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* '''Year''': 1993 | * '''Year''': 1993 | ||
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| − | * '''Amazon Listing''' | + | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373270100/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 Imminent Thunder] |
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The secluded old house on the edge of town, shrouded by ancient oaks and Spanish moss, seemed the perfect place for Honor Nightingale to make a fresh start, to find the peace she had never known. But then the voices came, voices from somewhere beyond the edge of reason, whispering of unspeakable horrors, in the past and yet to come.... | The secluded old house on the edge of town, shrouded by ancient oaks and Spanish moss, seemed the perfect place for Honor Nightingale to make a fresh start, to find the peace she had never known. But then the voices came, voices from somewhere beyond the edge of reason, whispering of unspeakable horrors, in the past and yet to come.... | ||
One man, and one man alone, believed her nightmare was real--her enigmatic neighbor, Ian McLaren. This strange, compelling man had clearly seen far too much of the dark side and had been marked by it forever. And yet she found herself hungering for him, even as the voices--and her fragile heart--whispered to her to flee his touch.... | One man, and one man alone, believed her nightmare was real--her enigmatic neighbor, Ian McLaren. This strange, compelling man had clearly seen far too much of the dark side and had been marked by it forever. And yet she found herself hungering for him, even as the voices--and her fragile heart--whispered to her to flee his touch.... | ||
Revision as of 21:29, 5 October 2007
- Author: Rachel Lee
- Publisher: Silhouette Shadows # 10
- Year: 1993
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing: Imminent Thunder
Book Description
The secluded old house on the edge of town, shrouded by ancient oaks and Spanish moss, seemed the perfect place for Honor Nightingale to make a fresh start, to find the peace she had never known. But then the voices came, voices from somewhere beyond the edge of reason, whispering of unspeakable horrors, in the past and yet to come....
One man, and one man alone, believed her nightmare was real--her enigmatic neighbor, Ian McLaren. This strange, compelling man had clearly seen far too much of the dark side and had been marked by it forever. And yet she found herself hungering for him, even as the voices--and her fragile heart--whispered to her to flee his touch....
