A Cold, Fine EvilSimon and Schuster, 2016. okt. 24. - 217 oldal There is evil in the woods and a legacy continues… When Jon Palmer heads back home to Black Lake, he finds that the memories from his childhood still exist. The dark past lurks and he’s tied to it, heart and soul. Alicia Hahn knows the devil when she sees him. Jon Palmer shows up, and people start dying. It’s either cause and effect, or else he’s the problem. He rolls into town and suddenly a young woman is missing. Alicia has always been under his spell, but doesn’t know what to think. Is he the golden boy of her teen years? Or is he part of the surge of new murders in a place that has already seen more than its share of tragedy? As a dark cloud hovers over the small Minnesota town, and shadows gather in the woods, the question is whether—before the ice starts to thicken on the lakes—pure evil will win the game… |
Tartalomjegyzék
Chapter 3 | |
Chapter 4 | |
Chapter 5 | |
Chapter 6 | |
Chapter 13 | |
Chapter 14 | |
Chapter 15 | |
Chapter 16 | |
Chapter 17 | |
Chapter 18 | |
Chapter 19 | |
Chapter 20 | |
Chapter 7 | |
Chapter 8 | |
Chapter 9 | |
Chapter 10 | |
Chapter 11 | |
Chapter 12 | |
Chapter 21 | |
Chapter 22 | |
Chapter 23 | |
Chapter 24 | |
Chapter 25 | |
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