Acclaim For the Work of JOHN FARRIS!
“Few writers have Mr. Farris’s talent for masterfully devious plotting, the shattering, effective use of violence, and in-depth characterization.”
—The New York Times
“A whirlpool of suspense, dread, and thrills, but also fiction of meaning and substance — phenomenal, first- rate.”
—Dean Koontz
“Inventive, sexy, and intricately plotted... superbly engrossing.”
—Publishers Weekly
“John Farris is the godfather of thriller writers.”
—F. Paul Wilson
“Farris is a real master.”
—Peter Straub
“His paragraphs are smashingly crafted and images glitter like solitaires.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Farris has the remarkable ability to jab his literary ice pick to the bone marrow.”
—Brian Garfield
“Farris puts [readers] on the edge of their seats via compelling characterization and ratcheting up the tension at every turn of a well-crafted plot.”
—Booklist
“Strong, lip-smacking suspense.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Well-drawn characters... graceful and gripping story-telling... another winner from a legendary writer.”
—Fangoria
“Farris has marvelous skill.”
—The Associated Press
“It’s amazing... The characters are as vivid as any I’ve ever read, and Mr. Farris constantly surprised me with the twists and turns of the plot. Mr. Farris is a master storyteller.”
—Larry Bond
“John Farris is more than a giant, he’s... the Tyrannosaurus Rex of thriller writers.”
—Douglas Preston
I heard it again — the sound of someone walking stealthily toward me in the sand. I rolled on my belly, gathered my legs beneath me and dived at an indistinct figure five feet away. We went down. There was a muffled sound of surprise. My hand slid along a smooth curved thigh, touched rounded breasts and full nipples. I was holding a woman as naked as I was, and holding her damned tight, the weight of my body pinning her to the sand. I backed away from her fast and she sat up. She cried out again, reached toward her breasts with protective hands.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You shouldn’t have come up behind me like that.”
“It’s... all right,” she said in a strained voice. “I’m sorry I... startled you.” Her hands came away from her breasts slowly and dropped to her knees. She sat very still, apparently looking toward me. I hadn’t held her long, but long enough for her to be perfectly aware I wasn’t dressed either. Not that it made any difference, in the dark.
“Who are you?” I said.
“I’m Diane. You... must be Pete Mallory.”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
“Macy’s talked about you. He brought you here to find the person who’s going to kill him.”
“Yes.”
She was silent for a moment. Then she stretched, rising to her toes, and relaxed. Her voice was calm again.
“Macy will tell you about me,” she said. “I’m supposed to be a little bit crazy.”
“Are you?”
She laughed girlishly. “I suppose so. I suppose I am...”
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Baby
MOLL
by John Farris
WRITING AS ‘STEVE BRACKEEN’
