Whispers
Dean Koontz
Language: English
Pages: 528
ISBN: 042518109X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
He's back--the terror that stalked Hilary Thomas as a child is back in her life, in her house, at her bedroom door. She killed him once. But he keeps coming back. Again. And again...
evening, thrown from sleep by the nightmare he could never quite remember, threatened by wordless whispers. Something was crawling all over him, on his arms, on his face, in his hair, even underneath his clothes, trying to get inside his body, trying to scuttle inside through his ears and mouth and nostrils, something unspeakably filthy and evil. He screamed and clawed frantically at himself until he finally realized where he was; then the awful whispers slowly faded, and the imaginary crawling
you. What’s happened? What’s brought you all the way to St. Helena?” Hilary and Tony took turns recounting the events of the past few days. When they finished, Joshua stared at Hilary for a moment, then shook his head and said, “You’ve got a hell of a lot of courage, young lady.” “Not me,” she said. “I’m a coward. I’m scared to death. I’ve been scared to death for days.” “Being scared doesn’t mean you’re a coward,” Joshua said. “All bravery is based on fear. Both the coward and the hero act
for interrogation. You’d make a good detective.” “I’ll add that to my tombstone,” Joshua said.“‘Here lies Joshua Rhinehart, a nice grump who would have made a good detective.’” He stood up. “I’m starved. At home I’ve got steaks in the freezer and a lot of bottles of Robert Mondavi’s Cabernet Sauvignon. What are we waiting for?” Frye turned away from the blood-drenched bed and from the blood-splashed wall behind the bed. He put the bloody knife on the dresser and walked out of the room.
down at Tony for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “Don’t they burn you up? I mean, a year or two ago, when all those Iranian students were making trouble right here in L.A., overturning cars and trying to set houses on fire, did the damn Immigration Service even consider booting their asses out of the country? Hell, no! The agents were too busy harassing my workers. These people I employ don’t burn down other people’s houses. They don’t overturn cars and throw rocks at policemen. They’re
and Frank ate salads and cheese omelets in the warm autumn breeze. “You doing anything tomorrow night?” Tony asked. “Me?” “You.” “No. Nothing.” “Good. I’ve arranged something.” “What?” “A blind date.” “For me?” “You’re half of it.” “Are you serious?” “I called her this morning.” “Forget it,” Frank said. “She’s perfect for you.” “I hate match-making.” “She’s a gorgeous woman.” “Not interested.” “And sweet.” “I’m not a kid.” “Who said you were?” “I don’t need you to fix me up