Like, Follow, Kill. Carissa Lynch Ann
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Название: Like, Follow, Kill
Автор: Carissa Lynch Ann
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780008362638
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Like, Follow, Kill
CARISSA ANN LYNCH
One More Chapter
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Carissa Ann Lynch 2019
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008362638
Version: 2019-08-08
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
The One Night Stand – Coming in 2020
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
This book is dedicated to my editor, Charlotte Ledger, and my agent, Katie Shea Boutillier. Thank you both for believing in my stories and making me a better writer.
Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed—no escape. Nothing was your own except for the cubic centimeters in your skull.
George Orwell, 1984
I was born with a scream inside me. Lodged between my heart and throat. Can’t swallow it; can’t choke it down. Can’t spit that motherfucker out. It’s stuck, like me … anchored to the in-between, slowly rotting in the core of me. It festers like a sore, oozing through my bloodstream, sending seeping shocks of silent fury to every nerve ending in my body.
Like an IV, it drip, drip, drips, but there’s never a release.
One of these days, I’ll open my mouth and the world will rumble from the roar.
My body is broken.
Arms like dying, desperate fish, they flop on the seat beside me. Hips yanked from their sockets. Red-rose gashes on my chest and neck.
A deep dark hole where my nose once was.
And my teeth … these teeth don’t belong to me. Like broken eggshells, they stab the roof of my mouth, pricking my cheek and gums.
Are they Chris’s teeth?
If so, how did СКАЧАТЬ