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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 47 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Observatory of Lost SoulsI. The pulse arrived on a night when the Himalayan wind had stripped the sky of every star except one: Vega. Arthur Pendelton was alone at the outpost, perched on a ledge twelve thousand feet above the valley floor, where the air was so thin it burned the lungs and the cold settled into the bones like a permanent tenant. He had been stationed here for eleven months, employed by the East India...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 18 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Magnolia and the FloodTell it again. Tell it the way it was, or the way it might have been, which in this country is the same thing, because the past here does not recede—it lies down in the mud and waits. Magnolia Duval was born in 1903, in the big house at Duval Landing, which sat on a bluff above the river and had been in the family since before the Louisiana Purchase, which was to say since before the land had...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 31 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Keeper of the Blackwood WildsThe wind across the Blackwood moors did not blow so much as it hunted, finding every gap in Angus MacAllister's coat, every weakness in the stone walls of the house that had been his family's for three hundred years. He stood at the window of the library, watching fog roll down from the peaks like a slow tide, and wondered whether the dead were happier in their certainty than the living were in...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 58 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Pattern in the MindACT I: THE DISCOVERY Dr. James Whitfield was thirty-eight when he found it. Not a cure, not a miracle, but a pattern—a sequence of neural firing that, when replicated, produced cognitive abilities that exceeded the normal range by a factor that made his colleagues call it impossible and his funding agency call it promising. The compound was derived from a synthetic peptide he had been studying...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 67 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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Blood and MagnoliasACT I: THE ASHES The heat in Magnolia County didn't just sit on you—it pressed down, heavy as a palm against your chest, demanding that you kneel. Bell Thorne knew this heat the way a survivor knows the face of an enemy: intimately, resentfully, with the exhausted familiarity of something you cannot escape. The Thorne plantation had been something once. Before the war, it had spanned three...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 30 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Starlight ProjectEleanor Vanderbilt did not believe in ghosts. She believed in ledgers, in property holdings, in the solid arithmetic of wealth. But when Nick Callahan described the man on Long Island—the man who claimed to have found a crack in the universe—she felt something she could not name settle in her chest. "Tell me again," she said. Nick shifted in his chair. The Vanderbilt drawing room was warm and...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 41 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Starlight InheritanceThe jazz drifted up from the basement of 147th Street like smoke from a dying fire—thin, persistent, and full of ghosts. James Callahan stood on the sidewalk outside the speakeasy and listened to it for a moment before pushing through the heavy oak door. Inside, the air was thick with gin and cigarette smoke and the kind of desperate joy that only prosperity can breed. People danced in the...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 11 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Black SignalI. The rain had been falling on Los Angeles for three days when Mrs. Voss walked into my office. She wore a black dress that cost more than my car and a look on her face that said she had already decided I was not going to help her. "My husband is dead," she said. "The police say it was an accident. I do not." I looked at her. She was beautiful in the way that beautiful women in Los Angeles...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 31 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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