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The gray-haired usher from Papa Salvatino's revival stood in the door; neither his
beatific smile nor his shabby suit had changed. At his side was a crewcut, hawk-
faced young man holding a guitar, and lounging beside him was a teenage girl, ...
It might have been a caricature of her, having her serpentine hair, her wry smile:
a fiery face floating on the blackness. Donnell got to his feet, weak from Papa's
manipulations; too weak, he thought, to engage Papa physically. He searched ...
He tried a smile but it didn't fit. Then he gave her another hug and went down the
hill. He looked insignificant against the mass of copper, his jeans and shirt
ridiculously modern in conjunction with its archaic pattern. She had the feeling it
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dukedom_enough - www.librarything.com
We've been taught in recent years to think of mindless brain-eaters when we hear the word "zombies". In 1984, Shepard's first novel inverted the stereotype. A secret medical project, hidden in the ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dbsovereign - www.librarything.com
I just don't like zombies, sorry...Not a bad book, sort of reminded me of Shelley's _Frankenstein_. Read full review