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First published in the USA in 2017 by Bantam Books,
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Copyright © Dean Koontz 2017
Excerpt from The Whispering Room by Dean Koontz
Copyright © Dean Koontz 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780007518067
Ebook Edition © JUNE 2017 ISBN: 9780007518081
Version: 2017-10-18
The major advances in civilization â¦
all but wreck the societies in which they occur.
âALFRED NORTH WHITEHEAD
I look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive
⦠and witness their wax-laying and honey-making,
and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur.
âTHOMAS CARLYLE, Sartor Resartus
JANE HAWK WOKE in the cool dark and for a moment could not remember where she had gone to sleep, only that as always she was in a queen- or king-size bed and that her pistol lay under the pillow on which the head of a companion would have rested had she not been traveling alone. Diesel growl and friction drone of eighteen tires on asphalt reminded her that she was in a motel, near the interstate, and it was ⦠Monday.
With a soft-green numerical glow, the bedside clock reported the bad but not uncommon news that it was 4:15 in the morning, too early for her to have gotten eight hours of sack time, too late to imagine that she might fall back to sleep.
She lay for a while, thinking about what had been lost. She had promised herself to stop dwelling on the bitter past. She spent less time on it now than before, which would have counted as progress if recently she hadnât turned to thoughts of what was yet to be lost.