BrimstoneArt critic Jeremy Grove is found dead, his face frozen in a mask of terror. His body temperature is grotesquely high; he is discovered in a room barricaded from the inside; the smell of brimstone is everywhere ... and the unmistakable imprint of a claw is burned into the wall. As more bodies are discovered--their only connection the bizarre but identical manner of death--the world begins to wonder if the Devil has, is fact, come to collect his due. Teaming with Police Officer Vincent D'Agosta, Agent Pendergast is determined to solve this case that appears to defy all logic. Their investigation takes them from the luxury estates of Long Island to the crumbling, legend-shrouded castles of the Italian countryside, where Pendergast faces the most treacherous and dangerous adversary of his career. |
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Crítica de los usuarios - John_Warner - LibraryThingWhen a Hamptons resident appears to have died from spontaneous combustion in which the body is burned but nothing else in the room of the estate, FBI Special Agent Pendergast is assigned to ... Leer comentario completo
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Crítica de los usuarios - readingover50 - LibraryThingLoved how creepy this book was. How the murders were being committed was a huge mystery to me. When the truth was revealed, I wasn't sure if it was possible to kill someone like they did in the story, but it sounded like it could be true and that was good enough for me. Leer comentario completo
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