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"Fifteen-year-old Alison Shaw may not be beautiful, but she doesn't really care. She'd much rather read a good book than primp in front of a mirror anyway. But Alison's gorgeous mother, Risa, knows that beauty can be a key to success and wishes only the best for her daughter, especially when Risa marries a widowed plastic surgeon and moves Alison from Santa Monica to Bel Air. Beauty may be only skin deep, but to the denizens of Bel Air it means the world. Everywhere mother and daughter look, they are surrounded by beautiful people, many of whom
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"Fifteen-year-old Alison Shaw may not be beautiful, but she doesn't really care. She'd much rather read a good book than primp in front of a mirror anyway. But Alison's gorgeous mother, Risa, knows that beauty can be a key to success and wishes only the best for her daughter, especially when Risa marries a widowed plastic surgeon and moves Alison from Santa Monica to Bel Air. Beauty may be only skin deep, but to the denizens of Bel Air it means the world. Everywhere mother and daughter look, they are surrounded by beautiful people, many of whom have benefited from the skills of Alison's new stepfather, the charismatic Conrad Dunn. Conrad is certain he can turn Alison into a vision of loveliness, and Risa - drawn in by his cool confidence - is delighted. Reluctantly, Alison agrees to undergo the first procedure, and her transformation begins." But soon Alison discovers a picture of Conrad's first wife. To Alison's horror, she notices a resemblance between the image in the photo and the work her stepfather is doing on her. Though Risa refuses to acknowledge the strange similarity, Alison becomes increasingly frightened. Digging into her stepfather's murky past, Alison uncovers dark secrets and even darker motives - and realizes that her worst fears are fast becoming her reality.
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Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Conrad Dunn has put his talents to work making his wife, Margot, the embodiment of physical perfection, but after her face is scarred in a boating accident, Margot takes her own life in this less than suspenseful thriller from bestseller Saul (The Devil's Labyrinth).A Remarrying within a year, Dunn persuades his new teenage stepdaughter, Alison Shaw, who's struggling to adjust to life in the Dunn mansion and to a private school with a ridiculously affluent student body, to undergo breast-enhancement surgery. Meanwhile, the police are searching frantically for the Frankenstein Killer, a serial slayer who removes his female victims' glands as well as more obvious body parts.A The motive for the killings and the eventual outcome will surprise few readers.A The basic premise has a plot hole big enough to fit a truck, but Saul fans may not notice or care if they do. (Aug.)

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Library Journal

This latest thriller from New York Times best-selling author Saul (www.johnsaul.com) centers on teenager Alison Shaw, who experiences a form of culture shock when her mother marries a plastic surgeon and they move from middle-class Santa Monica, CA, to ultrarich Bel Air-an area terrorized by a serial killer who mutilates his victims' faces. Fertile ground for social commentary, but a fairly predictable plot for a thriller. Six-time Audie® Award winner Laural Merlington (Army Wives) is a skilled reader, however, and does notably well with the bored/rich teenager tone and parlance. Recommended where demand warrants. [The Ballantine hc was recommended "for all public libraries," LJ 7/08; watch the book trailer at tinyurl.com/facesoffear.-Ed.]
—Kristen L. Smith

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  • ISBN-13: 9781423304555
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 8/12/2008
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged, 9 CDs, 10 hours
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

House of Reckoning is John Saul’s thirty-sixth novel. His first novel, Suffer the Children, published in 1977, was an immediate million-copy bestseller. His other bestselling suspense novels include In the Dark of the Night, Perfect Nightmare, Black Creek Crossing, Midnight Voices, The Manhattan Hunt Club, The Right Hand of Evil, Guardian, and Faces of Fear. Saul divides his time between Seattle, Washington, and Hawaii.
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Chapter One

Alison Shaw felt good. Really good. She made the final turn around the smooth cinder track with long, easy strides. She’d done six full laps, but with the cool breeze coming in from the beach four blocks away, there wasn’t even a hint of the choking exhaust that usually drifted directly from the Santa Monica Freeway onto the playing fields. She felt she could do at least three more laps when she heard the coach’s whistle. End of period; end of day; end of week. A shower, and she could go home. She slowed her pace so Cindy Kearns could catch up with her.

