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McCloud #1
Kensington
October 2003
On Sale: October 2, 2003
Featuring: Raine Cameron; Seth Mackey
384 pages
ISBN: 0758203195
EAN: 9780758203199
Kindle: B002FYXSZI
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The dream never changed.
Her father's sailboat was drifting slowly away from the
shore. The clouds were growing darker. Gusts of wind
whipped the dark water into a white-capped froth that
sloshed up over her feet. Dread lay in her belly, as heavy
as a cold stone. She watched the boat drift farther and
farther. Lightning flashed. Thunder.
Then she was standing with her father in front of a tall
black marble obelisk. His arm was around her shoulders,
and his handsome face was pale and grim'. He pointed to
the obelisk. She realized that it was a tombstone.
A jolt of fear reverberated through her. It was his
tombstone.
She leaned closer to read his name and the dates of his
birth and death. The grooves in the marble seemed wet and
dark. More than wet, they were dripping with dark liquid.
It oozed out and snaked down the pale surface of the
marble in long, tangled crimson rivulets. Blood.
Horrified, she looked back up at her father, but he was no
longer her father. He had become her Uncle Victor, his
cold eyes an electric silver gray, his teeth white and
oddly sharp looking. And his heavy, muscular arm was
around her shoulders, tightening until she thought her
lungs would burst.
She woke up gasping for breath, a scream trapped in her
aching throat, and stared wild-eyed into the dark. Trying
to breathe, trying to make her hammering heart calm down.
Wondering how long it would take for the dream to drive
her mad.