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CHAPTER IV February 11 -March 24, 1987 Every morning at nine-thirty or
thereabouts an astringent odor of aftershave stung Donnell's nostrils, and the
enormous shadow of Dr. Edman hove into view. Sometimes, though not this
morning, the ...
Edman scribbled furiously, his eye downcast. What gruesome things eyes were!
Glistening, rolling, bulging, popping. Little congealed shudders in their bony
nests. Donnell wished he had never mentioned the visual shift because they
Edman pursed his lips and tapped them with his forefinger. "You must be familiar
with anthropological studies in this area Any input?" "Well," said Jocundra,
unhappy at having to supply grist for Edman's mill, "the voodoo concept of the
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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
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I just don't like zombies, sorry...Not a bad book, sort of reminded me of Shelley's _Frankenstein_. Read full review