Body Rides

Body Rides

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by Richard Laymon
     
 

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When Neal rescues a woman from a vicious assult, she gives him a magic bracelet, which allows him to step inside other people to experience their feelings. But the woman's attacker is out for revenge, first on her, then Neal, and Neal must use the gift to look inside the would-be killer's head.

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When Neal rescues a woman from a vicious assult, she gives him a magic bracelet, which allows him to step inside other people to experience their feelings. But the woman's attacker is out for revenge, first on her, then Neal, and Neal must use the gift to look inside the would-be killer's head.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780747251002
Publisher:
Headline Book Publishing, Limited
Publication date:
08/01/1996
Edition description:
New
Pages:
512
Sales rank:
602,425
Product dimensions:
4.50(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.25(d)

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Body Rides



By Richard Laymon


Dorchester Publishing


Copyright © 2004

Richard Laymon

All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-8439-5182-6



Chapter One


Neal Darden, alone in his car, took back roads to stay away
from Robertson Boulevard. He wasn't worried about too much
traffic on Robertson; he was worried about getting shot for no
good reason.

After all, this was night in Los Angeles.

Anybody could get shot at any time of the day or night, but
night was worse. And the well-traveled boulevards such as
Robertson seemed more dangerous to Neal than the hidden roads
that twisted through quiet, residential neighborhoods.

His theory was simple: the fewer cars in sight, the less
likely you are to encounter a load of trigger-happy gangsters.

The very best way to stay alive was to avoid going out at all.
Especially at night. Especially late at night. He refused to
live that way, though. He was only twenty-eight years old, too
young to become a hermit. For safety's sake, he might make a
few concessions-but he wouldn't surrender and stay home for
the rest of his life.

You take precautions and you go anyway.

Even if it's just to return the video rentals.

Neal knew that he could've waited and returned the videos
tomorrow. There would be a late charge. Five or six bucks, he
supposed. A small amount to pay compared with the risk of
taking them back at this hour of the night. But there was a
larger price in waiting for daylight: apayment made in
freedom and self-respect.

On both sides of the road, embankments slanted down the
freeway. The lower areas of the slopes were thick with bushes
and trees. Then came the old railroad right-of-way. Unused for
years. Overgrown. Scattered with every kind of garbage.
Bordered by a ragged chain-link fence that obviously did
little good.

Neal didn't even want to think about what sort of people might
be lurking in there.

Not very long ago, a police officer had been murdered
somewhere in that odd little strip of wilderness. Late at
night.

He looked both ways. He saw nobody wandering around. But
nearby streetlights showed enough dense foliage to hide a
legion of mad predators.

His car bumped over the tracks.

Time for another decision.

Make a left onto the back road and go straight ahead to Venice
Boulevard? If he didn't make the left here, he would find
himself at Venice on the wrong side of the video store. Also,
he'd have to turn into the drive-through lane of the Burger
Boy where that teenager had gotten murdered last month.

He shook his head and sighed.

One way was probably as bad as the other.

The back road would be more direct.

Narrow, much of it dark under trees that blocked the
streetlights, it ran for about half a mile alongside the
abandoned railroad right-of-way. Where God-knows-who might be
lurking. Where the cop had been gunned down.

Neal made the turn and stepped on the gas.

To his left, the wilderness. To his right, a row of shabby
dwellings.

Through his open window-mixed in with the mild night air and
the sounds from the freeway-came the far-off but distinct cry
of a woman shrieking, "Hellllp!"

Neal's stomach clenched.

He looked to the left.

For a moment, his view was blocked by a van parked across the
road.

After passing the van, he saw the strip of wilderness leading
to the embankment. He slowed down and gazed out his window.
High in the distance, cars and trucks sped along on the Santa
Monica Freeway. He saw nobody by the side of the freeway,
nobody in the grass and weeds of the embankment, nobody in the
darkness among the trees and heavy bushes that cloaked the
base of the embankment, that spread out toward him over the
field of the long-abandoned right-of-way. He saw nobody on the
railroad tracks.

