The Waking Dark
Autor Robin Wassermanen Limba Engleză Paperback – 5 sep 2013
Until one day.
The day the Devil came to Oleander.
Whatever they called it, through the months to come - through the funerals and the dinners and the sidelong glances between formerly trusting neighbours - it was all anyone could talk about. It seemed safe to assume it was all anyone would ever talk about, just as it was assumed that Oleander had been changed for ever, and that, once buried, the bodies would stay in the ground.
But then the storms came . . .
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781907411458
ISBN-10: 1907411453
Pagini: 464
Dimensiuni: 132 x 195 x 31 mm
Greutate: 0.4 kg
Editura: Little Brown
Colecția Atom
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom
ISBN-10: 1907411453
Pagini: 464
Dimensiuni: 132 x 195 x 31 mm
Greutate: 0.4 kg
Editura: Little Brown
Colecția Atom
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom
Recenzii
The town of Oleander is postcard perfect.
Until one day.
The day the Devil came to Oleander.
Whatever they called it, through the months to come - through the funerals and the dinners and the sidelong glances between formerly trusting neighbours - it was all anyone could talk about. It seemed safe to assume it was all anyone would ever talk about, just as it was assumed that Oleander had been changed for ever, and that, once buried, the bodies would stay in the ground.
But then the storms came . . .
Until one day.
The day the Devil came to Oleander.
Whatever they called it, through the months to come - through the funerals and the dinners and the sidelong glances between formerly trusting neighbours - it was all anyone could talk about. It seemed safe to assume it was all anyone would ever talk about, just as it was assumed that Oleander had been changed for ever, and that, once buried, the bodies would stay in the ground.
But then the storms came . . .