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Thomas S. Flowers
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The United States
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Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, William Peter Blatty, William L. Shirer, C
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January 2014
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The Last Hellfighter
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2018
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Planet of the Dead
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2017
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Reinheit
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2014
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Dwelling (Subdue #1)
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2015
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Palace of Ghosts
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2019
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Island of the Flesh Eaters (The Flesh Eaters, #1)
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2019
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Emerging (Subdue #2)
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2015
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Feast
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2017
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Lanmò: A Tale of Southern Horror
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2016
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Conceiving (Subdue #3)
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2016
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Reviews In The Machine : Too Many Eyes, by Patrick Loveland
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And that name is Patrick Loveland.
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“Rebecca uttered a low dry laugh, not facetiously, but more like a stitch coming apart at the seam. A wound opened. Her eyes were opening to a world she had denied for so long. She looked up at Frank and knew, just like in the books, hatred, real hatred is a Gollum that hides under the mountain of our hearts. It buries itself deep underground where no light can touch. And it waits. Rebecca thought of Tolkien and Bilbo and Frodo and that old grey wizard, she thought that maybe they were right. Perhaps “there are older and fouler things in the deep places of the world —in the deep places of our hearts.” And as she sat on the floor with Tom Johnson’s Glock aimed at her husband’s head, Rebecca looked into the space where his eyes should have been. She looked at what was now only darkness and felt something on the other side, something not her husband, looking back.”
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“Whatever the catalyst, Rebecca could feel a storm approaching. She could sense the thunder of anxiety filling the void with electricity.”
― Reinheit
― Reinheit
“But the sunny memory dissolved into the cold dark uninhabited bed. Ricky was not under the covers. Maggie touched her heart and felt the hard lump deep beneath. At least you’re here, in this hollow pit you left me with…why won’t you go away…leave me alone? I cannot stand you anymore. Please…please, just leave me alone.”
― Subdue Series, Books 1-3
― Subdue Series, Books 1-3
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“Rebecca uttered a low dry laugh, not facetiously, but more like a stitch coming apart at the seam. A wound opened. Her eyes were opening to a world she had denied for so long. She looked up at Frank and knew, just like in the books, hatred, real hatred is a Gollum that hides under the mountain of our hearts. It buries itself deep underground where no light can touch. And it waits. Rebecca thought of Tolkien and Bilbo and Frodo and that old grey wizard, she thought that maybe they were right. Perhaps “there are older and fouler things in the deep places of the world —in the deep places of our hearts.” And as she sat on the floor with Tom Johnson’s Glock aimed at her husband’s head, Rebecca looked into the space where his eyes should have been. She looked at what was now only darkness and felt something on the other side, something not her husband, looking back.”
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“I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.”
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