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The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice.The only rules are to grab a book (any book), turn to page 56 or 56% in your ereader and find any sentence or a few ( no spoilers) that grabs you and post it.

Please join Rose City Reader every Friday to share the first sentence or so of the book you are reading along with you initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.

Please include the title of the book and the author’s name.

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WOO HOO, my 100th Friday 56. I have been hit and miss with them lately, because the outdoors calls my name and I must respond! I try not to post one when I know I won’t be able to visit anyone. Hopefully, that doesn’t happen too often. 😈

Covers with trees grab my attention and the cover for The Intruders by Michael Marshall makes me think something bad this way comes.

Amazon / Goodreads

My 56

“Read the Syntagma Musicum, Praetorius’s ancient catalog of musical instruments. Back in the sixteenth century, all the major cathedral organs in Europe had thirty-two-foot organ pipes, monsters that produce infrasound, sounds too low for the human ear to even hear. Why – if not for some other effect these frequencies have? Why did people feel so different in church, so connected with something beyond? And why do so many alternative therapies now center on vibration, which is just another way of quantifying sound?”

(Page 56 in my paperback, published in 2009)

Book Beginnings

Thump, thump, thump. You could hear it halfway up the street. it was bizarre that the neighbors didn’t complain. Or do so more often and more stridently. Gina sure as hell would – especially if the music sucked this bad. She knew she ought to go upstairs as soon as she got indoors, yell at Josh to turn it down. She also knew he’d look at her in that way teenagers have, like they’re wondering who you are and what gives you the right to bother them and what the hell happened in your life to make you so boring and old. He was a good son at heart, though and so he’d roll his eyes and nudge the volume down a notch, and then over the next half hour the volume would creep up until it was even louder than before.

My question to you: I don’t know how it snuck up on me and why I never noticed it before, but to me there is a lot of noise pollution out there. Do you have a noisy pet peeve?

GOODREADS BLURB: The bestselling author of The Straw Men makes his American hardcover debut with a searing, atmospheric tale that ratchets up the suspense, page by page, until its shocking end

For Jack Whalen, it all starts with a visit from a childhood friend, now a lawyer, who asks for his help on an odd case. The family members of a scientist have been brutally murdered, and the scientist—who may have had something to hide—is nowhere to be found.

But Jack has more pressing matters on his mind. His wife has told him that she’s on a routine business trip to Seattle, yet she hasn’t checked into her hotel. Calls to her cell phone go unanswered, and when Jack travels to Seattle to investigate, she’s vanished.

And in Oregon a little girl goes missing. She’s found miles away, but it soon becomes clear that she’s not an innocent victim, and is far from defenseless.Unusual events, all leading to the same place. As a former patrol cop who left the force under difficult circumstances, Jack is determined to find some answers. Yet the more he digs, the more the intrigue grows. Searching into the dark secrets of a past that still haunts him, Jack discovers that the truth has roots deeper and more evil than he ever feared.