Idézet(poolfan @ 2008. May 2. - 17:26)
Én Stephen Kingtõl olvasom a Végítélet-et. Nem rossz..
Abba én is belekezdtem, az elsõ könyvbõl kb 100 oldalt biztos elolvastam ( már régebben volt), de utána az elkeveredett, ott maradt valakinél és csak a második van meg.
A Balek nekem is megvan, majd azt is sorra kéne venni, de még a Koontz könyvet sem vettem elõ azóta.
Viszont megszereztem Clive Barker új regényét, a Mister B Gone-t.
Egy démon memoárja lényegében, aki egyenesen az olvasóhoz beszél.
Jól kezdõdik:
BURN THIS BOOK.
Go on. Quickly, while there's still time. Burn it. Don't look at another word. Did you hear me? Not. One. More. Word.
Why are you waiting? It's not that difficult. Just stop reading and burn the book. It's for your own good, believe me. No, I can't explain why. We don't have time for explanations. Every syllable that you let your eyes wander over gets you into more and more trouble. And when I say trouble, I mean things so terrifying your sanity won't hold once you see them, feel them. You'll go mad. Become a living blank, all that you ever were wiped away, because you wouldn't do one simple thing. Burn this book.
It doesn't matter if you spent your last dollar buying it. No, and it doesn't matter if it was a gift from somebody you love. Believe me, friend, you should set fire to this book right now, or you'll regret the consequences.
—*—
Go on. What are you waiting for? You don't have a light? Ask somebody. Beg them. It's a matter of light and death Believe me! Will you please believe me? A little runt of a book like this isn't worth risking madness and eternal damnation over. Well, is it? No, of course not. So burn it. Now! Don't let your eyes travel any further. Just stop HERE.
—*—
Oh God! You're still reading? What is it? You think this is some silly little joke I'm playing? Trust me, it isn't. I know, I know, you're thinking it's just a book filled with words, like any other book. And what are words? Black marks on white paper. How much harm could there be in something so simple? If I had ten hundred years to answer that question I would barely scratch the surface of the monstrous deeds the words in this book could be used to instigate and inflame. But we don't have ten hundred years. We don't even have ten hours, ten minutes. You're just going to have to trust me. Here, I'll make it as simple as possible for you:
This book will do you harm beyond description unless you do as I'm asking you to.
You can do it. Just stop reading...
Now.

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