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Synopsis
#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents the first novel in a compelling trilogy about three brothers bound by fate, blood, and a timeless enemy.In the town of Hawkins Hollow, it's called The Seven. Every seven years, on the seventh day of the seventh month, strange things happen. It began when three young boys-Caleb, Fox, and Gage-went on a camping trip to The Pagan Stone...
It is only February, but Caleb Hawkins-descendant of the town founders-has already seen and felt the stirrings of evil. Though he can never forget the beginning of the terror in the woods twenty-one years ago, the signs have never been this strong before. Cal will need the help of his best friends Fox and Gage, but surprisingly he must rely on a stranger as well.
Reporter Quinn Black came to Hawkins Hollow hoping to make its eerie happenings the subject of her new book. She too can see the evil the locals cannot, somehow connecting her to the town-and to Cal. As winter turns to spring, they will shed their inhibitions, surrendering to a desire that will grow and form the cornerstone of a group of men and women bound by the fight against what is to come from out of the darkness...
Don't miss the other books in the Sign of Seven trilogy
The Hollow
The Pagan Stone
Review
Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.One
Hawkins Hollow
Maryland
July 6, 1987
Inside the pretty kitchen of the pretty house on Pleasant Avenue, Caleb Hawkins struggled not to squirm as his mother packed her version of campout provisions.
In his mother's world, ten-year-old boys required fresh fruit, homemade oatmeal cookies (they weren't so bad), half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, a bag of Ritz crackers made into sandwiches with Jif peanut butter for filling, some celery and carrot sticks (yuck!), and hearty ham-and-cheese sandwiches.
Then there was the thermos of lemonade, the stack of paper napkins, and the two boxes of Pop-Tarts she wedged into the basket for breakfast.
"Mom, we're not going to starve to death," he complained as she stood deliberating in front of an open cupboard. "We're going to be right in Fox's backyard."
Which was a lie, and kinda hurt his tongue. But she'd never let him go if he told her the truth. And, sheesh, he was ten. Or would be the very next day.
Frannie Hawkins put her hands on her hips. She was a pert, attractive blonde with summer blue eyes and a stylish curly perm. She was the mother of three, and Cal was her baby and only boy. "Now, let me check that backpack."
"Mom!"
"Honey, I just want to be sure you didn't forget anything." Ruthless in her own sunny way, Frannie unzipped Cal's navy blue pack. "Change of underwear, clean shirt, socks, good, good, shorts, toothbrush. Cal, where are the Band-Aids I told you to put in, and the Bactine, the bug repellant?"
"Sheesh, we're not going to Africa."
"All the same," Frannie said, and did her signature finger wave to send him along to gather up the supplies. While he did, she slipped a card out of her pocket and tucked it into the pack.
He'd been born-after eight hours and twelve minutes of vicious labor-at one minute past midnight. Every year she stepped up to his bed at twelve, watched him sleep for that minute, then kissed him on the cheek.
Now he'd be ten, and she wouldn't be able to perform the ritual. Because it made her eyes sting, she turned away to wipe at her spotless counter as she heard his tromping footsteps.
"I got it all, okay?"
Smiling brightly, she turned back. "Okay." She stepped over to rub a hand over his short, soft hair. He'd been her towheaded baby boy, she mused, but his hair was darkening, and she suspected it would be a light brown eventually.
Just as hers would be without the aid of Born Blonde.
In a habitual gesture, Frannie tapped his dark-framed glasses back up his nose. "You make sure you thank Miss Barry and Mr. O'Dell when you get there."
"I will."
"And when you leave to come home tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
She took his face in her hands, looked through the thick lenses into eyes the same color as his father's calm gray ones. "Behave," she said and kissed his cheek. "Have fun." Then the other. "Happy birthday, my baby."
Usually it mortified him to be called her baby, but for some reason, just then, it made him feel sort of gooey and good.
"Thanks, Mom."
He shrugged on the backpack, then hefted the loaded picnic basket. How the hell was he going to ride all the way out to Hawkins Wood with half the darn grocery store on his bike?
The guys were going to razz him something fierce.
Since he was stuck, he carted it into the garage, where his bike hung tidily-by Mom decree-on a rack on the wall. Thinking it through, he borrowed two of his father's bungee cords and secured the picnic basket to the wire basket of his bike.
