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Chris and Cathy made such a loving home for fourteen-year-old Jory - so handsome, so gentle. And for Bart, who had such a dazzling imagination for a nine year old. Then the lights came on in the house next door. Soon the Old Lady in Black was there, watching them, guarded by her strange old butler. Soon she had Bart over for cookies and ice cream and asked him to call her "Grandmother". And soon Bart's transformation began... Fed by the hint of terrible things about his mother and father...leading him into shocking acts of violence. Now while this little boy trembles on the edge of madness, his anguished parents await the climax to a horror that flowered in an attic long ago, a horror whose thorns are still wet with blood, still tipped with fire.

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If There Be Thorns, Virginia Cleo Andrews

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Jaar van publicatie
1981
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Titel
If There Be Thorns
Taal
Engels
Uitgever
Pocket Books
Jaar van publicatie
1981
Formaat
Paperback
Aantal pagina's
374
ISBN10
067168289X
ISBN13
9780671682897
Eerste editie
1981
Oorspronkelijke titel
If There Be Thorns
Beoordeling
3,8 van 5
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Chris and Cathy made such a loving home for fourteen-year-old Jory - so handsome, so gentle. And for Bart, who had such a dazzling imagination for a nine year old. Then the lights came on in the house next door. Soon the Old Lady in Black was there, watching them, guarded by her strange old butler. Soon she had Bart over for cookies and ice cream and asked him to call her "Grandmother". And soon Bart's transformation began... Fed by the hint of terrible things about his mother and father...leading him into shocking acts of violence. Now while this little boy trembles on the edge of madness, his anguished parents await the climax to a horror that flowered in an attic long ago, a horror whose thorns are still wet with blood, still tipped with fire.