Night Chills
Dean Koontz
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0425098648
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Designed by top scientists and unleashed in a monstrous conspiracy, night chills are seizing the men and women of Black River--driving them to acts of rape and murder. The nightmare is real. And death is the only cure...
when compared to the money we can make if we cooperate with Ogden. There is literally unlimited wealth here—for all of us.” He watched the general for a moment, and when he could get no reaction he said, “Ernst, I have never misled you. Never. Not once.” Unconvinced, Klinger said, “All you ever did before was pay me for advice—” “For your influence.” “For my advice,” Klinger insisted. “And even if I did sell my influence—which I didn’t—that’s a long way from treason.” They stared at each
table.” “Yeah.” “If I wanted to take you Greek-style, I could.” She resisted the idea but finally said, “Is that what you want?” “If I did want it, I could have it. You’d let me.” “Yeah.” It was his turn to smile. He glanced around the cafe. No one was looking at them; no one had heard. “Are you married, Alice?” “No. Divorced.” “Why did you get a divorce?” “He couldn’t hold a job.” “Your husband couldn’t?” “Yeah, him.” “Was he good in bed?” “Not very.” She was even more like Miriam
When he was a boy, other children had teased him mercilessly. He had learned to be prepared for it, learned how to endure it. Buddy was bright enough to know that he was different from others. If his intelligence quotient had been several points lower, he wouldn’t have known enough to be ashamed of himself, which was what people expected of him. If his I.Q. had been a few points higher, he would have been able to cope, at least to some extent, with both cats and cruel people. Because he fell in
was capable of the ultimate brutal act, would she ever be at ease with him again? Death had taken his wife and his son. Would alienation take his daughter from him? Sam was on his knees, peering over the belfry wall. Deeply disturbed but aware that this wasn’t the time to worry about more than a few hours of the future, easing in beside Sam, Paul looked eastward, to his left. He could see Edison’s General Store half a block away. Karkov’s service station and garage. The houses in the last
would. And enjoy it.” “But you aren’t the type,” Salsbury said desperately. He had been shiny with sweat; now he was dripping with it. “You just aren’t the type!” “What type is that?” “Queer!” he blurted. “You aren’t a damned queer!” Still bluffing but with more good cards on the table to back his hand, Paul said, “We don’t all look like what we are, you know. Most of us don’t advertise it.” “You were married.” “Doesn’t matter.” “You had children!” Paul shrugged. “You’re sniffing around