“There’s a party at the beach tonight,” Cindy said, catching her breath and wiping more perspiration from her forehead than was on Alison’s entire body. “Jeff Simmons is going to be there.” Cindy was pretty sure Alison had a crush on Jeff, but if she did, she wasn’t showing it. In fact, she was shrugging like she couldn’t care less.

“Can’t,” Alison said. “My mom has to go to some fancy banquet for one of her clients tonight and I’m fixing dinner for my dad.”

“How domestic of you,” Cindy said. “What about after dinner? It won’t even get dark until after eight, and it could go until mid- night.”

Alison rolled her eyes. “And Jeff Simmons will bring a keg of beer, and everybody will get drunk, and the cops will come, and then we’ll all have to call our folks to come get us. Gee, it sounds like so much fun, how can I resist?”

Cindy decided to ignore her sarcasm. “So if you don’t want him, can I have Jeff Simmons?”

Alison glared at her best friend in not-quite-mock exasperation. Ever since she’d turned fifteen last month, all Cindy seemed to think about was boys—as if some kind of switch had been turned on. “I barely even know Jeff,” she said. “And I’m sure he’s no more interested in me than any of the other boys are, which means not at all, which is fine with me. Besides, even if I wanted to go, my dad’s bringing home a movie. So add Jeff to your list of conquests, and call me with all the details tomorrow.”

Once again Cindy ignored Alison’s tone, and pushed through the double doors into the girls’ locker room, which was even warmer than the air outside, and muggy from the showers that were already going full blast. Cindy quickly stripped off her sweaty gym clothes and dropped them in a dank pile on the floor.

Alison had just shed her shorts when Coach DiBenedetti walked through the locker room, a bra dangling from her fingers. “Lost and found,” she announced. “Who left a bra under the bench?”

Paula Steen, one of a half-dozen seniors in the class, snickered. “Well, we know it’s not Alison Shaw’s,” she called out, eliciting exactly the laugh she was looking for from her friends.

Seeing Cindy open her mouth to take a shot at Paula, Alison spoke first. “Is it a training bra?” she called out to the coach, loud enough for everyone to hear. “ ’Cause if it isn’t, Paula’s right—can’t possibly be mine.” When even Paula’s friends giggled, she decided to push it a little further. “I’m still looking for the pretraining model!”

The coach smiled at Alison. “You’re just a late bloomer,” she said. “And the last blossoms are often the best of the season.”

In the silence that followed, it seemed to Alison that everyone was staring at her.

“You’ve got a model’s body,” Cindy Kearns put in a second before the silence would have gotten awkward. “In fact,” she said, turning to stare straight at Paula Steen, “you’ve got exactly the body Paula’s always wanted.”

“But she doesn’t have the face I have, does she?” Paula shot back, tucking her own gym clothes into her backpack.

“I’ll see you in my office, Paula,” the coach said, sternly.

“It’s okay,” Alison said, suddenly wishing she’d just kept her mouth shut. “Really.”

“It’s not okay,” Marti DiBenedetti said. “My office, Paula.”

Paula glowered at Alison. If she was already in trouble, she figured, she might as well get the absolutely last word. “The longer you stay a little girl, the less competition for the rest of us,” Paula sneered as she hefted her backpack and followed the coach to her office. “Only gay boys like bodies like yours!”

“Just ignore her,” Cindy said as Paula disappeared around a corner.

“Ignore what?” Alison countered, forcing a tone far lighter than she was feeling. She undressed quickly, still smarting from Paula’s ridicule, and self-consciously wrapped herself in the skimpy gym towel. “I don’t know what’s so great about big boobs anyway. I’ll either get them or I won’t—it’s not like I have anything to do with it.” She followed Cindy to the cavernous shower room, which was empty except for Gina Tucci, who was leisurely washing her hair at the farthest showerhead.

And who was Paula Steen’s best friend.

Alison hung her towel on a hook, braced herself for whatever Gina might say, and stepped under a showerhead. She rinsed off quickly, then wrapped the towel around herself again before returning to her locker. Gina was still washing her hair. Maybe everyone wasn’t staring at her after all.

