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The Obsession IndexThe Obsession IndexAct IThe police report said: Eleanor Vance, last seen in the East Village on a Tuesday. The report was three pages long and contained not a single word that described her as anything other than a woman who had stopped answering her phone.Three months earlier, Eleanor Vance had sat across from Julian Cross in a design firm on the Lower East Side and told him that his...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 32 Views 0 önizleme
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The Contract at MayfairThe Contract at MayfairShe discovered him in the third alcove of St. James's Club, behind a curtain of dark mahogany and velvet that most people assumed concealed only a passage to the billiard room. Charles was leaning against the carved panel, one elbow resting at an angle that spoke of practiced nonchalance, and the woman before him—ladylike enough in appearance, though her gown was the sort...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 37 Views 0 önizleme
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The Southern ContractThe Southern ContractAct IThe barn was falling apart, which was appropriate because everything in the South was falling apart. Clara Beaumont sat on a stack of feed sacks and watched the last of the rain soak through the roof, and waited for the man who had found her to decide what to do with a Union officer's daughter who had nowhere to go.Cassian Thorne was everything the South had been and...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 42 Views 0 önizleme
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The Gray Zone HunterThe Gray Zone HunterI did not ask to be the villain. The title was given to me by people who did not understand what I was doing, which was exactly what they understood: nothing.They call me a cult leader. A terrorist. A mad scientist. The Los Angeles Times called me a "dangerous eccentric" and the FBI called me a "person of interest," which in FBI language means they have seventeen files on me...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 15 Views 0 önizleme
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The Amber FormulaThe Amber FormulaThe rain in Manhattan didn't fall so much as hover—a fine suspension of grey droplets that existed in the air like a question nobody had answered. Julian Ashworth stood at his apartment window in Midtown and watched it hang there, suspended between the buildings, and thought about how beautiful uncertainty was when you weren't the one living inside it.He was thirty-one,瘦削,...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 28 Views 0 önizleme
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The Charleston HeartThe Charleston HeartThe smoke in Small's Paradise hung thick enough to chew on, a blue-grey haze that caught the light from the crystal chandeliers and turned it green. Daisy Monroe moved through it like a ghost—no, like something alive. She moved with the music, her body loose and fluid, arms swinging, hips rolling to a rhythm that predated the Charleston by a hundred years and would outlast...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 40 Views 0 önizleme
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The Forklift KingThe Forklift KingThe warehouse had been automated on a Monday. By Wednesday, the twelve robots were running. By Friday, the forty-five humans who had been running them were standing in the parking lot of a Walmart in Brooklyn, holding cardboard boxes with their personal effects, watching grey asphalt stretch to a fence that separated them from the rest of the world.Danny O'Leary's box contained...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 34 Views 0 önizleme
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The Things Clara NoticesThe Things Clara NoticesACT IClara Voss noticed things. This was not a talent she had chosen—it was a skill forged in seven years of working in the kitchen of a German restaurant in Brooklyn where being invisible was the only way to survive. In a kitchen, if you are noticed, you are given more work. If you are invisible, you can work at your own pace, learn the rhythms of the space, and survive...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 44 Views 0 önizleme
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The Garden of RustThe Garden of RustChapter OneThe iron box was not there.Clementine stood at the abandoned station platform, the rusted bench scraping her thighs through her dress, and stared at the space where the loose wooden plank used to be. Beneath it, her father had hidden the deed to Thornwood and a letter she hadn't been brave enough to read.The plank was still there, moved but not broken. The box was...0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 26 Views 0 önizleme
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