EDITORIAL REVIEW: From the depths of darkness, where hideous rats defend their empire, to dizzying heights, where a beautiful girl hangs by a hair above a hellish fate, this chilling collection of twenty short stories will plunge readers into the subterranean labyrinth of the most spine-tingling, ee
Night shift / M
โ Scribed by King, Stephen
- Publisher
- Signet Book
- Year
- 1994;1979
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 239 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0451170113
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โฆ Synopsis
EDITORIAL REVIEW:
From the depths of darkness, where hideous rats defend their empire, to dizzying heights, where a beautiful girl hangs by a hair above a hellish fate, this chilling collection of twenty short stories will plunge readers into the subterranean labyrinth of the most spine-tingling, eerie imagination of our time.
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