Résultats pour "Evil Eye" dans Littérature, romans et fiction

Pallavi is an aspiring writer living in California. Her mother, Usha, is thousands of miles away in Delhi - and obsessed with finding her daughter a husband. In Madhuri Shekar’s ingenious Evil Eye, hilarious back-and-forth via phone and social media takes a shocking, supernatural twist when Pallavi meets the perfect man - leading to a climactic showdown that will leave listeners on the edges of their seats.

Nach außen hin führt Yara ein perfektes Leben: Sie hat ein abgeschlossenes Studium, einen guten Job, erzieht parallel die beiden Töchter und bereitet das Abendessen vor, wenn ihr Mann nach langen Arbeitstagen nach Hause kommt. Doch wieso fühlt es sich nicht richtig an? Woher kommen ihre Unzufriedenheit, ihre Wutausbrüche, ihre zunehmende Verzweiflung? Als Yara nach einem Zwischenfall auf der Arbeit gezwungen wird, eine Auszeit und psychologische Beratung in Anspruch zu nehmen, kommt ein Stein ins Rollen und sie beginnt, sich ihren Gefühlen zu stellen.

“A moving meditation on motherhood, inter-generational trauma and how surface appearances often obscure a deeper truth. . . . A stunning second novel from a writer who set the bar very high with her first!”—Tara Conklin, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Romantics and Community...

Listeners know that few authors are able to create an atmosphere of unease and terror as well as Oates, a fact confirmed by the four novellas presented here. All the novellas in this collection revolve around the theme of love gone wrong - horribly, shockingly wrong.

When a true-crime podcast turns into a true crime, Abby and her fellow FBI investigators are shocked when a young woman is murdered during a live broadcast. With no clue as to the victim’s identity or location, the team must rely on Abby’s intuition to hone in on the victim. When they discover the girl’s remains at the University of Texas, the team can barely catch their breath before another female student falls victim to the same killer.

“Ciao,” the woman said, gliding into view. She stood with marvelous posture, wearing a long, skin-tight black dress and a hat that was tall and pointed with a wide brim. Arnold shook like he was riding a boxcar. Her lips bunched in a half-restrained smile. “My goodness,” she said. “You have fear?” Arnold closed his watery eyes tightly and nodded.