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Nightfall

Nightfall

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Rating: 4 stars
Summary: Storyline info
Review: John Farris is the author also of THE FURY- one of my personal favorites that has been turned into a movie. I caught it again recently for the first time in years on cable in the past month- stars Kirk Douglas, Andrew Stephens and Amy Irving.

Farris is a master of horror- his books are harder to come by now. This one is from 1987 and makes a solid read- not too long at only 311 pages.

From the back of book:
No One Can Stop the Dark Angel

His heritage is violence and terror. A creature of nightmare, shunning all that is good in mankind, he kills without warning, without mercy. Only once has his prey survived.
Scarred emotionally and physically , Anita fled to the sanctuary of Lostman's Bayou.But the quiet of the swamps holds no peace- she cannot escape the terror.

Angel will find her. Then she will die.

From inside cover:
The bedroom door slammed shut behind her and as she was coming up from the floor, turning, yanking the pistol from its holster, the lamp chimney was smashed, the flame leaped thinly and went out.

Anita made ready to shoot without having to think about it. Thumb the safety down, pull the slide back smartly, release it- a satisfying sound in the black trap of the room. She caught a runaway breath and held it, the automatic steady in her two hands. WHERE WAS HE?

She listened, listened for the giveaway creak of floorboards beneath his heavy tread.

Instead , she smelled him. A morbid, spunky odor, collapsing on her like a spider's dense web.

Come at last, the Angel of Death.

"Not this time, Angel!" Anita fired the automatic, emptying the magazine into the suffocating darkness around her.


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