A Signet Book from New American Library

The footsteps began at the edge of consciousness. Even in sleep, Cung Co Phong recognized them. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, Phong understood that he slept. He did not want to awaken. Sleep was his only escape. But the familiar, hated footsteps intruded like drumbeats.Phong awoke...

Chapter IThe party at Roses' wasn't scheduled to start before ten o'clock, but I had nothing to do after dinner so I decided to get there early. My name is Allan Dallas, 1'm twenty-nine years old. You know, if you consider your life from segment to segment you have to realize that much of the sense...