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← free ⇯ The Whispering Room: A Jane Hawk Novel online ↓ By Dean Koontz ❅ ← free ⇯ The Whispering Room: A Jane Hawk Novel online ↓ By Dean Koontz ❅ 1Cora Gundersun walked through seething fire without being burned, nor did her white dress burst into flames She was not afraid, but instead exhilarated, and the many admiring people witnessing this spectacle gaped in amazement, their expressions of astonishment flickering with reflections of the flames They called out to her not in alarm, but in wonder, with a note of veneration in their voices, so that Cora felt equally thrilled and humbled that she had been made invulnerable.Dixie, a long haired dappled gold dachshund, woke Cora by licking her hand The dog had no respect for dreams, not even for this one that her mistress had enjoyed three nights in a row and about which she had told Dixie in vivid detail Dawn had come, time for breakfast and morning toilet, which were important to Dixie than any dream.Cora was forty years old, birdlike and spry As the short dog toddled down the set of portable steps that allowed her to climb in and out of bed, Cora sprang up to meet the day She slipped into fur lined ankle high boots that served as her wintertime slippers, and in her pajamas she followed the waddling dachshund through the house.Just before she stepped into the kitchen, she was struck by the notion that a strange man would be sitting at the dinette table and that something terrible would happen.Of course no man awaited her Shed never been a fearful woman She chastised herself for being spooked by nothing, nothing at all.As she put out fresh water and kibble for her companion, the dogs feathery golden tail swept the floor in anticipation.By the time Cora had prepared the coffeemaker and switched it on, Dixie had finished eating Now standing at the back door, the dog barked politely, just once.Cora snared a coat from a wall peg and shrugged into it Lets see if you can empty yourself as quick as you filled up Its colder than the cellar of Hades out there, sweet thing, so dont dawdle.As she left the warmth of the house for the porch, her breath smoked from her as if a covey of ghosts, long in possession of her body, were being exorcised She stood at the head of the steps to watch over precious Dixie Belle, just in case there might be a nasty tempered raccoon lingering from its night of foraging.More than a foot of late winter snow had fallen the previous morning In the absence of wind, the pine trees still wore ermine stoles on every bough Cora had shoveled a clearing in the backyard so that Dixie wouldnt have to plow through deep powder.Dachshunds had keen noses Ignoring her mistresss plea not to dawdle, Dixie Belle wandered back and forth in the clearing, nose to the ground, curious about what animals had visited in the night.Wednesday A school day.Although Cora had been off work for two weeks, she still felt as if she should hurry to prepare for school Two years earlier, she had been named Minnesotas Teacher of the Year She dearly lovedand missedthe children in her sixth grade class.Sudden onset migraines, five and six hours long, sometimes accompanied by foul odors that only she could detect, had disabled her The headaches seemed to be slowly responding to medicationszolmitriptan and a muscle relaxant called Soma Cora had never been a sickly person, and staying home bored her.Dixie Belle finally peed and left two small logs, which Cora would pick up with a plastic bag later, after they froze solid.When she followed the dachshund into the house, a strange man was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee that he had boldly poured for himself He wore a knitted cap He had unzipped his fleece lined jacket His face was long, his features sharp, his cold, blue stare direct.Before Cora could cry out or turn to flee, the intruder said, Play Manchurian with me.Yes, all right, she said, because he no longer seemed to be a threat She knew him, after all He was a nice man He had visited her at least twice in the past week He was a very nice man.Take off your coat and hang it up.She did as he asked.Come here, Cora Sit down.She pulled out a chair and sat at the table.Although a friend of everyone, Dixie retreated to a corner and settled there to watch warily with one light blue eye and one brown.Did you dream last night the nice man asked.Yes.Was it the dream of fire Yes.Was it a good dream, Cora She smiled and nodded It was lovely, a lovely walk through soothing fire, no fear at all.Youll have the same dream again tonight, he said.She smiled and clapped her hands twice Oh, good Its such a delightful dream Sort of like one I sometimes had as a girlthat dream of flying like a bird Flying with no fear of falling.Tomorrow is the big day, Cora.Is it Whats happening Youll know when you get up in the morning I wont be back again Even as important as this is, you need no hands on guidance.He finished his coffee and slid the mug in front of her and got to his feet and pushed his chair under the table Auf Wiedersehen, you stupid, skinny bitch.Good bye, she said.A twinkling, zigzagging chain of tiny lights floated into sight, an aura preceding a migraine She closed her eyes, dreading the pain to come But the aura passed The headache did not occur.When she opened her eyes, her empty mug stood on the table before her, a residue of coffee in the bottom She got up to pour another serving for herself.2On a Sunday afternoon in March, in self defense and with great anguish, Jane Hawk had killed a dear friend and mentor.Three days later, on a Wednesday, when the evening was diamonded with stars that even the great upwash of lights in the San Gabriel Valley, northeast of Los Angeles, could not entirely rinse from the sky, she came on foot to a house that she had scouted earlier by car She carried a large tote bag with incriminating contents In a shoulder rig under her sport coat hung a stolen Colt.45 ACP pistol rebuilt by one of the countrys finest custom handgun shops.The residential neighborhood was calm in this age of chaos, quiet in a time characterized by clamor California pepper trees whispered and palm fronds softly rustled in a breeze fragrant with jasmine The breeze was also threaded through with the malodor of decomposition that issued from one gutter drain and then another, perhaps from the bodies of poisoned tree rats that earlier had fled the sunlight to die in the dark.A for sale sign in the front yard of the target house, grass in need of mowing, a Realtors key safe fixed to the front door handle, and closed draperies suggested that the place must be vacant The security system