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ጌ  ಪ The Taking Online Read ጼ Kindle Ebook By Dean Koontz ፦ ጌ ಪ The Taking Online Read ጼ Kindle Ebook By Dean Koontz ፦ Chapter OneA few minutes past one o clock in the morning, a hard rain fell without warning No thunder preceded the deluge, no wind.The abruptness and the ferocity of the downpour had the urgent quality of a perilous storm in a dream.Lying in bed beside her husband, Molly Sloan had been restless before the sudden cloudburst She grew increasingly fidgety as she listened to the rush of rain.The voices of the tempest were legion, like an angry crowd chanting in a lost language Torrents pounded and pried at the cedar siding, at the shingles, as if seeking entrance.September in southern California had always before been a dry month in a long season of predictable drought Rain rarely fell after March, seldom before December.In wet months, the rataplan of raindrops on the roof had sometimes served as a reliable remedy for insomnia This night, however, the liquid rhythms failed to lull her into slumber, and not just because they were out of season.For Molly, sleeplessness had too often in recent years been the price of thwarted ambition Scorned by the sandman, she stared at the dark bedroom ceiling, brooding about what might have been, yearning for what might never be.By the age of twenty eight, she had published four novels All were well received by reviewers, but none sold in sufficient numbers to make her famous or even to guarantee that she would find an eager publisher for the next.Her mother, Thalia, a writer of luminous prose, had been in the early years of an acclaimed career when she died of cancer at thirty Now, sixteen years later, Thalia s books were out of print, her mark upon the world all but erased.Molly lived with a quiet dread of following her mother into obscurity She didn t suffer from an inordinate fear of death rather, she was troubled by the thought of dying before achieving any lasting accomplishment.Beside her, Neil snored softly, oblivious of the storm.Sleep always found him within a minute of the moment when he put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes He seldom stirred during the night after eight hours, he woke in the same position in which he had gone to sleep rested, invigorated.Neil claimed that only the innocent enjoyed such perfect sleep.Molly called it the sleep of the slacker.Throughout their seven years of marriage, they had conducted their lives by different clocks.She dwelled as much in the future as in the present, envisioning where she wished to go, relentlessly mapping the path that ought to lead to her high goals Her strong mainspring was wound tight.Neil lived in the moment To him, the far future was next week, and he trusted time to take him there whether or not he planned the journey.They were as different as mice and moonbeams.Considering their contrasting natures, they shared a love that seemed unlikely Yet love was the cord that bound them together, the sinewy fiber that gave them strength to weather disappointment, even tragedy.During Molly s spells of insomnia, Neil s rhythmic snoring, although not loud, sometimes tested love almost as much as infidelity might have done Now the sudden crash of pummeling rain masked the noise that he made, giving Molly a new target upon which to focus her frustration.The roar of the storm escalated until they seemed to be inside the rumbling machinery that powered the universe.Shortly after two o clock, without switching on a light, Molly got out of bed At a window that was protected from the rain by the overhanging roof, she looked through her ghostly reflection, into a windless monsoon.Their house stood high in the San Bernardino Mountains, embraced by sugar pines, knobcone pines, and towering ponderosas with dramatic fissured bark.Most of their neighbors were in bed at this hour Through the shrouding trees and the incessant downpour, only a single cluster of lights could be seen on these slopes above Black Lake.The Corrigan place Harry Corrigan had lost Calista, his wife of thirty five years, back in June.During a weekend visit to her sister, Nancy, in Redondo Beach, Calista parked her Honda near an ATM to withdraw two hundred dollars She d been robbed, then shot in the face.Subsequently, Nancy had been pulled from the car and shot twice She had also been run over when the two gunmen escaped in the Honda Now, three months after Calista s funeral, Nancy remained in a coma.While Molly yearned for sleep, Harry Corrigan strove every night to avoid it He said his dreams were killing him.In the tides of the storm, the luminous windows of Harry s house seemed like the running lights of a distant vessel on a rolling sea one of those fabled ghost ships, abandoned by passengers and crew, yet with lifeboats still secured Untouched dinners would be found on plates in the crew s mess In the wheelhouse, the captain s favorite pipe, warm with smoldering tobacco, would await discovery on the chart table.Molly s imagination had been engaged she couldn