The Blackstone Chronicles: The Serial Thriller Complete in One Volume
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Now, for the first time, the New York Times bestselling serial thriller is complete in one terrifying volume. John Saul, the master of supernatural suspense, John Saul, brings to chilling life the small New England town of Blackstone--and the secrets and sins that lay buried there. . . .
From atop Blackstone's highest hill, the old Asylum casts its shadow over the village. Built in the 1890s to house the insane, the Asylum has stood vacant for decades. But now, the wrecker's ball is about to strike--and unleash an ominous evil. Strange gifts begin to appear on the doorsteps of Blackstone's finest citizens.
Each bears a mysterious history.
Each brings a horrifying power to harm.
Each reveals another thread in the suspensefully woven web of . . .
THE BLACKSTONE CHRONICLES
Part I--An Eye for an Eye: The Doll
Part II--Twist of Fate: The Locket
Part III--Ashes to Ashes: The Dragon's Flame
Part IV--In the Shadow of Evil: The Handkerchief
Part V--Day of Reckoning: The Stereoscope
soothing. “Bonnie, why don’t you see if you can’t find a lollipop for Amy behind the counter in the waiting room?” Picking up the dog with an ease that should have been impossible for a young woman as slim as Cassie, she followed Ed through the waiting room and directed him to the examination room between the kennels and the laboratory. Laying the dog on the table, she expertly began running her fingers over him, feeling for broken bones. “What happened?” she asked, glancing at Ed only for the
again. Prologue The previous day’s clouds had long since swept out to sea, and a full moon stood high in the sky. Atop North Hill the Asylum was silhouetted against a sky sparkling with the glitter of millions of stars while the night itself seemed infused with a silvery glow. No one, though, was awake to see it, save a single dark figure that moved through the ruptured stone wall into the silent building that had stood empty for nearly forty years. Oblivious to the beauty of the night,
speak to anyone when he came in either. Ed, he always speaks to everyone. It might not be more than a word or two, but he always has at least a ‘good morning.’ But not today. It was like—” She hesitated, floundering, then shook her head. “I don’t know what it was like. It was crazy!” “What about the auditors?” Ed asked, lowering his voice so it would carry no farther than Melissa’s ears. “Could they have found something that might have upset him?” “It’s the first thing I thought of, but none of
has his den, and we share the rest of the house. It works perfectly.” And it also meant that if there was a fire on the den’s hearth, then Jules was there. Ed turned on his cellular phone and dialed Jules’s private number. On the fourth ring the answering machine came on. He listened patiently as Jules’s recorded greeting played through. When the machine beeped, Ed began talking. “You might as well pick up the phone, Jules. I’m outside, sitting in my car, and I can see the smoke from the
went to the window and peered out into the night. Snow was falling rapidly now, and though she could still make out Martha Ward’s house next door, and even the VanDeventers’ across the street, no lights showed. But maybe if she yelled, someone would hear her. She struggled with the window, finally managed to lift it, then began wrestling with the storm window outside. But what was the use? Every house on the street had storm windows, and even if she succeeded in opening hers, her voice would be