![]() ![]() The financial district: an hour ago it ran with rivers of men in gray wool and women in heels now the streets, built on sunken ships and gold-rush garbage, were deserted - quiet except for a foghorn that lowed across the bay like a lonesome cow. A low fog worked its way up from the bay, snaked around columns and over concrete lions to wash against the towers where the West's money was moved. Sundown painted purple across the great Pyramid while the Emperor enjoyed a steaming whiz against a dumpster in the alley below. ![]() And my agent, Nick Ellison, for his patience, guidance, friendship, and hard work. My editors, Michael Korda and Chuck Adams, for their clean hands and composure. Rachelle Stambal, Jean Brody, Liz Ziemska, and Dee Dee Leichtfuss for their careful reads and thoughtful suggestions. Mark Joseph and Mark Anderson for help with research in the Bay Area. The author gratefully acknowledges those people who helped in the research and writing of Bloodsucking Fiends: Resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living Of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |