Christopher Buehlman: The Suicide Motor Club, Gebunden

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Bram Stoker, quoting the ballad "Lenore," said, "The dead travel fast."
Those words have never rung more true . . .

Remember that car that roared past you near midnight on Route 66, doing 105 with its lights off? You wondered where it was going so quickly on that dark, dusty stretch of road, motor roaring, the driver glancing out the window as he blew by.

. . . that was the founder of the Suicide Motor Club.

They roam America, littering the highways with smashed cars and bled-out bodies, a gruesome reflection of the unsettled sixties. To anyone unlucky enough to meet them in the lonely hours of the night, they're just a blurry memory.

That is - to all but one . . .

Two years ago, they left a witness in the mangled wreck of her family car, her husband dead, her son taken. She remembers their awful faces, despite their tricks and glamours. Now she's coming for them - her thirst for vengeance even more powerful than their hunger for blood.

On the deserted highways of America, the hunters are about to become the hunted . . .
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