Résultats pour "l.m. wasylciw" dans Thrillers et romans à suspense

The world was descending into chaos: wars, sickness, famine, climate change, irregular weather patterns and general world unrest. One person, a priest, had the power to intervene. With a shaking hand he scripted an obscure, cryptic riddle on scraps of ancient papyrus scrolls. The riddle, together with an unusual gemstone, was tucked inside five silk satchels then delivered to each of his chosen ones. A chilling dampness filled the little church; lingering, enveloping and clinging.

APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH — The injustice of wrongful convictions. Rob Carson’s life had been turned upside down; his pregnant wife, Janey, was dead and he was imprisoned for her murder. From the day of the bludgeoning, Rob maintained his innocence but statistics put a target on his back. The data was all too clear, husbands kill wives. Kara, Rob’s childhood sweetheart, was in disbelief. The whole of it was inconceivable. Rob was not capable of such a heinous, brutal act. He was not a killer.

From the moment Mandy's husband took his last breath, Mandy felt a piece of her died with him. After a year of unbearable grief, Mandy found herself longing for companionship once again. With the rise of online dating and the dangers of romance scams looming, Mandy was hesitant to put herself out there. She built walls, determined no swindler would walk in her front door and crawl into her bed.

Tommy Belanger was raised in a dysfunctional family, plagued with abject poverty, incest, alcohol and child abuse. His life was filled with grief, hunger and horror. The family had been moved from one poverty-stricken two-bedroom shack to another. Always hoping for a better tomorrow. Landing in a home the mirror image of the one they had escaped.

Stella's world was one of misery and despair, wandering the streets of Victoria, BC, cold, wet and hungry. She had adapted to street-life, but on most days, she would rather be dead. Living amongst the nameless, faceless and placeless tribe of the homeless, Stella's very existence depended on the generosity of strangers. She never spoke of her past, determined to keep her life-story a secret. Faced with constant hunger, Stella begged and pushed her trolley filled with junk, trying to remain invisible as she moved from alcove to park bench and back again, clinging to anonymity.