City of the Dead
Jonathan Kellerman
"Four fifty-three in the morning was too early for anything."
"She's dead. And one should not have thoughts about the dead."
"A pale sun was shining outside, and Martin hadn’t bothered to clean up the breakfast dishes."
"Her stepbrother’s voice isn’t as soft as the hypnosis recording, but when he counts down slowly—five, four, three, two, one—an image comes to Rylie: a boulder, gray in the moonlight."
"It had been Russia, and she had not been a farmer’s daughter, but she had been flaxen."
"In the summer of 2015 a rough beast slouched out of the shadows and into the waking nightmares of an unsuspecting world."
"Grady turned his attention to the landscape on his right."
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