Glimpses: The Best Short Stories of Rick Hautala
Language: English
Pages: 308
ISBN: 1937128415
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
One of 2012's HWA Lifetime Achievement Award Winners, Rick Hautala had a writing career that spanned more than three decades. From Moondeath, his first novel published in 1980, to the republication of his best-selling novel The White Room (DRP, 2012), his novels and short stories have entertained millions of readers around the world.
Glimpses, a career-spanning "best of" collection brings together twenty-four stories, including eight from each of Rick Hautala's critically-acclaimed collections Bedbugs and Occasional Demons, and eight previously uncollected stories.
Features original cover artwork and 8 interior illustrations by artist Glenn Chadbourne.
discussion, became thoroughly convinced the “problem” began at birth, not at conception. Never mind that an embryo’s fingerprints are formed much earlier in fetal development. The “soul,” so Tom was told—and believed—didn’t actually enter the baby until the instant of birth. I know that idea doesn’t sit well with the Right-to-Lifers, but—hey, you believe what you want to believe. It’s a free country. Becky carried the baby well. Tom told me often enough that she was “textbook perfect.” That set
ringed her. They looked like some horrible undersea invasion. “Miss Dobson ...?” a uniformed officer said. Standing in the shelter of the doorway, he looked up from his plastic-encased clipboard. His voice was distorted by the clear plastic face mask and rainproof hood that covered his head. Unable to tear her gaze away from the crowd, Sheila simply nodded. The impulse to rush to the policeman for protection was almost overwhelming, but she took a deep, steadying breath and squared her
early reports indicated at least one of the planes, maybe both of them, had taken off from Logan that morning. Moments later, Miko learned that the plane that hit the first tower had been identified as Flight Eleven out of Boston. A chill gripped her when she glanced at the ticket she was holding and saw the words Flight 11 written on the envelope. When she looked up at the TV again, she was so numbed with shock she didn’t react when she saw the face of her dead father on the TV screen. All the
before turning left toward the boys' bathroom. The heavy green-painted door was shut tight, but he could see something outside the door ... something on the floor—an indistinct blur that glowed a sickly white. As Pete stared at the shape, it shifted subtly toward him, making a faint scraping sound on the cold cement floor. Pete took a halting step backwards as the figure gradually resolved out of the darkness like a slow-blending special effect in a movie. His breath shot out of him with a
tremor of elation when the gun went off, and Derrick was blown back off his feet. The impact knocked him out of his slippers, and he landed on the kitchen floor, leaning against the wall with one leg splayed out and the other bent at the knee. He looked like a puppet that's had its strings cut. A big splash of blood decorated the wall behind him, but he was down with both hands hanging limply at his sides, his fingers twitching. The bullet had hit him square in the chest. He was breathing real