Название: The Tattooed Heart: A Messenger of Fear Novel
Автор: Майкл Грант
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Messenger of Fear
isbn: 9781780312606
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First published in Great Britain 2015
by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited
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Published with arrangement with HarperTeen,
a division of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc., 1350 Avenue of the Americas,
New York, New York 10019, USA
Text copyright © 2015 Michael Grant
Illustrations copyright © Joe McLaren
First e-book edition 2015
ISBN 978 1 4052 6518 8
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1260 6
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Parts of this book are inspired by Aitzaz Hassan Bangash, who died saving his school from a suicide bomber. I’ve changed names, locations, and details to serve my story.
For Katherine, Jake, and Julia.
Contents
From childhood I suffered from occasional nightmares featuring the most vivid monsters and the most intense of emotions. A constant theme was helplessness. I was often paralyzed in my dreams. Or, if I could move, it was in slow motion while everything and everyone around me moved at normal speed. I would often wake myself by screaming. Deliberately, you see. In the throes of the horror I would tell myself to scream, to scream until I was awake.
When my father died, my dreams changed and became bittersweet. I had one terrible dream in which I saw him dead. After that he was never dead, just far away. I never saw him in his casket, nor did my unconscious mind conjure the moment when an enemy’s bullet took his life. He was always alive and his eyes shone not with fear but with regret and love. I would savor those dreams and seek to prolong them. And when at last, reluctant, I woke, I would find my pillow wet.
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