-
141 Beiträge
-
0 Fotos
-
0 Videos
-
Female
-
21/02/2005
-
Follower 0 Menschen
Neueste Updates
-
The Boston WhispersThe bullet had missed Jack Morrisey by three inches and taken most of his left ear with it. Not literally—he still had his ear—but the back portion had been sheared away in the chaos of a North End warehouse shootout in 1951, leaving a pink, hairless crescent that made him look like someone had taken a bite out of his head. He wore a cap indoors to compensate, a brown newsboy cap that had...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 19 Ansichten 0 BewertungenBitte loggen Sie sich ein, um liken, teilen und zu kommentieren!
-
Ruth Hammond got drunk at her own birthday party and danced with a man she had never met, and she did it on purpose.Ruth Hammond got drunk at her own birthday party and danced with a man she had never met, and she did it on purpose. It was 1924, and Long Island was full of people who had made fortunes during the war or through selling things to the government, and Ruths father, Mr. Hammond, was one of the men who had made the most fortunes of all. He believed in two things with equal conviction: that...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 20 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
Claire Durand arrived at Grey Valley on a Tuesday in late September, and the first thing she noticed was that the epiphyllum flowers in the garden were blooming.Claire Durand arrived at Grey Valley on a Tuesday in late September, and the first thing she noticed was that the epiphyllum flowers in the garden were blooming. They were not supposed to be blooming. The old housekeeper, a woman named Mrs. Hallet who moved through the corridors of Grey Valley like a ghost who had not quite realized she was dead, had been explicit about this: The epiphyllums...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 19 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
Cold War ShadowsThe rain in Berlin did not fall; it drifted, a grey shroud that clung to the concrete scars of the Wall. Elias sat in the dim light of a safehouse in Pankow, the smell of stale tobacco and damp wool filling the room. Across from him sat Elena. She was beautiful in a way that felt like a warning—sharp angles, eyes that had seen too many midnight interrogations, and a smile that never reached her...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 19 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Observatory of Lost StarsThe telescope had not moved for three nights. Arthur Windsor pressed his eye to the brass eyepiece until the cold metal warmed against his skin, until the world beyond the glass became the only world that mattered. The signals had begun six weeks ago. At first he thought them instrument error—a vibration in the mounting, a flaw in the lens, the fatigue of a man who had spent too many hours...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 20 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Archive of Whispers(Act I: The Forbidden Shelf) The village of Oakhaven was a place where the fog never lifted and the clocks always ran slow. Julian was the town's only librarian, a man who preferred the company of dead authors to living neighbors. He spent his days in the basement of the Great Library, a subterranean labyrinth of leather-bound secrets. He was obsessed with the "Chronicles of the Void," a series...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 20 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Cage of Two FacesThe mirror in the Beaumont townhouse was the first thing Isabelle de Montclair noticed when she arrived on Rue de Varenne. It was a full-length piece, framed in curved Art Nouveau silver, and it showed her face with an accuracy that felt almost cruel. Twenty-five years old, pale, dark-haired, with eyes that held a question she had spent her entire life avoiding. She had come to Paris at the...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 19 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Pattern in the MindDr. Adrian Cross stood at the front of the lecture hall and watched the audience file in, and he did what he always did at the beginning of a semester: he counted them. Not because he cared about enrollment numbers—he did, but not in the way that administrators cared, in the way that gardeners care about the number of seeds they have before they know which ones will sprout and which ones will...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 18 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Fog of SterlingIn the suffocating embrace of 1890s London, where the smog clung to the cobblestones like a burial shroud, Arthur Sterling lived in a gilded cage of his own making. He was the titan of the Sterling Textile Empire, a man whose wealth could buy the silence of Parliament, yet whose house was a tomb of echoing silence. For thirty years, Arthur had walked the corridors of his mansion, a ghost...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 18 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Rain-Slicked Crown(Act I: The Neon Puddle) Los Angeles in 1947 was a city of beautiful lies and ugly truths. Detective Miller sat in his office, the ceiling fan cutting through a thick haze of Lucky Strikes and regret. He had once been the golden boy of the LAPD, but a few "convenient" bribes and a taste for the high life had turned him into a freelance cleaner for the city's underworld. He didn't mind the dirt;...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 20 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
THE CLOCKTOWER APARTMENTSThe call came at 7 AM on a Tuesday, the kind of morning when Manhattan moves like a machine that forgot to ask if its operators were okay. Detective Marcus Webb rolled out of bed, grabbed his coat, and listened to the telephone on his apartment wall ring three times before he answered. "Webb." "Marcus, it's Homicide. Clocktower Apartments, Upper East Side. Twenty-three residents found dead this...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 29 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
-
The Observer at OmahaI first met General Marcus Hale on a Tuesday in March, 1946, at the Omaha military installation where I was assigned as his new aide-de-camp. I was twenty-four, fresh out of the Army Intelligence division, and I carried myself with the particular brand of nervous competence that comes from knowing you've been chosen for a job that's one size too big. Marcus Hale stood six feet two in his boots...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 29 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
Mehr Storys