Then he hopped on his bike and pedaled down the short drive.
Fox finished weeding his section of the vegetable garden before hefting the spray his mother mixed up weekly to discourage the deer and rabbits from invading for an all-you-can-eat buffet. The garlic, raw egg, and cayenne pepper combination stank so bad he held his breath as he squirted it on the rows of snap beans and limas, the potato greens, the carrot and radish tops.
He stepped back, took a clear breath, and studied his work. His mother was pretty damn strict about the gardening. It was all about respecting the earth, harmonizing with Nature, and that stuff.
It was also, Fox knew, about eating, and making enough food and money to feed a family of six-and whoever dropped by. Which was why his dad and his older sister, Sage, were down at their stand selling fresh eggs, goat's milk, honey, and his mother's homemade jams.
He glanced over to where his younger brother, Ridge, was stretched out between the rows playing with the weeds instead of yanking them. And because his mother was inside putting their baby sister, Sparrow, down for her nap, he was on Ridge duty.
"Come on, Ridge, pull the stupid things. I wanna go."
Ridge lifted his face, turned his I'm-dreaming eyes on his brother. "Why can't I go with you?"
"Because you're eight and you can't even weed the dumb tomatoes." Annoyed, Fox stepped over the rows to Ridge's section and, crouching, began to yank.
"Can, too."
As Fox hoped, the insult had Ridge weeding with a vengeance. Fox straightened, rubbed his hands on his jeans. He was a tall boy with a skinny build, a mass of bark brown hair worn in a waving tangle around a sharp-boned face. His eyes were tawny and reflected his satisfaction now as he trooped over for the sprayer.
He dumped it beside Ridge. "Don't forget to spray this shit."
He crossed the yard, circling what was left-three short walls and part of a chimney-of the old stone hut on the edge of the vegetable garden. It was buried, as his mother liked it best, in honeysuckle and wild morning glory.
He skirted past the chicken coop and the cluckers that were pecking around, by the goat yard where the two nannies stood slack-hipped and bored, edged around his mother's herb garden. He headed toward the kitchen door of the house his parents had mostly built. The kitchen was big, and the counters loaded with projects-canning jars, lids, tubs of candle wax, bowls of wicks.
He knew most of the people in and around the Hollow thought of his family as the weird hippies. It didn't bother him. For the most part they got along, and people were happy to buy their eggs and produce, his mother's needlework and handmade candles and crafts, or hire his dad to build stuff.
Fox washed up at the sink before rooting through the cupboards, poking in the big pantry searching for something that wasn't health food.
Fat chance.
He'd bike over to the market-the one right outside of town just in case-and use some of his savings to buy Little Debbies and Nutter Butters.
His mother came in, tossing her long brown braid off the shoulder bared by her cotton sundress. "Finished?"
"I am. Ridge is almost."
Joanne walked to the window, her hand automatically lifting to brush down Fox's hair, staying to rest on his neck as she studied her young son.
"There's some carob brownies and some veggie dogs, if you want to take any."
"Ah." Barf. "No, thanks. I'm good."
He knew that she knew he'd be chowing down on meat products and refined sugar. And he knew she knew he knew. But she wouldn't rag him about it. Choices were big with Mom.
"Have a good time."
"I will."
"Fox?" She stood where she was, by the sink with the light coming in the window and haloing her hair. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks, Mom." And with Little Debbies on his mind, he bolted out to grab his bike and start the adventure.
The old man was still sleeping when Gage shoved some supplies into his pack. Gage could hear the snoring through the thin, crappy walls of the cramped, crappy apartment over the Bowl-a-Rama. The old man worked there cleaning the floors, the johns, and whatever else Cal�s father found for him to do.
He might've been a day shy of his tenth birthday, but Gage knew why Mr. Hawkins kept the old man on, why they had the apartment rent-free with the old man supposedly being the maintenance guy for the building. Mr. Hawkins felt sorry for them-and mostly sorry for Gage because he was stuck as the motherless son of a mean drunk.
