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- KurzbeschreibungJ.D. Robb breaks out with her biggest book yet--and an exciting new look for her Eve Dallas thrillers. When a man is found dead on a New York sidewalk with a laser-perfect hole in his chest, Lieutenant Eve Dallas begins her most challenging manhunt--for a serial killer with a dangerously psychotic mind and a surgeon's skill.
- AutorJ. D. Robb,Nora Roberts
- VerlagBerkley Books
- Seiten386 Seiten
- Gewicht198 g
- LeseprobeTable of Contents<br>prologue<br>chapter one<br>chapter two<br>chapter three<br>chapter four<br>chapter five<br>chapter six<br>chapter seven<br>chapter eight<br>chapter nine<br>chapter ten<br>chapter eleven<br>chapter twelve<br>chapter thirteen<br>chapter fourteen<br>chapter fifteen<br>chapter sixteen<br>chapter seventeen<br>chapter eighteen<br>chapter nineteen<br>chapter twenty<br>chapter twenty-one<br>chapter twenty-two<br>All men think all men mortal but themselves.<br>- Edward Young<br>Let us hob-and-nob with Death.<br>-Tennyson<br>prologue<br>In my hands is power. The power to heal or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time to an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre.<br>I am art, I am science. In all the ways that matter, I am God.<br>God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection.<br>Yet even the flawed have purpose.<br>A wise God experiments, considers, uses what comes into His hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn.<br>We who hold power cannot be distracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple men. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered.<br>I have nearly done so.<br>If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me.<br>When my work is complete, they will worship me.<br>chapter one<br>For some, death wasn't the enemy. Life was a much less merciful opponent. For the ghosts who drifted through the nights like shadows, the funky-junkies with their pale pink eyes, the chemi-heads with their jittery hands, life was simply a mindless trip that circled from one fix to the next with the arcs between a misery.<br>The trip itself was most often full of pain and despair, and occasionally terror.<br>For the poor and displaced in the bowels of New York City in the icy dawn of 2059, the pain, the despair, the terror were constant companions. For the mental defectives and physically flawed who slipped through society's cracks, the city was simply another kind of prison.<br>There were social programs, of course. It was, after all, an enlightened time. So the politicians claimed, with the Liberal Party shouting for elaborate new shelters, educational and medical facilities, training and rehabilitation centers, without actually detailing a plan for how such programs would be funded
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