The Vampire of New YorkPenguin, 2008/01/02 - 368 ページ Enoch Bale stalked the streets of New York centuries ago. While he is both dead and forgotten . . . he isn’t gone. When archaeologist Carrie Norton discovers the remains of a murder victim from the Civil War era at an historic New York site, Detective Max Slattery begins to piece together parallels to a much more modern string of vicious slayings. Now, what once seemed urban legend becomes alarmingly real as Carrie and Max bring a centuries-old conspiracy between both the living and the dead out of the shadows. As their lives are put at risk, the duo soon realize it’s a conspiracy that has yet to claim its final victims. Who will be next? |
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... hand. A pistol. The Vampyr kicked it away with a booted foot and pushed Maddersly back against the brick wall. “You are Damphyr,” he said, his face no more than a few inches from the other man. “I smelled it on you....” “I don't know ...
... hand. A pistol. The Vampyr kicked it away with a booted foot and pushed Maddersly back against the brick wall. “You are Damphyr,” he said, his face no more than a few inches from the other man. “I smelled it on you....” “I don't know ...
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... hand. The smell of a dead thing. Barnabus stood in the darkness, waiting. There was a scratching sound and the flare of a phosphor match. The match was applied to the wick of a lamp, and suddenly everything was revealed. “Dear.
... hand. The smell of a dead thing. Barnabus stood in the darkness, waiting. There was a scratching sound and the flare of a phosphor match. The match was applied to the wick of a lamp, and suddenly everything was revealed. “Dear.
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... hand was gone, the stump blood crusted, the neatly cut end of a yellowish white bone poking out through the putrefying flesh. The sergeant was smiling, tossing a coin into the air and catching it with his good hand. A gold coin ...
... hand was gone, the stump blood crusted, the neatly cut end of a yellowish white bone poking out through the putrefying flesh. The sergeant was smiling, tossing a coin into the air and catching it with his good hand. A gold coin ...
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... hand and sweeping it across the sailor's throat. The obsidian blade was sharper than any sword, and there was almost no pain at all. Blood began to fountain from the ghastly wound, and the sergeant leaned forward, enclosing the slashed ...
... hand and sweeping it across the sailor's throat. The obsidian blade was sharper than any sword, and there was almost no pain at all. Blood began to fountain from the ghastly wound, and the sergeant leaned forward, enclosing the slashed ...
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... Hand,” someone who generally had more field experience than the academics often hired to oversee a project by the consulting firm, and someone who was often the real intelligence behind a dig and able to bring it home on time and on ...
... Hand,” someone who generally had more field experience than the academics often hired to oversee a project by the consulting firm, and someone who was often the real intelligence behind a dig and able to bring it home on time and on ...
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CHAPTER 19 | |
CHAPTER 20 | |
CHAPTER 21 | |
CHAPTER 22 | |
CHAPTER 23 | |
CHAPTER 24 | |
CHAPTER 25 | |
CHAPTER 26 | |
CHAPTER 9 | |
CHAPTER 10 | |
CHAPTER 11 | |
CHAPTER 12 | |
CHAPTER 13 | |
CHAPTER 14 | |
CHAPTER 15 | |
CHAPTER 16 | |
CHAPTER 17 | |
CHAPTER 18 | |
CHAPTER 27 | |
CHAPTER 28 | |
CHAPTER 29 | |
CHAPTER 30 | |
CHAPTER 31 | |
CHAPTER 32 | |
CHAPTER 33 | |
CHAPTER 34 | |
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