Other people felt sorry for him, too, and that put Gage's back up. Not Mr. Hawkins though. He never let the pity show. And whenever Gage did any chores for the bowling alley, Mr. Hawkins paid him in cash, on the side. And with a conspirator's wink.
He knew, hell, everybody knew, that Bill Turner knocked his kid around from time to time. But Mr. Hawkins was the only one who'd ever sat down with Gage and asked him what he wanted. Did he want the cops, Social Services, did he want to come stay with him and his family for a while?
He hadn't wanted the cops or the do-gooders. They only made it worse. And though he'd have given anything to live in that nice house with people who lived decent lives, he'd only asked if Mr. Hawkins would please, please, not fire his old man.
He got knocked around less whenever Mr. Hawkins kept his father busy and employed. Unless, of course, good old Bill went on a toot and decided to whale in.
If Mr. Hawkins knew how bad it could get during those times, he would call the cops.
So he didn't tell, and he learned to be very good at hiding beatings like the one he'd taken the night before.
Gage moved carefully as he snagged three cold ones out of his father's beer supply. The welts on his back and butt were still raw and angry and they stung like fire. He'd expected the beating. He always got one around his birthday. He always got another one around the date of his mother's death.
Those were the big, traditional two. Other times, the whippings came as a surprise. But mostly, when the old man was working steady, the hits were just a careless cuff or shove.
He didn't bother to be quiet when he turned toward his father's bedroom. Nothing short of a raid by the A-Team would wake Bill Turner when he was in a drunken sleep.
The room stank of beer sweat and stale smoke, causing Gage to wrinkle his handsome face. He took the half pack of Marlboros off the dresser. The old man wouldn't remember if he'd had any, so no problem there.
Without a qualm, he opened his father's wallet and helped himself to three singles and a five.
He looked at his father as he stuffed the bills in his pocket. Bill sprawled on the bed, stripped down to his boxers, his mouth open as the snores pumped out.
The belt he'd used on his son the night before lay on the floor along with dirty shirts, socks, jeans.
For a moment, just a moment, it rippled through Gage with a kind of mad glee-the image of himself picking up that belt, swinging it high, laying it snapping hard over his father's bare, sagging belly.
See how you like it.
But there on the table with its overflowing ashtray, the empty bottle, was the picture of Gage's mother, smiling out.
People said he looked like her-the dark hair, the hazy green eyes, the strong mouth. It had embarrassed him once, being compared to a woman. But lately, since everything but that one photograph was so faded in his head, when he couldn't hear her voice in his head or remember how she'd smelled, it steadied him.
He looked like his mother.
Sometimes he imagined the man who drank himself into a stupor most nights wasn't his father.
His father was smart and brave and sort of reckless.
And then he'd look at the old man and know that was all bullshit.
He shot the old bastard the finger as he left the room. He had to carry his backpack. No way he could put it on with the welts riding his back.
He took the outside steps down, went around the back where he chained up his thirdhand bike.
Despite the pain, he grinned as he got on.
For the next twenty-four hours, he was free.
They�d agreed to meet on the west edge of town where the woods crept toward the curve of the road. The middle-class boy, the hippie kid, and the drunk�s son.
They shared the same birthday, July seventh. Cal had let out his first shocked cry in the delivery room of Washington County Hospital while his mother panted and his father wept. Fox had shoved his way into the world and into his laughing father's waiting hands in the bedroom of the odd little farmhouse while Bob Dylan sang "Lay, Lady, Lay" on the record player, and lavender-scented candles burned. And Gage had struggled out of his terrified mother in an ambulance racing up Maryland Route 65.
Now, Gage arrived first, sliding off his bike to walk it into the trees where nobody cruising the road could spot it, or him.
Then he sat on the ground and lit his first cigarette of the afternoon. They always made him a little sick to his stomach, but the defiant act of lighting up made up for the queasiness.
He sat and smoked in the shady woods, and imagined himself on a mountain path in Colorado or in a steamy South American jungle.
Anywhere but here.
He'd taken his third puff, and his first cautious inhale, when he heard the bumps of tires over dirt and rock.
Fox pushed through the trees on Lightning, his bike so named because Fox's father had painted lightning bolts on the bars.
His dad was cool that way.
"Hey, Turner."
"O'Dell." Gage held out the cigarette.
