The Disappearance
(Sprache: Englisch)
A haunting tale of a missing girl that could only have come from the mind of Bram Stoker Award-winning author Bentley Little.
The festival was intended as a getaway from UCLA for Gary, his girlfriend, Joan, and their friends. But soon after they arrive,...
The festival was intended as a getaway from UCLA for Gary, his girlfriend, Joan, and their friends. But soon after they arrive,...
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A haunting tale of a missing girl that could only have come from the mind of Bram Stoker Award-winning author Bentley Little.The festival was intended as a getaway from UCLA for Gary, his girlfriend, Joan, and their friends. But soon after they arrive, Joan vanishes. Calls to her parents' home yield only dead air. Her school records are gone. And there's no evidence that Joan, or even her roommate, ever existed. Most disturbing of all is what they do find.
Among Joan's belongings is a prayer written on a small scroll. It's a safeguard-and a warning-from something called The Outsiders. For Gary and his friends it's the only clue. Now, if they want to find out exactly what happened to Joan, they must follow it. But they may not like what they find….
Story Locale: Arizona
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OneThe desert stretched out before them, a tan plain dotted by occasional brown brush and bordered at the far edges by small mountains painted purple by the rising sun. Aside from Reyn, who was driving, Gary was the only one in the car still awake, and he shifted slightly in the middle of the backseat, both to relieve some of the pressure that Joan's elbow was putting on his midsection and to move away from Brian's leg, which was pressing uncomfortably close. From the passenger seat in front, Stacy stirred, letting out a muffled sound that was half snore, half snort.
"That's why I love her," Reyn whispered back.
Gary smiled.
They'd been driving since midnight, when Brian had gotten off work at Del Taco, and were now out of California and well into Nevada. If Brian had been awake, he would have insisted they stick to their planned itinerary and stop off in Vegas for a few hours, but luckily for the rest of them he had been out like a light since San Bernardino, and they had decided on the spur of the moment, in the middle of the darkness, in the middle of the desert, to skip Las Vegas and had turned onto a state highway at Baker.
They were on their way to Burning Man, the tribal gathering held each summer in the Black Rock Desert. Gary knew next to nothing about the festival, only that it had something to do with a big effigy that got set on fire each year like the straw figure in The Wicker Man. Stacy had been before, and it was she who'd initially suggested they make this trek. They'd had fun at Coachella together, she'd said. This would be even better.
Indeed, they had all gone to Coachella together-all of them except Joan-and while that had been fun and there'd been no problems, it had also been only a two-hour drive from UCLA, with Palm Springs, Indio and a host of sprawling, newly developed desert cities in the
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immediate surrounding area.
This was totally different.
For one thing, Burning Man was ten hours away, out in the middle of nowhere and lasted a week. For another, it was not a well-planned commercial endeavor but a hippieish "event" where participants were supposed to create a temporary community dedicated to "art, self-expression and self-reliance."
Two days at Coachella had been fine, but Gary wasn't sure the five of them could spend a week together without ending up at one another's throats, and he was glad that their respective work schedules had precluded them from attending all save these climactic three days. Unfortunately, it was also Labor Day weekend, which meant that they were going to be stuck in endless lines of traffic when they tried to return to Southern California.
Joan stirred awake, opening her eyes and smiling at him. She kissed his cheek and wrapped an arm around his midsection. Even here in the car, hair tangled and face groggy, she looked absolutely beautiful, and as always, he was astounded by the fact that she was going out with him. Although he'd seen her around campus before-and noticed her-they had met only last semester in a music appreciation class they had together. He could not remember now how or why they had started talking. He seemed to recall that either she had asked him for a pencil or he had asked her for one, but the memory of that first meeting was vague and hazy. He'd been dating someone else at the time-Meg Wells, a hyperefficient advertising major whose life was so well organized that even the specifics of her leisure activities were accounted for on her PDA-but he'd found himself thinking more and more about Joan, looking for her in the crowd outside the music building before class, going out of his way to walk with her after class, although nothing had happened between them. It wasn't until earlier this summer, after Meg had landed a summer internship at a high-powered advertisi
This was totally different.
For one thing, Burning Man was ten hours away, out in the middle of nowhere and lasted a week. For another, it was not a well-planned commercial endeavor but a hippieish "event" where participants were supposed to create a temporary community dedicated to "art, self-expression and self-reliance."
Two days at Coachella had been fine, but Gary wasn't sure the five of them could spend a week together without ending up at one another's throats, and he was glad that their respective work schedules had precluded them from attending all save these climactic three days. Unfortunately, it was also Labor Day weekend, which meant that they were going to be stuck in endless lines of traffic when they tried to return to Southern California.
Joan stirred awake, opening her eyes and smiling at him. She kissed his cheek and wrapped an arm around his midsection. Even here in the car, hair tangled and face groggy, she looked absolutely beautiful, and as always, he was astounded by the fact that she was going out with him. Although he'd seen her around campus before-and noticed her-they had met only last semester in a music appreciation class they had together. He could not remember now how or why they had started talking. He seemed to recall that either she had asked him for a pencil or he had asked her for one, but the memory of that first meeting was vague and hazy. He'd been dating someone else at the time-Meg Wells, a hyperefficient advertising major whose life was so well organized that even the specifics of her leisure activities were accounted for on her PDA-but he'd found himself thinking more and more about Joan, looking for her in the crowd outside the music building before class, going out of his way to walk with her after class, although nothing had happened between them. It wasn't until earlier this summer, after Meg had landed a summer internship at a high-powered advertisi
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Bentley Little
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- Autor: Bentley Little
- 2022, International, 400 Seiten, Maße: 14,3 x 20,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593441346
- ISBN-13: 9780593441343
- Erscheinungsdatum: 28.07.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Bram Stoker Award-Winning Author Bentley LittleThe horror poet laureate...a master of the macabre! Stephen King
[Bentley Little is] on par with such greats as Stephen King, Clive Barker, and Peter Straub. Midwest Book Review
Little possesses the uncanny ability to take everyday situations and turn them into nightmares. Publishers Weekly
Little has the unparalleled ability to evoke surreal, satiric terror. Horror Reader
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