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Cobra Event-Large Print Edition

Cobra Event-Large Print Edition - 97 edition

ISBN13: 978-0679774471

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ISBN13: 978-0679774471
ISBN10: 0679774475
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Edition/Copyright: 97
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 1997
International: No

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Cobra Event-Large Print Edition - 97 edition

ISBN13: 978-0679774471

Richard Preston

ISBN13: 978-0679774471
ISBN10: 0679774475
Cover type:
Edition/Copyright: 97
Publisher: Random House, Inc.

Published: 1997
International: No
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Part One TRIAL Arc of the Circle NEW YORK CITY, LATE 1990S KATE MORAN was an only child. She was seventeen years old and lived with her parents in a loft apartment on the top floor of a handsome old building to the west of Union Square, just on the edge of Greenwich Village. One Wednesday morning in late April, Kate was slow getting up. She had woken in the middle of the night in a sweat, but it went away, and she fell back asleep, into bad dreams that she could not remember. She came awake with a fresh cold, and she could feel her period coming on. ''Kate!'' It was Nanette, the housekeeper, calling to her from the kitchen. ''Katie!'' ''Okay.'' She didn't like being called Katie. She sat up and found a Kleenex and blew her nose, and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, then went back into the bedroom and dressed in a flowered dress that she had found in a flea market. The mornings could be chilly this time of year, so she put on a sweater. Kate had wavy russet hair, beautiful hair with natural pale highlights, which she wore medium length. Her eyes were grayish blue or bluish gray, depending on the light and the weather and her mood (or so she liked to think); complicated eyes. Her face was changing fast. She could almost see the bones of the woman emerging, yet she had found that the more she stared at her face in a mirror the less she understood it. She thought about this as she brushed her hair, pushing it back so that the two platinum earrings in her left ear were visible. Kate's mother called her the Packrat, because she accumulated things. The worktable in the corner of her room was littered with old cigar boxes covered with their original illustrations, plastic boxes, metal containers, purses, bags, puzzles. Things that opened and closed. There was an old dollhouse that she had found in a junk shop in Brooklyn and had been taking apart, cannibalizing it for a project. She reached into the dollhouse and pulled out a prism made of glass, and the smoo

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