t easily shift into neutral again Sometimes, in the throes of insomnia, she tossed and turned into the arms of literary inspiration.Downstairs, in her study, were five chapters of her new novel, which needed to be polished A few hours of work on the manuscript might soothe her nerves enough to allow sleep.Her robe draped the back of a nearby chair She shrugged into it and knotted the belt.Crossing to the door, she realized that she was navigating with surprising ease, considering the absence of lamplight Her sureness in the gloom couldn t be explained entirely by the fact that she had been awake for hours, staring at the ceiling with dark adapted eyes.The faint light at the windows, sufficient to dilute the bedroom darkness, could not have traveled all the way from Harry Corrigan s house, three doors to the south The true source at first eluded her.Storm clouds hid the moon.Outside, the landscape lights were off the porch lights, too.Returning to the window, she puzzled over the tinseled glimmer of the rain A curious wet sheen made the bristling boughs of the nearest pines visible than they should have been.Ice No Stitching through the night, needles of sleet would have made a brittle sound than the susurrant drumming of this autumn downpour.She pressed fingertips to the windowpane The glass was cool but not cold.When reflecting ambient light, falling rain sometimes acquires a silvery cast In this instance, however, no ambient light existed.The rain itself appeared to be faintly luminescent, each drop a light emitting crystal The night was simultaneously veiled and revealed by skeins of vaguely fluorescent beads.When Molly stepped out of the bedroom, into the upstairs hall, the soft glow from two domed skylights bleached the gloom from black to gray, revealing the way to the stairs Overhead, the rainwater sheeting down the curved Plexiglas was enlivened by radiant whorls that resembled spiral nebulae wheeling across the vault of a planetarium.She descended the stairs and proceeded to the kitchen by the guidance of the curiously storm lit windows.Some nights, embracing rather than resisting insomnia, she brewed a pot of coffee to take to her desk in the study Thus stoked, she wrote jagged, caffeine sharpened prose with the realistic tone of police interrogation transcripts.This night, however, she intended to return eventually to bed After switching on the light in the vent hood above the cooktop, she flavored a mug of milk with vanilla extract and cinnamon, then heated it in the microwave.In her study, volumes of her favorite poetry and proseLouise GlYck, Donald Justice, T S Eliot, Carson McCullers, Flannery O Connor, Dickens lined the walls Occasionally, she took comfort and inspiration from a humble sense of kinship with these writers.Most of the time, however, she felt like a pretender Worse, a fraud.Her mother had said that every good writer needed to be her own toughest critic Molly edited her work with both a red pen and a metaphorical hatchet, leaving evidence of bloody suffering with the former, reducing scenes to kindling with the latter.More than once, Neil suggested that Thalia had never saidand had not intended to implythat worthwhile art could be carved from raw language only with self doubt as sharp as a chisel To Thalia, her work had also been her favorite form of play.In a troubled culture where cream often settled on the bottom and the palest milk rose to the top, Molly knew that she was short on logic and long on superstition when she supposed that her hope for success rested upon the amount of passion, pain, and polish that she brought to her writing Nevertheless, regarding her work, Molly remained a Puritan, finding virtue in self flagellation.Leaving the lamps untouched, she switched on the computer but didn t at once sit at her desk Instead, as the screen brightened and the signature music of the operating system welcomed her to a late night work session, she was once drawn to a window by the insistent rhythm of the rain.Beyond the window lay the deep front porch The railing and the overhanging roof framed a dark panorama of serried pines, a strangely luminous ghost forest out of a disturbing dream.She could not look away For reasons that she wasn t able to articulate, the scene made her uneasy.Nature has many lessons to teach a writer of fiction One of these is that nothing captures the imagination as quickly or as completely as does spectacle.Blizzards, floods, volcanos, hurricanes, earthquakes They fascinate because they nakedly reveal that Mother Nature, afflicted with bipolar disorder, is as likely to snuff us as she is to succor us An alternately nurturing and destructive parent is the stuff of gripping drama.Silvery cascades leafed the bronze woods, burnishing bark and bough with sterling highlights.An unusual mineral content in the rain might have lent it this slight phosphorescence.Or having come in from the west, through the soiled air above Los Angeles and surrounding cities, perhaps the storm had washed from the atmosphere a witch s brew of pollutants that in