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The Boiling PointThe Boiling Point The heat in Mississippi does not build gradually. It accumulates. It presses. It fills every crevice of the body and every hollow of the mind until there is no space left for anything else. And then, when you think you cannot take another degree, it rises again. This is how Silas Marwood understood pressure. He had lived with it for five years. Five years since Natchez Trace,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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The gears turned with a sound like grinding teeth. Charles Whitmore watched the brass pistons rise and fall, each stroke driving steam through copper pipes that ran deep beneath the London earth. Athena was alive.The machine filled an entire subterranean chamber beneath Whitmore's townhouse in Bloomsbury. It rose three stories high, a cathedral of cogwheels and differential analyzers, each gear precisely cut to tolerances no other engineer in Europe could match. Charles had spent seven years building her. Seven years of sleepless nights, of borrowed money, of his wife Eleanor's gentle concerns growing...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima
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The subway tunnel smelled like wet concrete and old copper. Jack sat on the edge of his sleeping bag and watched the snake eat the piece of bread he had dropped.It was a green snake. Not the kind you see in parks with people pointing at it. This one was bigger—six feet maybe, thick as a broom handle. And it had been watching him for three days. "What do you want?" Jack said. The snake lifted its head. Jack thought he heard something like a laugh. Then it spoke. "I want your bread." Jack stared. He had been living under the I-87 overpass for two months....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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THE PATIENT FROM BELOWDr. Arthur Voss could not remember how he had arrived at the hospital. This was not, strictly speaking, true. He remembered driving through Vienna on a February evening in 1896, the gas lamps casting amber pools on the wet cobblestones, the carriages bouncing over puddles that reflected the windows of the cafés where men sat drinking brandy and talking about the future of the Balkans. He...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 5 Views 0 Anteprima
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THE PATIENT FROM BELOWDr. Arthur Voss could not remember how he had arrived at the hospital. This was not, strictly speaking, true. He remembered driving through Vienna on a February evening in 1896, the gas lamps casting amber pools on the wet cobblestones, the carriages bouncing over puddles that reflected the windows of the cafés where men sat drinking brandy and talking about the future of the Balkans. He...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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THE PARANOIA ENGINEDr. Henry Webb was giving a lecture on cognitive asymmetry at the University of Chicago when a woman in a dark suit handed him an envelope during the question-and-answer period. The lecture hall was mostly empty — it was a Thursday afternoon in April, and most of his students had better things to do. The envelope was plain white, unsealed, and contained a single sheet of paper. The paper held a...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Blood of ThornfieldThe heat in Natchez did not arrive so much as it possessed you. It sat on your chest like a heavy man, breathing your air, deciding when you could breathe back. Dr. Silas Thornfield felt it the moment he stepped off the stagecoach, pressing his linen coat to his skin like a second layer of flesh. He was twenty-six years old and the youngest man to have received his M.D. from the Medical College...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Contract In The Dark: German New Realism NoirThe Contract In The Dark: German New Realism Noir Batch 9 - Work ID 69438: The Contract In The Dark Tensor: TI=7.2, M=[3.2, 8.5, 3.8, 4.7, 11.2, 12, 3.2, 8.9, 4.3, 12], theta=102.1° Act I Berlin in 1929 was a city composed of layers, like a document that had been written on, erased, written on again, and erased again, until the surface was thick with the residue of everything that had been...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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ACT IDr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 5 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Heir of Blackwood ManorThe rain had not ceased for seventeen days. It fell upon Manchester like a judgment, drumming against the leaded windows of Blackwood Manor with a persistence that Arthur felt in his teeth. He stood in the doorway of the study, his father's study, and watched the water trace dark paths down the wallpaper that had not been changed since 1873. Three months. Three months since his father's...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Original Promise## Act I Alice Windsor did not know which version of herself was the real one until the night when both of them looked in the mirror and saw different faces. She was twenty-nine, the wife of Edmund Windsor, a barrister who practiced in the chambers of Lincoln's Inn and who was, by all accounts, a man of impeccable character and quiet distinction. Alice had married him at twenty-four because he...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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BLOOD AND MAGNOLIASThe road to the Thibodeaux plantation had not changed in forty years, though the world outside the cypress knees and the Spanish moss had turned to something unrecognizable, something with concrete highways and men who walked on the moon. I drove my Ford down the cracked asphalt, the humidity wrapping around me like a damp shawl, and I thought of my grandfather's voice, old and cracked as dried...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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