Book Preview How much of this blood is his?” a woman asked. “Most of it, I’m afraid,” a second woman said as they both rushed along beside him. As Richard fought to focus his mind on his need to remain conscious, the breathless voices sounded to him as if they were coming from some great … Read more
Book Preview You knew they were there, didn’t you?” Kahlan asked in a hushed tone as she leaned closer. Against the darkening sky, she could just make out the shapes of three black-tipped races taking to wing, beginning their nightly hunt. That was why he’d stopped. That was what he’d been watching as the rest … Read more
Book Preview Picking through the dead man’s pockets, Jennsen Daggett came across the last thing in the world she would ever have expected to find. Startled, she sat back on her heels. The raw breeze ruffled her hair as she stared wide-eyed at the words written in precise, blocky letters on the small square of … Read more
Book Preview She didn’t remember dying. With an obscure sense of apprehension, she wondered if the distant angry voices drifting in to her meant she was again about to experience that transcendent ending: death. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it if she was. While she didn’t remember dying, she dimly recalled, at … Read more
Book Preview “I WONDER WHAT’S BOTHERING the chickens,” Richard said. Kahlan nuzzled tighter against his shoulder. “Maybe your grandfather is pestering them now, too.” When he didn’t reply, she tilted her head back to squint up at him in the dim firelight. He was watching the door. “Or maybe they’re grouchy because we kept them … Read more
Book Preview “Let me kill him,” Cara said, her boot strikes sounding like rawhide mallets hammering the polished marble floor. The supple leather boots Kahlan wore beneath her elegant, white Confessor’s dress whispered against the cold stone as he tried to keep pace without letting her legs break into a run. Cara exhibited no response, … Read more
Book Preview Many thanks, as ever, to my editor, James Frenkel, for the adept way he keeps raising the bar; to my British editor, Caroline Oakley, and the good people at Orion for their devotion to excellence; to James Minz for the great line; to Linda Quinlon and the sales and marketing staff for their … Read more
Book Preview Rachel clutched her doll tighter to her chest and stared at the dark thing watching her from the bushes. At least she thought it was watching her. It was hard to tell because the eyes were as dark as the rest of it, except when the light caught them just right; then they … Read more
Book Preview I would like to thank some special people: My father, Leo, for never once telling me to read, but instead reading himself, and thus infecting me with curiosity. My good friends, Rachel Kahlandt and Gloria Avner, for taking on the task of reading the raw manuscript and offering valuable insights, and for their … Read more
Book Preview This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it. How is such a thing possible? I’ll do my best to explain. As a child, I had simply no interest in books. I hated reading, I was very bad at it, and besides, how could you take the … Read more
Book Preview 1 Police floodlights lit the backyard, insects flew crazy squiggles in the faux daylight, and I followed a lackluster cop down to Christmas Lake. We stepped onto a dock of fiberglass planks. It jiggled underfoot. A red rowing shell lay at the end, overturned and chained to a galvanized post. It was 4:30 … Read more
Book Preview 1 Minneapolis had a brown Christmas. It happens, sometimes. Store owners complain about not selling sleds, skis, and shovels, but no one else seems to mind. We know what’s coming. And just after midnight on January 4 it did, falling wet and heavy. Eighteen inches on an earth frozen stiff by a … Read more
Book Preview 1 Beverly Mayer sat tall, strong, and upright. Her blue eyes sparkled. A pair of reading glasses hung around her neck from a gold chain. Her gray hair appeared long but was twisted and folded on top of her head like a challah. She wore a soft pink suit of thick wool. … Read more
Book Preview 1 I saw Roger Engstrom three times—the second two he was dead. But the first time he sat on a tufted leather chair in the Saint Paul Hotel’s Harold Stassen Suite with a Yorkshire terrier on his lap. The dog was the result of neither intelligent design nor natural selection. Man created … Read more
Book Preview William Golding was born in Cornwall in 1991. He – was educated at Marlborough Grammar School and at Brasenose College, Oxford, after which he worked as an actor, a lecturer, a small craft sailor, a musician, and finally a schoolmaster. A now rare volume, Poems, appeared in 1934. He joined the Royal Navy … Read more
Book Preview About the Book When a body is found buried near the desolate forest road of Kellers Way, Detective Melanie Carter must identify the victim if she is to have any chance of finding the killer. That’s no easy task with fragmentary evidence from a crime committed years earlier and a conspiracy of silence … Read more
Book Preview About the Book In the lucrative world of Wall Street finance, Vincent, Jules, Sylvie and Sam are the ultimate high-flyers. Ruthlessly ambitious, they make billion-dollar deals and live lives of outrageous luxury. Getting rich is all that matters, and they’ll do anything to get ahead. When the four of them become trapped in … Read more
Book Preview FROM FAR AWAY the trees at Bentley College appeared as if on fire, crowns of nuclear leaves dotting the skyline. Professor William Lansing knew it meant that fall had firmly arrived. Once October hit, the Connecticut campus became festooned with brilliant yellows, deep reds, and Sunkist orange nature. People traveled for miles to … Read more