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Yours Until Death - Gunnar Staalesen
1993 British hardcover first edition first issue, Constable, London A fine book in fine unclipped £13.99 dust jacket A clean and tidy book, very light tan to edges, no owner names etc The dust cover has no loss or tears and very attractive cover artwork It was at their 'torture chamber', a hut in the pine woods nearby, that Varg Veum, Private Investigator, first encountered the gang's pathetic but deadly ferocity. Eight-year-old Roar's bicycle had been stolen and not an adult in sight dared retrieve it. But a preliminary brush with such youthful violence was as nothing compared to what awaited Veum when he got to know Roar's blue-eyed, shy yet sensuous mother, Wenchc Andresen, and her estranged husband, Jonas. Veum's attempts to break up Joker and his pack of young thugs by enlisting the help of the local youth club leader proved a dead end. But not so dead as the man who lay prone with a knife in his back on the floor of Andresen's flat. For Sale at £13 (approx $26) *B7 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Roar was waiting where I'd left him. He gazed at me. Open admiration. I jumped off his bike and we wheeled it between us back to his building. He said, 'What did you do?' I said, 'I just went up there and took it.' As if there'd been nothing to it. She didn't have to introduce herself. I knew. She came fluttering toward us like a terrified bird, her dark hair a cloud around her face. She wore blue corduroy trousers, a tight white turtle-neck, and a red and blue ski jacket she hadn't had time to fasten. 'Roar!' she called from fifty metres away. 'Where have you been?' She grabbed her son's shoulders, staring at him. Her hair curled wildly. It was cut very short at the neck. She had one of those thin white necks that make you cry inside and remember the thousands of swans you used to see in Nygard Park when you were a kid. That make you regret deeply and sincerely that you've never found such a neck to cry against, ever loved another's more - if you ever have. |
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