They both knew Fox took it only because to do otherwise made him a dweeb. So he took a quick drag, passed it back. Gage nodded to the bag tied to Lightning's handlebars. "What'd you get?"
"Little Debbies, Nutter Butters, some TastyKake pies. Apple and cherry."
"Righteous. I got three cans of Bud for tonight."
Fox's eyes didn't pop out of his head, but they were close. "No shit?"
"No shit. Old man was trashed. He'll never know the difference. I got something else, too. Last month's Penthouse magazine."
"No way."
"He keeps them buried under a bunch of crap in the bathroom."
"Lemme see."
Blood Brothers
The vampires have been vanquished! Harry Keogh and the armies of the dead have destroyed the evil that once plagued the world. Nathan and Nestor, secret twin sons of the Necroscope and a proud gypsy woman, were children when their father, his humanity poisoned by his fearsome struggles, sacrificed himself to save mankind. Yet there are vampires still, vampires crueler and stranger than any the Necroscope had faced. When these new, merciless killers swoop out of the sky, Nathan and Nestor are men--but they have few of Harry Keogh's miraculous powers. Torn from each other by battle, the sons of the Necroscope journey across the vampire world, exploring its mysteries, each seeking the powerful, terrible vampires, his missing brother...and the woman they both love! At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
The vampires have been vanquished!"
The Hollow
In the village of Hawkins Hollow, three young friends unwittingly unleash a three-hundred year curse. Now, every seven years, the locals are plagued by a week of collective madness, leading to acts of inexplicable evil. Since that terrible day at the Pagan Stone, town lawyer Fox O'Dell has been able to see into other people's minds. It's a talent he shares with Layla, recently arrived from New York. Fox knows that he must earn her trust, because their link will help fight the darkness that threatens to engulf the town. But Layla is having trouble coming to terms with her newfound ability - and this intimate connection to Fox. She knows that once she opens her mind, she'll have no defence against the desire that threatens to consume them both...
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The Pagan Stone
Years ago, three friends unwittingly unleashed a terrible curse on their home town. Now, in this thrilling conclusion to the Sign of Seven trilogy, their final battle begins. Gage Turner has been running from his past for a long time. Now he has returned to help his blood brothers and to save his home town. To succeed, Gage must open his heart to the clever and beautiful Cybil, with whom he shares a powerful gift. But a lifetime as a loner has made Gage wary of emotional ties...
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Sign of Seven Trilogy
In the town of Hawkins Hollow, it’s called the Seven. Every seven years, on the seventh day of the seventh month, madness descends on this small town. But three men bound by blood and three women bound by ancestry to a demon have pledged their souls—and their hearts—to stop it.
All three novels in Roberts's "New York Times"-bestselling Sign of Seven trilogy is now collected in this deluxe boxed set. Includes "Blood Brothers, The Hollow," and "The Pagan Stone.""
Getar-getar malam
The house had stood vacant for ten years, but Maggie Fitzgerald knew she could call it home. An award-winning songwriter, Maggie had sought peace and solitude from the Los Angeles celebrity hounds after her husband's accidental death. Instinct had brought her east, to the small Maryland town of Morganville.
The house had stood vacant for ten years, but Maggie Fitzgerald knew she could call it home."
Enchanted
A woman standing at the crossroads of her life discovers a new path she can take with a man of extraordinary abilities in #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts’ Enchanted, a Donovan Legacy novel. Rowan Murray has taken a leave of absence from her teaching position and retreated to a cabin on Oregon’s coast to consider her future. There, she meets the mysterious Liam Donovan. Drawn together like kindred spirits, Rowan and Liam are more than willing to let fate guide their hopeful relationship. But Liam is a member of a family blessed, or cursed, with uncanny gifts, a revelation that could nurture their love—or tear them apart.
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Charmed
A young woman hides her talents—and herself—from the world until a man who’s already lost enough for a lifetime reminds her that any broken heart can be healed with hope and love in Charmed, a Donovan Legacy novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts. Anastasia Donovan is an empath of powerful sensitivity, feeling the pain and despair of everyone she encounters. Overwhelmed, she’s chosen to close off her gift and avoid relationships at all costs. But now a new next door neighbor threatens Ana’s solitude. Widower Boone Sawyer is a devoted father to his six-year-old daughter—and a man possessed of his own gift that casts a spell Ana finds she cannot resist.
