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Legion: A Novel from the Author of The Exorcist
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About Legion: A Novel From The Author Of The Exorcist
Review "Ten times better than The Exorcist...The suspense isbreathtaking, and the ideas dark, deadly and fascinating." Cleveland Plain Dealer"Tooth-grinding suspense and several terrific scares." The Seattle Times"Blatty has returned to repossess us!" New York Daily News "I devoured Legion in one terrified gulp. It even manages to outspook The Exorcist."--Los Angeles Times "Heartbeat-skipping horror. Read Legion only on a sunny day."--Cosmopolitan "Mesmerizing and horrifying at the same time."--USA Today on Legion Product Description From the author of The Exorcist -- Legion, a classic tale of horror, is back in print!A young boy is found horribly murdered in a mock crucifixion. Is the murderer the elderly woman who witnessed the crime? A neurologist who can no longer bear the pain life inflicts on its victims? A psychiatrist with a macabre sense of humor and a guilty secret? A mysterious mental patient, locked in silent isolation?Lieutenant Kinderman follows a bewildering trail that links all these people, confronting a new enigma at every turn even as more murders surface. Why does each victim suffer the same dreadful mutilations? Why are two of the victims priests? Is there a connection between these crimes and another series of murders that took place twelve years ago―and supposedly ended with the death of the killer?Legion is a novel of breathtaking energy and suspense. But more than this, it is an extraordinary journey into the uncharted depths of the human mind and the most agonizing questions of the human condition.The answers are revealed in a climax so stunning that it could only have been written by the author of The Exorcist―William Peter Blatty. About the Author William Peter Blatty (1928-2017) is best known for his mega-bestselling novel The Exorcist. Blatty also cowrote the screenplay of the hilarious Inspector Clouseau film, A Shot in the Dark. Known for his early comic novels, the New York Times proclaimed that "nobody can write funnier lines than William Peter Blatty," describing him as "a gifted virtuoso who writes like S. J. Perelman." Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. LegionBy William Peter BlattyTor BooksCopyright © 2011 William Peter BlattyAll right reserved.ISBN: 97807653271301 He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel, but then remembered Beethoven and the dappling of things and “Hurrah for Karamazov” and kindness. He stared at the sun coming up behind the Capitol, streaking the Potomac with orange light, and then down at the outrage, the horror at his feet. Something had gone wrong between man and his creator, and the evidence was here on this boathouse dock.“I think they’ve found it, Lieutenant.”“Excuse me?”“The hammer. They’ve found it.”“The hammer. Oh, yes.”Kinderman’s thoughts found a grip on the world. He looked up and saw the crime lab crew on the dock. They were gathering with eyedropper, test tube and forceps; remembering with camera, sketchpad and chalk. Their voices were hushed, mere whispered fragments, and they moved without sound, gray figures in a dream. Nearby, the blue police dredgeboat’s engines churned with the morning’s completion of dread.“Well, I guess we’re almost finished here, Lieutenant.”“Are we really? Is that so?”Kinderman squinted against the cold. The search helicopter was skimming away, throbbing low above the mud-brown darkness of the waters with its lights blinking softly red and green. The detective watched it growing smaller. It dwindled in the dawn like a fading hope. He listened, inclining his head a little; then he shivered and his hands began to dig deeper into the pockets of his coat. The shrieking of the woman had grown more piercing. It clawed at his heart and the twisted forests silent on the banks of th