He saw no lights over there.

The yell could've come from anywhere, he told himself. He was
fairly used to hearing distant cries and screams. He would
sometimes step outside his apartment, glance around and listen
for a while. But he had never done more than that. Most such
cries, he suspected, came from kids goofing around.

"No!"

Goosebumps prickled Neal's face.

He swerved to the left, swung off the road, hit the brakes,
killed the engine and headlights, and yanked his key out of
the ignition. Clamping the key case in his mouth, he used his
right hand to fling up the lid of his console beside his seat.
He fumbled through the compartment, reached under the notepad,
change purse, and a stack of napkins and snatched up is Sig
Sauer .380 pistol.

He thought about the spare magazine. Down there somewhere.
Couldn't afford time to search for it.

Keys still in his mouth, the pistol in his right hand, he
threw open his door with his left and leaped out of his car.
He rushed to a gap in the chain-link fence, ducked through it,
and ran straight for the deepest, thickest part of the
darkness at the bottom of the freeway embankment.

As he ran, he plucked the leather key case out of his mouth.
He shoved it into a front pocket of his shorts. Loose down
there, it whopped against his thigh with every stride.

His baggy gray shorts looked pale in the night. His legs
looked brighter than the shorts. His white socks glared. Only
his shoes and shirt were dark.

Should've worn black.

Yeah, he thought. Right. Gotta dress proper for my midnight
rescue missions.

He couldn't believe he was doing this.

Must be nuts.

He had never in his life rushed to the rescue of anyone. The
opportunity had never come up.

The pistol in his console was meant for self-defense, a last
resort in case of attack. Illegal as hell, but worth the risk.

Better to be tried by twelve than carried by six.

He wondered if he would be doing this if he didn't have the
gun.

Not a chance.

This is nuts, he thought.

But he kept on running, kicking out his legs, pumping his
arms, leaping over the dim obstacles of railroad tracks,
brambles, ruts, an old tire, a sofa cushion, a collection of
crushed cans that smelled of motor oil. He dodged the larger
bushes, and a car bumper, several trees, a toilet that smelled
as if someone had used it not very long ago, and an old door
that lay on the ground like an entrance into the dirt.

Then something snagged his foot.

A root, a strand of barbed wire, maybe an electrical cord from
a buried appliance.

He didn't know what, but it grabbed his left foot and held it
back. He fell headlong.

For a while, he was unable to move.

Then he pushed himself to his hands and knees, and stood up.
He couldn't stand up straight-too much pain for that. He had
to bend over, and it hurt to breathe.

This is what I get for trying to be a hero, he thought.

He felt as if he'd been clubbed in the groin and chest.

Warm trickles were running down from his right elbow and both
knees.

"Don't," he heard. "Please."

Not an outcry, more of a sobbing plea.

From somewhere in the darkness of the trees up ahead and off
to the left.

Eyes fixed on the area, Neal clenched his teeth and started
hobbling. He tried to be quiet about it.

Limping past a tree, Neal saw them ahead and still a distance
over to his left-maybe twenty feet away.

Dim, vague shapes that seemed to be facing each other. One
blacker than the darkness, one pale. Both mottled by random
flecks and dabs of light that reached them through the
foliage.

The pale one, definitely the woman, was facing the dark one.
She didn't seem to be wearing any clothes. She had her back to
a tree trunk. Perhaps she was tied to it. Neal could see her
squirming. He heard her sobbing.

The man's dark arm reached toward her. He held something
shiny. A small tool of some sort.

Pliers?

"No!" the woman gasped. "Please!"

"Oh yes, oh yes," the man said.

The tool moved toward her body.

(Continues...)





