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The Dark on the Other Side
The Dark on the Other Side
Author: Barbara Michaels
ISBN-13: 9780425109281
ISBN-10: 0425109283
Publication Date: 7/1/1988
Pages: 250
Rating:
  • Currently 3.8/5 Stars.
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3.8 stars, based on 20 ratings
Publisher: Berkley
Book Type: Paperback
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Is Linda Randolph crazy? Or being "gaslighted"? Michaels keeps you guessing--at least most of the way through the book. And when you figure it out, there is still plenty of suspense to go around.
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A mystery with a twist of occult. Linda Randolph hears voices, and her husband tells her she's losing her mind. But is it Gordon Randolph who is behind the dark forces haunting her.
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Loved this book
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A very strange book but worth the read.
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Michaels is a great storyteller...spinetingling!
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Beyound the insistant whispers of fear... the house talked; Linda could hear it. The objects in it talked too-chairs,tables,couches, a big,squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner the bedroom. But the voice of the house was the loudest.Sometimes it said,leave him; sometimes it wailed,I wish he'd die. and sometimes the suggestion was more direct. Linda was afraid that, as her husband sugested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was truely involved with the dark and brutal forces beyound the limits of human sanity...
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From the cover - Beyond the insistent whispers of fear... The house talked; Linda Randolph could hear it. The objects in it talked, too - chairs, tables, couches, a big, squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner of the bedroom. But the voice of the house was loudest. Sometimes it said, leave him; sometimes it wailed, I wish he'd die. And sometimes its suggestion was more direct. Linda was afraid that, as her husband suggested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was truly involved with dark and brutal forces beyond the limits of human sanity.