Still Life with CrowsGrand Central Publishing, 2003 M07 1 - 448 páginas When a series of murders strikes small-town Kansas, FBI Special Agent Pendergast must track down a killer or a curse -- either way, no one is safe. A small Kansas town has turned into a killing ground. Is it a serial killer, a man with the need to destroy? Or is it a darker force, a curse upon the land? Amid golden cornfields, FBI Special Agent Pendergast discovers evil in the blood of America's heartland. No one is safe. |
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... looked at Hazen . Hazen winked . Tad grabbed the pot , peered in , gave it a quick shake . Then he reached for a stack of styrofoam cups , stepped out the door , and began doling out the coffee . There were some sips , a few furtive ...
... looked at Hazen . Hazen winked . Tad grabbed the pot , peered in , gave it a quick shake . Then he reached for a stack of styrofoam cups , stepped out the door , and began doling out the coffee . There were some sips , a few furtive ...
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... looked like to Tad Franklin was a murderer . Maybe the murderer . He noticed that the sheriff was also staring , and even some mem- bers of the press had turned around . Hazen fished a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket . He ...
... looked like to Tad Franklin was a murderer . Maybe the murderer . He noticed that the sheriff was also staring , and even some mem- bers of the press had turned around . Hazen fished a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket . He ...
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... looked at the sheriff . " Get our guest a cup of coffee , " said Hazen , with a faint smile . There was enough left in the pot for half a cup , which was quickly passed . The man accepted it , glanced at it , set it down on the table ...
... looked at the sheriff . " Get our guest a cup of coffee , " said Hazen , with a faint smile . There was enough left in the pot for half a cup , which was quickly passed . The man accepted it , glanced at it , set it down on the table ...
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... looked down at his feet , instead of shoes you'd see cloven hooves , and then you'd smell the brimstone and fire and that would be it and you'd be dragged screaming into hell . you The man was approaching with long , cool strides , his ...
... looked down at his feet , instead of shoes you'd see cloven hooves , and then you'd smell the brimstone and fire and that would be it and you'd be dragged screaming into hell . you The man was approaching with long , cool strides , his ...
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... looked out . To his right and down , set back from the house , Pendergast could see the shabby low metal roof of the gift shop . Behind , a cracked cement walkway ran down to a depression leading to a rupture in the earth , where it ...
... looked out . To his right and down , set back from the house , Pendergast could see the shabby low metal roof of the gift shop . Behind , a cracked cement walkway ran down to a depression leading to a rupture in the earth , where it ...
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ahead began Boot Brast breath broken Brushy Jim Cabinet of Curiosities cave cavern Chauncy Cole corn cornfields Corrie crack Cry County dark Deeper door Douglas Preston dust eyes face FBI agent feet felt flashlight floor Gasparilla Ghost Warriors glanced goggles going Gremlin Gro-Bain hand Harry Beaumont head heard hell Kansas killer killings knew Larssen Lavender Lefty light Lincoln Child looked Maisie McFelty Medicine Creek minutes Miss Kraus Miss Swanson Mounds moved night night-vision goggles nodded paused pulled Raskovich Rheinbeck road rock rose scream seemed serial killer Sheriff Hazen shit shotgun Shurte side silence slowly smell smile Smit Ludwig Smitty sound Special Agent Pendergast stalactites stared stood stopped storm Stott suddenly sure talking There's thing thought took tornado warning town tunnel turkey voice waited walked wall watched Weeks window Winifred Kraus
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