Francesca S. - , reviewed on 6/12/2006 + 134 more book reviews

The fog shimmered up over the dark grass, over the bent, scraggly trees. Covering the hill, covering the old graveyard.

And then I heard the horrifying moan. Through the windowpane, I heard a long, low moan floating from the hill.

Human and animal at the same time.
So cold. So sad.
So near...

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