>my face when
"the sound was nothing like they had ever heard before, and it wasn't quiet. it was so clear, so loud, that it seemed as if it were right next to them. it was like a woman wailing in grief and anguish, weeping over a corpse of a loved one, her cry rising, wavering, holding, then . . . gone. silence. SNAP! CRUNCH. whatever it was, it was coming near them."
Oh boy, the monster must be some kind of a spectre of something. Images of a distorted pregnant witch Barbra Streisand hybrid fills my mind. I'm shitting my pants in excitement. Great book.
"the shadow moved so fast he lost it. he searched, waved his light about. it caught one fleeting image of his wife's body swept up like a toy, arms limp, long brown hair flying. the shadow enfolded her like a blanket. there were heavy bass-note footfalls up the bank, and then . . . nothing."
Holy crap. Distorted pregnant Barbra Streisand hybrid took his wife. Jizz in mah pants, Good book!
>my face when
*wife wakes up*
"from this slight distance she was able to get a full look at her. she was being held by what appeared to be a gorilla . . .
Holy dicking shit nipples.
A motherfucking Sasquatch.
god damn it frank. now it became a chore to read this. crappy book.
*Frank Edward Peretti is a best-selling contemporary evangelical Christian fiction novelist.
Ohhh. So that's why. Well, lesson is, always check what religious cult the author belongs in. or something like that.
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