most likely wasnt operational, because nothing remained in the residence to steal and because an alarm would have complicated the task of showing the property to prospective buyers.Behind the house, the patio lacked furniture Breathing out the faint scent of chlorine, black water rippled in the swimming pool, a mirror to the waning moon.A stuccoed property wall and Indian laurels screened the back of the house from the neighbors Even in daylight, she would not have been seen.With a black market LockAid lock release gun legally sold only to law enforcement agencies, Jane defeated the deadbolt on the back door She returned the device to the tote and opened the door and stood listening to the lightless kitchen, to the rooms beyond.Convinced that her assessment of the house must be correct, she crossed the threshold, closed the door behind her, and re engaged the deadbolt From the tote, she fished out an LED flashlight with two settings, clicked it to the dimmest beam, and surveyed a stylish kitchen with glossy white cabinets, black granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances No cooking utensils were in sight No designer china waited to be admired on the shelves of those few upper cabinets that featured display windows.She passed through spacious rooms as dark as closed caskets and devoid of furniture Although draperies were drawn over the windows, she kept the flashlight on low beam, directing it only at the floor.She stayed close to the wall, where the stair treads were less likely to creak, but they still announced her as she ascended.Although she wanted the front of the house, she toured the entire second floor to be certain she was alone This was an upper middle class home in a desirable neighborhood, each bedroom with its private bath, though the chill in its vacant chambers gave rise in Jane to a presentiment of suburban decline and societal decay.Or perhaps the dark, cold rooms were not what fostered this apprehension In fact, a persistent foreboding had been with her for nearly a week, since she had learned what some of the most powerful people in this new world of technological wonders were planning for their fellow citizens.She put her tote bag down by a window in a front bedroom and clicked off the flashlight and parted the draperies She studied not the house directly across the street but the one next door to it, a fine example of Craftsman architecture.Lawrence Hannafin lived at that address, a widower since the previous March He and his late wife never had children Though only forty eighttwenty one years older than JaneHannafin was likely to be alone.She didnt know if he might be an ally in waiting More likely, he would be a coward with no convictions, who would shrink from the challenge she intended to put before him Cowardice was the default position of the times.She hoped that Hannafin wouldnt become an enemy.For seven years, she had been an FBI agent with the Critical Incident Response Group, most often assigned to cases involving Behavioral Analysis Units 3 and 4, which dealt with mass murders and serial killings, among other crimes In that capacity, shed killed only twice, in a desperate situation on an isolated farm In the past week, on leave from the Bureau, shed killed three men in self defense She was now a rogue agent, and shed had enough of killing.If Lawrence Hannafin didnt have the courage and integrity that his reputation suggested, Jane hoped that at least he would turn her away without attempting to bring her to justice There would be no justice for her No defense attorney No jury trial Considering what she knew about certain powerful people, the best she could hope for was a bullet in the head They had the means by which to do much worse to her, the ability to break her, to scrub her mind of memories, rob her of free will, and reduce her to docile slavery.Acclaim for Dean Koontzs previous Jane Hawk novel, The Silent Corner Gripping The paranoia and mystery increase as the story unfolds Koontz has created a wonderful character in Jane Hawk Koontz rocks it again.Associated Press In this era of stingy text message prose, Mr Koontz is practically Shakespeare The Silent Corner brims with both action and emotion Pittsburgh Post Gazette The Silent Corner is vintage Dean Koontz paranoia fueled suspense sleek and highly realized action, developed characters, and twists and turns than any two ordinary novels combined As relevant to current events as it is audacious amongst Dean Koontzs finest contemporary work Mystery Scene A proven specialist in action scenes, Koontz pulls off some doozies here The book is full of neat touches And the prose, as always in a Koontz novel, is first rate Perhaps Koontzs leanest, meanest thriller, this initial entry in a new series introduces a smart, appealing heroine who can outthink as well as outshoot the baddest of bad dudes Kirkus Reviews starred review The latest page turner by Dean Koontz introduces readers to Jane Hawk An inspired choice for a protagonist action, zippy dialogue and a winning character at the center of the book, part of a new series by Koontz.Minneapolis Star Tribune Long an A list bestseller, Koontz has always delivered the goods His varied bibliography now adds a new series and an exciting new heroine Booklist Fantastically written as always by Mr Koontz You are riveted on page one 5 stars Suspense Magazine Dean Koontz Wikipedia Dean Ray born July , is an American author His novels are broadly described as suspense thrillers, but also frequently incorporate elements of horror, fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and satireMany his books have appeared on The New York Times Bestseller List, with hardcovers paperbacks reaching the All Books Koontz Sign up for s free newsletter news, previews, Fantastic Fiction Author complete list series in order, latest releases, covers, descriptions availability dean koontz Books Koontz, many bestsellers, lives Southern California wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, enduring spirits goldens, Trixie Anna Odd Thomas About Acknowledged America most popular novelist Rolling Stone one today celebrated successful writer Home Facebook Watch return Jane Hawk Forbidden Door, sale Chapter AT FIRST THE BREEZE WAS NO MORE THAN A LONG si deankoontz Twitter Tweets from I live CA my wife our retriever Anna, Book Series 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    • The Whispering Room: A Jane Hawk Novel
    • 1.3
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    • Format Kindle
    • 506 pages
    • Dean Koontz
    • Anglais
    • 18 September 2016

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