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020			_a9780857524454 (pbk.)
020			_a9780735211254 _q(ebook)
020			_z9780735211230 _q(hardcover)
020			_z9780593421208 _q(paperback)
040			_aDLC _beng _cDLC _erda _dIIMU
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050	0	0	_aPR6108.A963
082	0	0	_a823.92 _223
100	1		_aHawkins, Paula, _eauthor.
245	1	2	_aA slow fire burning / _cPaula Hawkins.
263			_a2108
264		1	_aNew Delhi : _aNew York ; _bPenguin/Riverhead Books, _c2021.
300			_a297 p. ; _c23 cm.
336			_atext _btxt _2rdacontent
337			_acomputer _bc _2rdamedia
338			_aonline resource _bcr _2rdacarrier
520			_a“BLOOD-SODDEN, the girl staggers into the black. Her clothes are dishevelled, hanging off her young body, revealing expanses of pale flesh. Shoe lost, foot bleeding. She is in agony, but the pain has become inconsequential, eclipsed by other sufferings. Her face is a mask of terror, her heart is a drum, her breath is the stricken pant of a fox gone to ground. The night’s silence is broken by a low hum. A plane? Wiping blood from her eyes, the girl looks up at the sky and sees nothing but stars. The hum is louder, lower. A car changing gear? Has she reached the main road? Her heart lifts, and from somewhere deep in her gut she summons the energy to run. She feels rather than sees the light behind her. She feels her shape illuminated in the black and knows that the car is coming from behind her. It’s coming from the farm. She turns. She knows, before she sees, that he has found her. She knows, before she sees, that it will be his face behind the wheel. She freezes. For a second she hesitates, and then she leaves the road, takes off running, into a ditch, over a wooden fence. She scrambles into the adjacent field and runs blind, falling, picking herself up, making no sound. What good would screaming do? When he catches her, he takes handfuls of her hair, pulls her down. She can smell his breath. She knows what he is going to do to her. She knows what is coming because she has already seen him do it, she saw him do it to her friend, how savagely he— ‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ Irene muttered out loud, snapping the book shut and slinging it on to the charity-shop pile. ‘What utter drivel.’ _ctaken from the publisher site.
520			_a"When a young man is found gruesomely murdered in a London houseboat, it triggers questions about three women in particular"-- _cProvided by publisher.
588			_aDescription based on print version record and CIP data provided by publisher; resource not viewed.
655		7	_aMystery fiction. _2gsafd
655		7	_aSuspense fiction. _2gsafd
776	0	8	_iPrint version: _aHawkins, Paula. _tA slow fire burning _dNew York : Riverhead Books, 2021. _z9780735211230 _w(DLC) 2021008413
856			_3Publisher Description _uhttps://www.penguinrandomhouse.co.za/book/slow-fire-burning/9780857524454
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