Ebook {Epub PDF} Death Will Have Your Eyes by James Sallis

Death Will Have Your Eyes Chapter One. The man kept opening his mouth, wanting something from me, but it was a language I didn't know. Not Mandarin. Not Thai or Vietnamese. Only sounds. His voice rose and fell in pitch. Shouting, demanding.  · Death will have your Eyes is a spy story, shadowy exploration of identity, and a road trip filled with perfect miniature descriptions of characters and places, sudden violence, eerie and surreal imagery, and melancholy. The plot is confusing and complex with shade like characters fading into each other (intentional I suspect)/5(43). James Sallis is not everyone's cup of tea, his work is very much an acquired taste as it is not clear in what he is meaning at times, he does like his diversions of poetry and fine literature, and his plots are sometimes a bit confusing. That being said, Death will have your eyes, is a /5(23).

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