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An edition of Stalked By Shadows Written in English — pages. Stalked by shadows , Magna Large Print Books. Libraries near you: WorldCat. Stalked By Shadows , Piatkus Books. Not in Library. Edition Description "Lucy Jarrett is terrified. Edition Notes Standard print ed. Series Tom Mariner series -- 5. Classifications Dewey Decimal Class The Physical Object Pagination pages large print Number of pages Even as she did so, she kept one eye on the thick velvet curtains as if they might suddenly part to reveal her tormentor on the other side, some ghastly apparition, ogling in at her.

Impossible, of course, but she was certain he was out there. So far he had kept his distance, but for how long? And what did he want? Julie-Ann would be at aerobics; Tamsin would be busy with the family.

For a second Lucy considered Martin just across the road. She could ask him to come over. Simply speaking to him would be a comfort.

But that would be a mistake. On that sunny autumn afternoon it had seemed perfect. After four years in her cramped flat, all the size had seemed such a luxury; with ample room in here for the king-sized bed, and the separate en-suite bathroom with shower and sunken bath.

Now all the space frightened her, leaving her feeling exposed and wanting to shrink into the corner of the room and hide. With hindsight it would have been so much better to have simply upgraded her apartment. There she would have been close to other people, and be able to hear their voices and their movements, instead of feeling remote and stranded, and so very alone. It might have been different if Will was here, but most of the time she had no husband here to protect her.

The wind gusted, splattering rain against the window, underlining her isolation and shaking her from her trance-like state. She needed a distraction. With some trepidation she switched on her computer and went online. Tonight again her email account was flooded with spam.

As fast as she could delete them, more appeared, taking their place, and in the end Lucy abandoned the machine in despair. Down in the kitchen she made a sandwich, but within inches of her mouth the salty smell of the cheese made her gag and she had to drop it and run for the downstairs cloakroom, where she retched unproductively, before finally leaning her head against the cool wall, feeling clammy and dry at the same time.

After consigning the rest of the sandwich to the bin, she took a bottle of mineral water out of the fridge and went into the lounge, where she switched on the TV, muted the sound and sat rigidly on the sofa, staring at the meaningless images, while her ears strained to catch the slightest unwanted noise. Gradually, Lucy began to relax. Something slammed against the window and Lucy leaped out of her seat, crying out with fear.

The tapping against the window continued and frantic with indecision she hovered by the curtains, daring herself to look and yet terrified of what she might see. Eventually she forced herself to lift aside the curtain and relief washed over her.

A sheet of hardboard, picked up and carried by the wind, lay flapping against the window. Shuddering, she peered into the blackness of the garden. Was he out there? Other author's books: Married Lies Reissue. Marie knows the only place she'll find the cure is in the mansion where Ama was cursed in the first place, home of Lord Sebastien LaClaire.

But once she gets into the mansion, she discovers dark secrets hidden away--secrets of the curse, of Lord Sebastien. She wants to make enough to save a dowry for her. A missing girl, ritual murders, and a shadow stalking every footstep. Alexis Caine survived an attack in the deserts of Afghanistan.

An attack the government denied and discharged him for, leaving him broken and in a mental institution. What Alex saw that day in the desert continues to haunt him. Lucy Jarrett is terrified. She's convinced that somebody is watching her, following her home from work and lurking in shadows. But when she looks, there's nobody there. The phone calls are real enough, even if the caller never speaks, although they never seem to happen when her husband is at.

If the world of the paranormal were a house, Stalking Shadows would be its wicked basement. And like a basement full of sinister energy, this collection of true stories is powerful enough to snuff out your flashlight, leaving you trembling in the darkness.

Join psychic medium and paranormal investigator Debi. He protected her And now she's missing. Finally she had contacted the police. There could, as far as Solomon could see, be any number of reasons why Mrs Silvero had not kept that appointment, not least that she had wanted to avoid a woman who was clearly a busybody.

Now, in the early evening, after nightfall and in a blustery breeze, Solomon happened to be in the area so had been asked to go and check over the house, and that was what he was doing. It was a nicer house, though - detached, with a mature garden. Solomon had been brought up on a council estate not two miles away, where his parents still lived, the only African-Caribbean family in their road, and this was the kind of house his mother had aspired to.

As he walked up the drive, across the pool of light cast from the hall, and around to the side of the house, he could see the promising glare that he guessed was from the kitchen. After a weekend off it would be nice if his first night back was an uneventful one. Solomon rang the doorbell and was rewarded by the prolonged and satisfying peal of a bell inside the house. But there was no movement behind the frosted glass. The old dear could have gone out anyway, just not with her over-anxious friend.

Crouching down, Solomon could see nothing through the spring-flap letterbox except a long and empty hallway, with its perfectly centred carpet runner, though he thought he spied the corner of a couple of letters immediately below him on the mat. Similarly the lounge, though only partially illuminated by the residual light from the hallway, viewed through the front windows looked perfectly normal, the furniture and ornaments all intact and in place.

Solomon walked round to the side of the house, coming to a seven-foot-high wooden side gate that blocked access to the back garden. It was, of course, bolted from the inside; and this was his dilemma.

Solomon had scraped by his medical a couple of months ago and was neither slim nor athletic. Should he take the undisturbed nature of the house as proof positive that all was well with Nina Silvero, or should he try to heave his considerable bulk over the wooden gate?

Lucy Jarrett looked down from the computer screen, picked up her pen and scored a line through the last item on the Post-it note stuck to her diary. Not bad for a Monday. Clicking the mouse, she logged off and closed down the computer. She should have been satisfied with such a productive day.

She could count on the fingers of one hand the number of occasions when she had previously cleared her in-tray, and those harked back years to the time when she was newly qualified. But, instead of satisfaction, all she felt was the bubble of anxiety that rose in her stomach like indigestion, because now the only remaining option was to go home.