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- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Satan's Evening Star by Arthur Leo Zagat is a mesmerizing blend of horror and suspense, where dark rituals and ancient curses collide under the ominous glow of a sinister star. When a mysterious celestial event heralds the rise of an ancient evil, a small town is plunged into chaos. As the night deepens, long-buried secrets emerge, and the townspeople find themselves ensnared in a web of terror that threatens to consume them all. Only a handful of brave souls dare to confront the malevolent force, but will their courage be enough to stop the coming apocalypse, or will they fall victim to the power of Satan's Evening Star? This spine-chilling tale will keep you turning pages late into the night.
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Satan's Evening Star
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FEW people saw the brilliant blue star appear over Manhattan—the star which didn't belong in the heavens! But among those few was Doc Turner, benefactor of the slums—who alone realized that Satan had come to Morris Street hell-bent on murder business!
The Spider, December 1941, with "Satan's Evening Star"
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THE star appeared over the city at ten p.m., Monday, November seventeenth. Brilliantly blue, it blazed into existence almost directly overhead, between Alpha Cassiopeia and M-31 in Andromeda where no star of such magnitude ought to be. It drifted westward with the other stars and faded out with them at dawn. Only a half-dozen amateur astronomers observed the phenomenon. The city editor of the Daily Chronicle, however, happened to be an enthusiast and so there was a half-page picture in the tabloid, Tuesday afternoon, and some fifty words of speculative comment.
Andrew Turner was one of the few hundred whom this item caused to look for the Star on Tuesday, the following night.
From in front of his ancient pharmacy, his view of the sky was limited to a narrow slit between drab tenement facades and the "El" that stalks on gigantic iron legs along Morris Street. The Star came into sight here at about nine-fifty. As it gazed unwinkingly down at Doc, he sensed something baleful about it.
The sight of the white-haired little man standing with head thrown back, a look almost of fear on his bushy-mustached, gaunt countenance, hushed the raucous cries of the peddlers whose pushcarts lined the curb; stilled the polyglot gabble of aliens thronging the cracked sidewalk.
If Doc Turner did not understand something, they could not hope to. If Doc was even a little frightened at something, it was time for them to be afraid.
A shawl-hooded woman, her pale eyes deep in the mass of wrinkles time had made of her face, laid a bony hand on Turner's arm. "Was ist?" she quavered. "Vot you see?"
"That blue star," he responded absently. "It doesn't belong there. It—it's wrong, somehow."
At once he realized this was a mistake. "Well," he smiled reassuringly, "it's certainly nothing to worry about." But the damage was done. He had called the Star to the attention of his people who, stooped under their burdens of labor and poverty, seldom looked at the sky. He had started a widening ripple of uneasiness among them.
From time immemorial, a strangeness in the heavens has foreboded for simple folk disaster on earth.