combination gave rise to this pale, eerie radiance.Sensing that neither explanation would prove correct, seeking a third, Molly was startled by movement on the porch She shifted focus from the trees to the sheltered shadows immediately beyond the glass.Low, sinuous shapes moved under the window They were so silent, fluid, and mysterious that for a moment they seemed to be imagined formless expressions of primal fears.Then one, three, five of them lifted their heads and turned their yellow eyes to the window, regarding her inquisitively They were as real as Molly herself, though sharper of tooth.The porch swarmed with wolves Slinking out of the storm, up the steps, onto the pegged pine floor, they gathered under the shelter of the roof, as though this were not a house but an ark that would soon be set safely afloat by the rising waters of a cataclysmic flood Chapter TwoIn these mountains, between the true desert to the east and the plains to the west, wolves were long extinct The visitation on the porch had the otherworldly quality of an apparition.When, on closer examination, Molly realized that these beasts were coyotessometimes called prairie wolvestheir behavior seemed no less remarkable than when she had mistaken them for the larger creatures of folklore and fairy tales.As much as anything, their silence defined their strangeness In the thrill of the chase, running down their prey, coyotes often cry with high excitement a chilling ululation as eerie as the music of a theremin Now they neither cried nor barked, nor even growled.Unlike most wolves, coyotes will frequently hunt alone When they join in packs to stalk game, they do not run as close together as do wolves.Yet on the front porch, the individualism characteristic of their species was not in evidence They gathered flank to flank, shoulder to shoulder, eeling among one another, no less communal than domesticated hounds, nervous and seeking reassurance from one another.Noticing Molly at the study window, they neither shied from her nor reacted aggressively Their shining eyes, which in the past had always impressed her as being cruel and bright with blood hunger, now appeared to be as devoid of threat as the trusting eyes of any household pet.Indeed, each creature favored her with a compelling look as alien to coyotes as anything she could imagine Their expressions seemed to be imploring.This was so unlikely that she distrusted her perceptions Yet she thought that she detected a beseeching attitude not only in their eyes but also in their posture and behavior.She ought to have been frightened by this fanged congregation Her heart did beat faster than usual however, the novelty of the situation and a sense of the mysterious, rather than fear, quickened her pulse.The coyotes were obviously seeking shelter, although never previously had Molly seen even one of them flee the tumult of a storm for the protection of a human habitation People were a far greater danger to their kind than anything they might encounter in nature.Besides, this comparatively dark and quiet tempest had neither the lightning nor the thunder to chase them from their dens The formidable volume of the downpour marked this as unusual weather but the rain had not been falling long enough to flood these stoic predators out of their homes.Although the coyotes regarded Molly with entreating glances, they reserved the greater part of their attention for the storm Tails tucked, ears pricked, the wary beasts watched the silvery torrents and the drenched forest with acute interest if not with outright anxiety.As still of their wolfish kind slouched out of the night and onto the porch, Molly searched the palisade of trees for the cause of their concern.She saw nothing than she had seen before the faintly radiant cataracts wrung from a supersaturated sky, the trees and other vegetation bowed and trembled and silvered by the fiercely pummeling rain.Nonetheless, as she scanned the night woods, the nape of her neck prickled as though a ghost lover had pressed his ectoplasmic lips against her skin A shudder of inexplicable misgiving passed through her.Rattled by the conviction that something in the forest returned her scrutiny from behind the wet veil of the storm, Molly backed away from the window.The computer monitor suddenly seemed too brightand revealing She switched off the machine.Black and argentine, the mercurial gloom streamed and glimmered past the windows Even here in the house, the air felt thick and damp.The phosphoric light of the storm cast shimmering reflections on a collection of porcelains, on glass paperweights, on the white gold leafing of several picture frames The study had the deep fathom ambience of an oceanic trench forever beyond the reach of the sun but dimly revealed by radiant anemones and luminous jellyfish From the Hardcover 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    • The Taking
    • 4.4
    • 628
    • Format Kindle
    • 073931212X
    • Dean Koontz
    • Anglais
    • 18 November 2016

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