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Padlocked doors. Strange light fixtures. Mutant cockroaches. There are some odd things about Nate’s new apartment.

Of course, he has other things on his mind. He hates his job. He has no money in the bank. No girlfriend. No plans for the future. So while his new home isn’t perfect, it’s livable. The rent is low, the property managers are friendly, and the odd little mysteries don’t nag at him too much.

At least, not until he meets Mandy, his neighbor across the hall, and notices something unusual about her apartment. And Xela’s apartment. And Tim’s. And Veek’s.

Because every room in this old Los Angeles brownstone has a mystery or two. Mysteries that stretch back over a hundred years. Some of them are in plain sight. Some are behind locked doors. And all together these mysteries could mean the end of Nate and his friends.

Or the end of everything…

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2012

Permuted Press, 2012

370 oldal · ISBN: 9781618680525

Permuted Press, 2012

372 oldal · ASIN: B00898J9IE

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Helyna

2016. szeptember 3., 17:04

Peter Clines: 14 (angol)

Ez a könyv úgy kezdődött, mint egy klisés kis creepypasta – átlagos fiatal pasas új házba költözik, furcsaságok történnek, nyomozni kezd. Nem volt nagyon ijesztő, de baromi érdekes, főleg hogy tényleg mindenféle komponensek megjelentek, mutáns állatkáktól öngyilkosságsorozatot vonzó lakásig meg ilyenek. Ez a része nem volt kifejezetten eredeti, de nagyon élveztem, az írás is jó volt. Jöttek az újabb szereplők, ők sem voltak olyan hihetetlenül nagy karakterek, de jól beleillettek a történetbe. Aztán a nyomozás során kezdtem úgy érezni, mintha egy indie horror-mystery videójáték sztoriját olvasnám. Még ekkor sem nagyon láttam, mi lesz ebből, de továbbra is tetszett. Aztán hirtelen kiderültek a megfejtések, amik kevésbé voltak bombasztikusak, inkább csak ez az „ááhhá, hát persze” érzés volt meg bennem (meg egy kicsit az, hogy "mivvvan?!") spoiler A legutolsó rész spoiler kicsit mintha ügyetlenebbül lett volna megírva, nekem legalábbis nem tetszett annyira, meg már tényleg nem volt meg a rejtély izgalma, szóval csak azt vártam, hogy spoiler A vége meg várható volt.
Szóval olyan vegyes, de azért tetszett, volt egy pont, hogy le sem tudtam tenni, nagyon izgalmas volt, amíg még megvolt benne a gondolkodás faktor, amíg még nem lehetett tudni, hogy pontosan mi is folyik itt. spoiler Ja meg volt egy pár tökjó utalás (Lost, Fringe, Doctor Who).

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havrillas

2017. február 23., 19:53

“Ummmm…” Xela looked at Nate. “This sounds silly but aren’t you NT?”
“What?”
“Nate Tucker,” she said. “NT is you.”
They looked at him.
“Bro,” said Roger. “You’re a time traveler.”
“No, I’m not,” said Nate.
“Not yet, but maybe in the future.”
“It’s not me. You really think I built this place?”
“What if you’re the one who tells him about the monsters?” suggested Xela, “That’s why they just come out of nowhere. He couldn’t tell anybody a time traveler from the future told him about them.”
“Right,” said Tim, “because involving a time traveler makes the idea of giant monsters from another dimension seem foolish.”

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havrillas

2017. február 23., 19:56

“Excuse me, Mr. Rommell?”
Oskar turned from the gate. “Yes, Mrs. Knight. What can I do for you?”
She stood at the top of the stairs. She wore a bright red cardigan despite the summer heat and leaned on her cane. Her eyes were hidden from the afternoon light by a wide pair of sunglasses. “Are you heading to the store?”
“I am,” he said. “May I pick something up for you?”
Mrs. Knight nodded. “I was wondering if you could get some white tea for me? I’d go myself but my hip is killing me today.” She held up a ten dollar bill and a small box, folded flat. “This is the brand I like.”
Oskar took the box and his brows shifted. “They haff this at the corner store?”
Mrs. Knight’s face dropped. “Oh,” she said. “I thought you were going to the real store. The Vons over on Vermont.”
“I had not planned to,” he said.
“Ahhhh,” said Mrs. Knight. She held out her hand for the box. “Well, never mind, then. I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow and—”
Oskar shook his head. “Not at all,” he said. “It is a nice day for a walk, and the Vons will haff better prices. Besides,” he winked and patted his broad stomach, “I can always use the exercise.”
“You’re too kind,” she said. “Thank you so much.”
“You are very welcome,” he said. “I will be back in an hour or so with your tea.” He gave her a little bow of his head and headed out the gate.
Mrs. Knight headed inside. Nate, Veek, and Debbie watched from the second floor window as Oskar headed down the street. “He’s such a gentleman,” said Debbie. “I feel kind of bad tricking him like this.”
“He’s the one keeping secrets,” said Veek.
“Y’know,” said Nate, “I’m not even sure he knows.”
Debbie looked over her shoulder at him. “Really?”
Nate shrugged. “Think about it. He’s a middle-management guy. He’s just doing the job he was hired to do. They tell him to keep people from snooping around and causing problems. It doesn’t mean he knows why.

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