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Fang-tastic Fiction
Mathews uses a limited definition of paranormal, and examines works set, for the most part, in a relatively realistic modern world inhabited by both humans and paranormal beings.
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Nora Roberts' Night Tales Collection
#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents five unforgettable novels that combine mystery and suspense with passionate romance in this Night Tales collection. NIGHT SHIFT When Detective Boyd Fletcher is assigned to protect radio DJ Cilla O’Roarke, he is surprised by the intense attraction he feels for his beautiful, stoic charge. NIGHT SHADOW When prosecutor Deborah O'Roarke is rescued by a masked vigilante known as Nemesis, the desire she feels for the mysterious crime fighter makes her question her stance on right and wrong. NIGHTSHADE When professional troubleshooter Colt Nightshade teams up with buttoned-up Lieutenant Althea Grayson to find a missing girl, he discovers that getting through his sultry partner’s icy exterior is an irresistible challenge. NIGHT SMOKE After someone torches her warehouse, executive Natalie Fletcher needs help from arson investigator Ryan Piasecki—and the buildings aren’t the only things caught in the blaze. NIGHT SHIELD Undercover cop Ally Fletcher knows that Jonah Blackhawk is bad news, which is why she’s determined not to fall for his charms while working at his nightclub.
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Nora Roberts' Donovan Legacy Collection
Experience the bewitching Donovan Legacy in this collection of novels from #1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts. Their family shares the Donovan Gift. Each cousin has special powers that set them apart from ordinary mortals. But while their gifts bring great responsibilities, they bring even greater rewards... CAPTIVATED Nash Kirkalnd only intends to ask self-proclaimed witch Morgana Donovan for her help in researching his new screenplay. But before long, he finds himself falling under Morgana's spell. ENTRANCED Private investigator Mary Ellen Sutherland is desperate to find her friend's missing baby. Sebastian Donovan’s extraordinary gifts might be able to help, but only if skeptical Mel can put her faith in the sexy psychic. CHARMED Though she comes from a family with extraordinary “talents,” empath and healer Anastasia Donovan experiences a different kind of magic when widowed father Boone Sawyer and his six-year-old daughter move in next door. ENCHANTED Liam Donovan finds himself drawn to lovely, guileless schoolteacher Rowan Murray. But before he trusts her with his heart, he must trust her with the truth about his family—and his own incredible ability.
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The Last Boyfriend
The historic hotel in BoonsBoro has endured war and peace, changing hands, even rumored hauntings. Now it's getting a major facelift from the Montgomery brothers and their eccentric mother... and they are uncovering secrets from the hotel's past. The new manager of the Inn starts work - and sparks fly with one of the brothers ...
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Dance Upon the Air
Nora Roberts presents the first book in her mesmerizing new Three Sisters Island trilogy. Set on a remote, rocky island off the coast of Massachusetts, steeped in history, romance, and legend, Dance Upon the Air is an unforgettable tale of friendship, fate, and the mysterious ways of the heart...
Nora Roberts presents the first book in her mesmerizing new Three Sisters Island trilogy."
The Name of the Game
When two entertainment titans meet, they find themselves cast in the leading roles of a very unexpected love story in The Name of the Game from “America’s favorite writer” (The New Yorker), Nora Roberts. Successful television producer Johanna Patterson forged her career through talent and tenacity, avoiding the egos and libidos of her male counterparts who dominate the industry. So when movie star Sam Weaver sets his sights on her, she knows better than to trust the words and actions of an actor. But as Sam reveals there’s more to him than camera ready good looks, Johanna finds herself falling for a man completely out of character with his celebrity persona.
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The Law is a Lady
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Witness in Death
Opening night at New York's New Globe Theater turns from stage scene to crime scene when the leading man is stabbed to death center stage. Now Eve Dallas has a high profile, celebrity homicide on her hands. Unabridged.
Opening night at New York's New Globe Theater turns from stage scene to crime scene when the leading man is stabbed to death center stage. Now Eve Dallas has a high profile, celebrity homicide on her hands. Unabridged."
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