Coast – Wicked series, 2009Special thanks to Terry of Iron Station, North Carolina, for supplying the character name for Butterfinger, the cat in this book.
Prologue
St. Elizabeth’s campusFebruary 1989Midnight…Mother Mary, help me!Oh, please…save me!The girl rushed headlong through the maze and rising mist. She stumbled, her face grazed by a poking branch.“Damn.” Clapping a hand to her cheek, she instantly felt the warmth of blood welling against her fingers. It spurred her onward. She kept running, moving, breathing hard. Her calf muscles ached, her lungs burned, and still the midnight rain washed over her, cold and cruel.This is wrong. Oh, God, so wrong.It shouldn’t be this way! Couldn’t!Glancing over her shoulder, she listened hard, deafened by her own heartbeats. She wasn’t lost. She knew where she was. She knew the twists and turns that would take her to this maze’s center, and once there, she believed there was another exit-maybe two-though it had been so long since she’d seen them. Sh
Название книги: Wicked Game
Автор(ы): Lisa Jackson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Wicked-Game-149605.html
The first book in the Oregon Coast – Wicked series, 2009Special thanks to Terry of Iron Station, North Carolina, for supplying the character name for Butterfinger, the cat in this book.
Prologue
St. Elizabeth’s campusFebruary 1989Midnight…Mother Mary, help me!Oh, please…save me!The girl rushed headlong through the maze and rising mist. She stumbled, her face grazed by a poking branch.“Damn.” Clapping a hand to her cheek, she instantly felt the warmth of blood welling against her fingers. It spurred her onward. She kept running, moving, breathing hard. Her calf muscles ached, her lungs burned, and still the midnight rain washed over her, cold and cruel.This is wrong. Oh, God, so wrong.It shouldn’t be this way! Couldn’t!Glancing over her shoulder, she listened hard, deafened by her own heartbeats. She wasn’t lost. She knew where she was. She knew the twists and turns that would take her to this maze’s center, and once there, she believed there was another exit-maybe two-though it had been so long since she’d seen them. Sh
Навигация с клавиатуры: следующая страница - или ,
предыдущая -
