The String Diaries

The String Diaries

Stephen Lloyd Jones

Language: English

Pages: 448

ISBN: 0316254452

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A family is hunted by a centuries-old monster: a man with a relentless obsession who can take on any identity.

The String Diaries opens with Hannah frantically driving through the night--her daughter asleep in the back, her husband bleeding out in the seat beside her. In the trunk of the car rests a cache of diaries dating back 200 years, tied and retied with strings through generations. The diaries carry the rules for survival that have been handed down from mother to daughter since the 19th century. But how can Hannah escape an enemy with the ability to look and sound like the people she loves?
Stephen Lloyd Jones's debut novel is a sweeping thriller that extends from the present day, to Oxford in the 1970s, to Hungary at the turn of the 19th century, all tracing back to a man from an ancient royal family with a consuming passion--a boy who can change his shape, insert himself into the intimate lives of his victims, and destroy them.
If Hannah fails to end the chase now, her daughter is next in line. Only Hannah can decide how much she is willing to sacrifice to finally put a centuries-old curse to rest.

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the old machinery roused from sleep. Hannah picked up the jerrycan. She pulled the scalpel from the pocket of her jeans. Stared at its blade. He’ll kill you. You know he’ll kill you. The great wheel turned. Water foamed and boiled and hissed. The platform beneath her feet vibrated with the power she had unleashed. Hannah moved to the mill’s heavy oak door, took a last breath and slipped inside. CHAPTER 28 Aquitaine region, France Now From rich autumn

subjects.’ They ate lunch on the road: cured sausage spiced with paprika, a hard cheese and hunks of bread. His father washed it down with mouthfuls of red Villány wine, then handed the bottle to his son. It was the first time Lukács had tasted wine. He enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through his belly. ‘Will all the great families be arriving at the palace on a horse and cart?’ ‘Don’t be insolent, boy. You won’t be arriving on this. I’ve hired a carriage for tonight. It

time. Buoyed by her discovery, she dragged the tank into the kitchen, attached the regulator and pressed it into Nate’s mouth. ‘OK, you’re not going to win any fashion prizes, trust me. But keep breathing. Nice and slow.’ He was too weak to reply, but he held eye contact with her. Hannah felt a thousand things pass between them in that look. She took his hand. Squeezed it. Inside the room, the crackle of the logs in the grate and the mechanical sucking of the regulator made the only

tortured sound that would never stop, could never stop. Hans yanked the axehead out of the Merénylő’s spine and the Főnök’s man slid from the saddle, his face hitting the ground with a slap. The woodsman stepped over the body, hefted the axe above his head and brought it down a second time. This time the blade sliced through the soft flesh of the assassin’s neck and sheared through his vertebrae. Hans let go of the handle, staggered, collapsed to his knees. He raised both hands over his

Gabriel insisted on interfering, she would not add his safety to that of those she already sought to protect. As Nate said, a little knowledge could be indispensable. Outside, she saw the Irishman pull off a leather glove and flex his freed fingers. He swung himself down from the gelding and strode to the back door. ‘Leah, remember what we discussed.’ As Gabriel caught sight of Hannah through the glass, he grinned, and she found herself surprised once more at the contrast of his cobalt

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