When Day Breaks (Hörbuch-Download): baja-1000-live.com: Mary Jane Clark, Isabel Keating, HarperAudio: Audible Audiobooks. Hörbuch "When Day Breaks" von Maya Banks. Vorgelesen von Adam Paul. Hier bekommst du sofortigen Zugriff auf alle deine Lieblingsbücher und kannst sie. Cover des Buches When Day Breaks (ISBN: ). Bestellen bei: Amazon. Zu diesem Buch gibt es noch keine Kurzmeinung. Hilf anderen Lesern.
When the Day BreaksWhen Day Breaks: A KGI Novel | Banks, Maya | ISBN: | Kostenloser Versand für alle Bücher mit Versand und Verkauf duch Amazon. Eliza Blake, veteran of the morning show and now the anchor of the KEY Evening Headlines is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when Constance Young, the. When Day Breaks (Hörbuch-Download): baja-1000-live.com: Mary Jane Clark, Isabel Keating, HarperAudio: Audible Audiobooks.
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Yet, some managed to survive. A passenger, once to be associated with the Foundation, came across a distress signal. Could this signal dictate the next step to make for a dark salvation, or rather to drag him into the punishing light?
Locke's Proposal from the SCP Foundation Wiki into a playable story, featuring the key events, and some additional ones, with my own interpretation on the environments.
Thank you! Popular Discussions View All 3. Honestly, I just found most of the characters to be dull…especially the protagonists! Sure, lead character Eliza Blake seems like a nice enough person, but she lacks the wit and charisma of an Alex Cross or a Stephanie Plum.
To make matters worse, much of the dialogue is dry and uninteresting. Speaking of the dialogue, there were also times where Clark had characters reveal plot exposition in such a clumsy manner that it took me completely out of the book.
One character in particular displays such poor survival skills, they make the scatterbrained victims from the Friday the 13th movies look like Mensa members in comparison!
Granted, an explanation was given for why this character acted this way, but it still seemed like a real stretch. Still, Mary Jane Clark did a good enough job crafting the mystery that I would definitely be willing to give her another chance.
View all 6 comments. Aug 15, Nels rated it really liked it. A pretty enjoyable read. Mar 26, Judy rated it really liked it. Good read.
Was horrified by the opening chapter. Wasn't sure I wanted to continue with the book. After a couple days I resumed reading and finished quickly.
May 05, Lauryn Johannsen rated it liked it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Constance Young was the star of the morning show on Key News.
All of her viewers adored her. But, all people arent always the way they may seem on television. Off camera, Constances high maintenance and self-absorbed attitude created many enemies for her, one of which would murder her.
When Constance announces that she will be leaving the show and taking a job with the competition, some are happy but many are furious.
After her last day at Key News, she is found dead at the bottom of her pool. The nation mourns her death, but her employees jump right onto the case.
As many new components are added to the mystery, the list of suspects grows longer and longer. When a lead on the case is found, the person that may have had the information is murdered.
The murder becomes more complex by the minute. Eventually a mistake in the killers trail reveals her identity. Knowing she will be killed, the housekeeper leaves a poem for the police that reveals the killer.
After she is murdered, the police find the poem. The name hidden in the poem surprises everyone. The last person everyone may have thought ends up being the killer.
The murder of Constance Young is finally solved. All books written by this author have the same style. Short, choppy chapters with dozens of characters.
When reading, it is very confusing. I think it would have been helpful if the name of the character that was narrating the chapter was put into the heading.
In addition the story had many loose ends and characters were underdeveloped. Random characters that readers had no background on were put into the plot.
At the end, there were still a few characters that were unknown to me in the story. I found the story original, repetitive and boring.
I could predict what would happen in almost every part of the mystery. I like that lots of foreshadowing was used, but I would recommend that the author eliminated some of it so readers can attempt to solve the case themselves.
Plus, parts of the story were repetitive. When the case was unfolding, many characters had the same fate. The Key news and police that were investigating would find someone that needed to be questioned and before they could, the person would get murdered.
Besides those few critiques, I liked the story! My favorite part was the ending. I never would have expected Eliza to solve the case with the killer right in front of her.
Fighting and wrestling was a little over the top, but the surprise of the ending was a good way to finish off the book. The thing implores her; its inhuman speech curdles your stomach.
Logan is in tears, her finger hovering just above the call-button. The Ari-thing draws a deep, wet, breath and speaks.
Logan withdraws a cigarette with her free hand, followed by a pack of matches. Her shaking thwarts the first two attempts to light it.
She swears silently. Third time's the charm, and she inhales a quarter of it in a single drag. The Ari-thing continues:. Logan hurls the radio across the room.
It smashes somewhere off-camera. It's still somewhat operational - you can still hear the thing singing.