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by Richard Laymon
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Body Rides 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Lindsie More than 1 year ago
Richard Laymon is my favorite horror writer of all time. Having read most of his books, I wouldn't put this in my top 5 BUT it was still pretty good. I like the plot, and this story did have some romance. Of course the characters are unrealistic, but this is a story! I think this book could have been more scary if Laymon added more "Rasputin" in it because almost half the book dragged with the romance between Neal and his woman. Other than that, don't miss on on Laymon if you enjoy the horror genre, and this book is interesting so I reccomend it.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is difficult to put down on the parts that are good but is real slow and boring during some long interludes. Neal is an out of work writer who goes late at night to return some videos. On the way he happens on a woman being attacked by a madman. Neal rescues her shooting the madman but not verifying that the madman is in fact dead. Grateful the woman gives him a bracelet that makes him a kind of Dr. Strange where his asteral body lifts out of himself and can travel and actually enter another person. When the user is inside the other person he feels everything the other person feels and hears all the other person's thoughts. Unfortunately, the madman (who Neal will nickname Rasputin) will come back and murder the woman. What follows is Neal experimenting with the bracelet, fleeing town to get away from the cops and Rasputin. Several things make it hard to really like Neal as he has a girlfriend who he insists he loves yet he falls in love with the woman he rescues and over the course of a day, he falls in love with two other women. The book has some very well written parts and then other long drawn out parts especially love making scenes. I gave it four stars because when the book is good it mesmerizes you!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great book, I loved reading it. The characters were enjoyable, you actually missed them after you finish the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I somehow found this book at a dollar store!I highly suggest picking it up. He's not a writer that you have to be worried if your going to like his books or not, they're all great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am not even finished reading this book yet, but I must write my review NOW! This book is not just suspense and (non-explicit) horror, it is just as much a romance! Incredible as it seems, but Laymon pulls it off perfectly. VERY sensual. I had read one Laymon before this one, but this is better. What I am most afraid of, and I am not there yet-- the ending might break my heart!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first Richard Laymon book and I absolutely loved it! In fact I'm trying to figure out which one I need to go buy right now to read next! If you haven't read Richard Laymon books you really need to pick one up read read read! This book is suspenseful and very entertaining!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book... it was amazing... it was my first Laymon book i have read and it wasn't my last... the book doesn't even start out dry he get's right to the point... i have a thing about reading books twice, but this one i bent the rules.. i had to read it again... a couple of months later though, mind you... this is a must read for Laymon fans!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ever since I started reading Richard Laymon books they kept getting better and better. I read this book in 2 days and thought it was his best book that I have read. The only books I haven't read by him are 'To Wake the Dead' and 'Among the Missing', but i doubt if they can reach this book. I love the characters in all of his books, and I have to say the I love the sex and violence in them too. This book was truly awesome!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I honestly thought this book was Richard Laymon's finest book. I was hooked from the very beginning and finished it in 2 days. Laymon is truly amazing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is Laymon at his finest. Body Rides is a story of love and vengenance which grips you right from the opening chapter, it is an almost unputdownable read. Neal Darden is just what you would expect from a man of a 'certain age' living in downtown Los Angeles, he's a struggling screen-writer who just happens to be a supply teacher in his normal existence. He is also mortally afraid of the gang warfare that takes place on the streets every night but he refuses to give in to his fears and this leads him to get involved with beautiful Elise Waters, her ex-husband Vince Conrad and the vile protagonist of mayhem, torture and ultimately murder the man he names Rasputin. As a reward for saving her Elise presents Neal with a magical coiled serpent bracelet that allows him to enter other people and experience what they experience. From their deep, silent thoughts to the physical pleasures and pains of their bodies. The ultimate rollycoaster ride is a Body Ride. Running away from his girlfriend, due to an unexpected encounter with one of his rides, Neal hooks up with 18 year old Sue who unwittingly stumbles onto the secret of his bracelet. Laymon makes you really care about what happens to the characters and the story is well paced drawing you from the vile torture that Rasputin inflicts on his victims to the nurgeoning love between Neal and Sue and to his guilt over still loving Marta. You care what happens, you really are rooting for them as they trap Vince Conrad into mentally confessing that he was responsible for Elise's torture at the hands of Rasputin. Will they kill the seemingly unstoppable Rasputin, will love out through it all? The only way to find out is to read the book and you really should.