| Author: | Joe Hill | ISBN: | 9780061850493 |
| Publisher: | William Morrow | Publication: | February 3, 2009 |
| Imprint: | William Morrow | Language: | English |
| Author: | Joe Hill |
| ISBN: | 9780061850493 |
| Publisher: | William Morrow |
| Publication: | February 3, 2009 |
| Imprint: | William Morrow |
| Language: | English |
This e-short story from the New York Times bestselling author of NOS4A2 and Horns now features an excerpt from Joe Hill’s novel The Fireman.
Imogene is young and beautiful. She kisses like a movie star and knows everything about every film ever made. She's also dead and waiting in the Rosebud Theater for Alec Sheldon one afternoon in 1945. . . .
Arthur Roth is a lonely kid with big ideas and a gift for attracting abuse. It isn't easy to make friends when you're the only inflatable boy in town. . . .
Francis is unhappy. Francis was human once, but that was then. Now he's an eight-foot-tall locust and everyone in Calliphora will tremble when they hear him sing. . . .
John Finney is locked in a basement that's stained with the blood of half a dozen other murdered children. In the cellar with him is an antique telephone, long since disconnected, but which rings at night with calls from the dead. . . .
This e-short story from the New York Times bestselling author of NOS4A2 and Horns now features an excerpt from Joe Hill’s novel The Fireman.
Imogene is young and beautiful. She kisses like a movie star and knows everything about every film ever made. She's also dead and waiting in the Rosebud Theater for Alec Sheldon one afternoon in 1945. . . .
Arthur Roth is a lonely kid with big ideas and a gift for attracting abuse. It isn't easy to make friends when you're the only inflatable boy in town. . . .
Francis is unhappy. Francis was human once, but that was then. Now he's an eight-foot-tall locust and everyone in Calliphora will tremble when they hear him sing. . . .
John Finney is locked in a basement that's stained with the blood of half a dozen other murdered children. In the cellar with him is an antique telephone, long since disconnected, but which rings at night with calls from the dead. . . .
