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Edith Walter

    Off with His Head
    La gueule du loup
    A demon in my view
    Le jeune homme et la mort
    Terreur: La gorge
    Der letzte Samurai
    • Le jeune homme et la mort

      • 255pages
      • 9 heures de lecture

      Drusilla est belle, jeune et... très bien mariée à un homme d'affaires sans intérêt. Elle devait immanquablement croiser la route de Gray. Gray est un peu artiste et surtout très très fauché mais il possède une qualité exquise: c'est un amant délicieux. Enfin pas au point de renoncer aux fourrures ni aux diamants... A moins que Gray ne se laisse convaincre d'éliminer le gêneur. Le jeu en vaudrait la chandelle, épouser une veuve richissime... Le problème, c'est que Gray est parfaitement inoffensif!

      Le jeune homme et la mort
      3,8
    • A demon in my view

      • 214pages
      • 8 heures de lecture

      She waits for him in the dark, her mind and body perfect, passive, until one day, when he goes to the cellar, and she is gone . . . In A Demon in My View, Ruth Rendell creates a character as frightening as he is fascinating. Mild-mannered Arthur Johnson has never known how to talk to women. And his loneliness has perverted his desire for love and respect into a carefully controlled penchant for violence. One floor below him, a scholar finishing his thesis on psychopathic personalities is about to stumble—quite literally—upon one of Arthur's many secrets. Haunting and intelligent, A Demon in My View shows the startling results of this chilling alchemy of two very disparate minds—one pathological and the other obsessed with pathology.

      A demon in my view
      3,6
    • La rencontre hasardeuse, à l'insu l'un de l'autre, d'un groupe de garçons qui jouent aux espions et d'un pauvre homme avec des idées de vengeance. Une histoire criminelle où l'héroïsme et la folie s'épousent dans le macabre.

      La gueule du loup
      3,7
    • Off with His Head

      • 255pages
      • 9 heures de lecture

      “I didn’t reckon to be flustered “, said Carey, “but this flustered me, proper. Partly, no doubt, it was the way the Guiser was got up. Like a clown with the tunic thing pulled up. It’d have been over his head if—well, never mind. He didn’t paint his face but he had one of these masks. So he looked, if you can follow me, gentlemen, like a kind of doll that the head had come off of. There was the body, sort of doubled up, and there was the head, two feet away, grinning, which was right nasty...”

      Off with His Head
      3,5