|Formát:||14,9 x 21 cm|
|Nakladatel:||Hodder & Stoughton|
BAG OF BONES
He went to Dark Score Lake to confront his past. Now he might drown in it . . .
When Mike Noonan's wife dies unexpectedly, the bestselling author suffers from writer's block. Until he is drawn to his summer home, the beautiful lakeside retreat called Sara Laughs.
Here Mike finds the once familiar town in the tyrannical grip of millionaire Max Devore. Devore is hell-bent on getting custody of his deceased son's daughter and is twisting the fabric of the community to this purpose.
Three year old Kyra and her young mother turn to Mike for help. And Mike finds them increasingly irresistible.
But there are other more sinister forces at Sara Laughs - and Kyra can feel them too . . .
You can run. You can hide. Just don't pick up . . .
The event which propels civilisation into its second dark age is known as The Pulse. The virus is carried by every cellular phone operating in the world. Within hours, those receiving calls will be infected. Clayton Riddell, an artist and young father, knows he has to reach his son before the boy switches on his phone. But time is running out . . .
Jealousy isn't a green-eyed monster. She's a red Plymouth Fury.
Christine, blood-red, fat, and finned, is twenty. Her promise lies all in her past. Greedy and big, she is Arnie's obsession, a '58 Plymouth Fury. Broken down but not finished.
There is still power in her - a frightening power that leaks like sump oil, staining and corrupting. A malign power that corrodes the mind and turns ownership into Possession.
'This is the story of a lover's triangle...'
Welcome to the Overlook Hotel. You'll never want to leave . . .
Danny is only five years old, but in the words of old Mr Hallorann he is a 'shiner', aglow with psychic voltage. When his father becomes caretaker of the Overlook Hotel, Danny's visions grow out of control.
As winter closes in and blizzards cut them off, the hotel seems to develop a life of its own. It is meant to be empty. So who is the lady in Room 217 and who are the masked guests going up and down in the elevator? And why do the hedges shaped like animals seem so alive?
Somewhere, somehow, there is an evil force in the hotel - and that, too, is beginning to shine . . .