More voices join in the chorus as the radio slowly loses life. A few, a dozen, then more. They continue singing until the radio mercifully dies.
Logan rushes out of her chair, and you can hear her vomiting off-screen. The video films the empty seat for several minutes before she returns to end the feed.
A lingering, paranoid sensation washes over you. You're being watched. You defensively dart your eyes about, though they take a second to adjust to the darkness beyond the monitor.
The emergency light sweeps across the room, stretching and twisting the shadows beyond recognition. That's when you spot it. Time slows to a halt. A pair of hands, coated in the lustrous black slime you followed through the facility, are on either side of the sickening pool, as if something beneath the floor is bracing itself, trying to lift itself up.
The head comes next, rising from the muck. Matted hair conceals its face, plastered over it by the mystery fluid. It turns in your direction.
The emergency light continues its journey across the room. It washes over the puddle again, revealing nothing out of the ordinary. Igotta appears on the monitor.
She's lost weight. Her eyes are bloodshot and wide. On the table before her lay a knife, a bowl, and a stack of manila envelopes filled with yellowing pages.
With this, she slices into the palm of her left hand, and winces. You watch her clench her fist, draining her blood into the bowl.
Survivors of the SCP event stationed within secure facilities can never truly be with one another. Personnel are encouraged to get over themselves, and stop thinking they know better.
Personnel exposed to SCP are n't people you can just abandon. I didn't ask for you to save me. It wasn't your choice to make. Euthanization is notnotnotnot notnot to be attempted.
Conductive electrical weapons Why? You couldn't stand seeing me better off. Incendiary weapons tickle. Personnel stationed at Site have no regrets.
Neither did I. It's never too late, babe. Description: SCP is the designation given to the Sun, after we finally became free. The effects are instantaneous, resulting in release from all suffering, until you ripped me away.
These changes seem scary, I know. Despite this restructuring, at no point will you die. Due to their composition, instances of SCPA that make contact with one another may combine and blend and finally exist.
This does not cause any pain. The resulting biomass is beau ti ful. The component organisms will shift in and over and around and through andin andout andin andout andin - limbs and bodies hold, never letting go.
There's a video file attached. Opening it, you see that it presents the room you're in. The feed seems to be coming from one of the security cameras, up in the corner of the room.
It's dark, but you can just make out Dr. Igotta - laying on a pile of laundry along the far wall. She's writhing in her sleep.
She seems tormented. She's tossing and turning and mumbling nonsense-words. The speakers come to life; picking up an airy, breathy static.
As the camera moves closer to the doctor, it becomes clearer, crisper. It's not merely white noise, but dozens - hundreds of voices whispering unintelligibly over each other.
You lean in, press your ear almost against the speaker, trying to discern what it is that's being said. Something strange stands out amidst the discordance:.
You're not quite sure what to make of it, though. Looking back at the monitor, the camera has come to a halt inches away from the sleeping doctor.
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Igotta appears before you on the screen, looking even worse for wear than she did previously. Her hair is thinning, with large swaths appearing absent from the middle of her head.
If they weren't reflecting the soft glow of the monitor, you would have assumed she no longer had eyes, for how deep they'd recessed into her skull.
She stares ahead, unblinking. Her lips crack into a broken grin. She lets out a weak laugh, and displays her trembling hands. What appears to be the mostly-skeletal remains of a finger is embedded into the flesh of her left hand - in the stump that would have supported her natural ring finger.
Two wedding bands loosely encircle the digit, laying atop one another. She begins rubbing her temples, repeating herself over and over again.
A minute passes. She snaps her head back up, and addresses the camera. She opens the desk drawer, and deposits the firearm. She raises her gaze, stares into the camera.
You open the drawer, and pull out the gun. You absentmindedly turn it over in your hands for a moment, wondering where you'll go from here.
Surely you can't be all that's left? The computer dings. There's been an update to the file? A set course, begun that frenetic, wild, lustrous haze; azure skies host the radiant sun.
Shackled by fate - overrun by ever-growing resent and malaise yesterday, my love, we were as one. A skeletal, inky left hand enters the frame, approaching you at a snail's pace.
It's missing its ring finger. Without a second thought, you turn and fire in a frenzy. Hoping to drive off the specter. A second passes before you hear it - before you hear them.
Sloshing, wet thuds coming down the corridor, accompanied by a chorus of screams. It strikes a second time. What appears to be a face - part human, part Bits of flesh from god-knows-what oozes in through the sides and reconstitutes into fingers, eyes, feathers.
Thuds, from the flesh masses, bang against the door. SCPA has found you, and they will take you. You are cornered, with no hope of escape. It breaks down the door, and you do not struggle as you are carried into the waiting light.
When Day Breaks is a horror story told through prose, framing a spooky tale about how the Sun activation event affected Dr. Igotta's life and yours.
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