She was almost dressed when Cindy came back from the shower. Alison tucked her blouse into her jeans and buckled her belt, then sat on the bench brushing her hair while Cindy dressed and rummaged in her backpack. Then, using the mirror she’d affixed to the inside of her locker door, Cindy erased smudges of mascara around her eyes and carefully applied dark pink lipstick.

“Want to get a Coke?” Alison asked her.

“Can’t. My mom’s picking me up.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“Call me,” Cindy said, picking up her backpack. “I’ll give you the full report on tonight.”

Then Cindy was gone and Alison was alone in the locker room. She stuffed her dirty gym clothes into a plastic bag and shoved them into her backpack, then caught glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors on the locker room wall. Rising to her feet and carrying her backpack with her, she moved closer to the mirror and took a look at herself.

And what she saw wasn’t bad. In fact, she looked fine. She didn’t need a lot of makeup, and she didn’t need pounds of hips, and breasts, either. And she sure didn’t need to compete for one of those idiot boys who Paula—and even Cindy—seemed to think were so hot. So what was she worried about? Paula and all the other girls like her could have all the boobs and all the boys, if that was what they wanted.

She looked just fine, and felt good.

And she knew she’d keep telling herself that until the sting of Paula’s comments wore off and she once again truly felt as good as she had half an hour ago, when she’d come off the track.

Margot Dunn sat at her vanity table, her hand trembling as she gazed at the diamond earrings that lay on her palm. She could hear her husband cursing in his dressing room as he fumbled with the bow tie to his tux, but his voice sounded oddly muffled, as if coming from much farther away than the few yards that lay between them. But even if she’d heard him clearly, there was no way she could help him. Not the way she always had before. The gulf between herself and Conrad Dunn—between herself and everyone else in the world—had grown too wide.

The hairdresser had come, done his job perfectly, and gone; her makeup man had come and done his best. And she had actually been able to slip into the gray silk Valentino that Conrad had chosen for her to wear to the banquet tonight.

The Dunn Foundation banquet.

The single event where everyone she knew was certain to be present, and certain to be opening their checkbooks, if not their hearts, for her husband’s charity.

The event at which she herself had always been the crown jewel.

Yet when it came time to actually put on the glittering diamond earrings and pronounce herself ready to go, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t find the energy, just as she couldn’t find the energy to help Conrad with his tie.

Right now she didn’t even have the energy to cry.

But she had to find the energy, had to dig deep within herself and find the resources to get her through the evening. Taking a deep breath, she twisted her head to the right and lifted her eyes from the earrings to her reflection in the mirror. For a brief moment, when all she could see was the left side of her face, she felt her spirits rise ever so slightly, and seized the moment to attach one of the jewels in her hand to her left ear.

But even as her fingers worked to slip the post through the tiny hole in her earlobe, she caught a glimpse of the puckered sag of her right eye, and almost against her own volition found herself turning her head to expose the other side of her face to her gaze. Where once she had beheld on the right side of her face only the perfect reflection of the left, now three thick jagged scars sliced from the lower edge of her jaw up through the plane of her cheek, their upper extremity pulling her lower eyelid down so a red semicircle always glowed beneath the deep blue of her iris.

Her eye, formerly so beautiful, was now as hideous as the rest of that side of her face.

Red, white, and blue. Like some fucking Fourth of July bunting, hanging from her ruined face.

Ramón, her makeup specialist, had done his best, but no amount of makeup could cover those shining purple gouges, and no mascara could mask the bloodred semicircle that underscored her eye.

Her face—the face that Conrad Dunn himself had worked so hard to make perfect—look utterly incongruous with the elegant simplicity of the dress and the perfectly coiffed hair.

She closed her eyes and willed herself the strength to finish dressing, to accompany her husband to this fund-raiser, to eat, to drink, to smile and greet his clients, friends, and donors. To pretend to be oblivious to the fact that while the left side of her face still looked like it belonged on the cover of Vogue, the right side of that same face now made people turn away, trying to hide not only their revulsion at how she looked, but their pity as well.

Nothing could hide the damage their yacht’s propeller had done to her face last summer.

It all seemed so impossible. It had been such a perfect day. They’d been on the foredeck, and she was enjoying the single drink she allowed herself on Saturdays and Sundays, and all she’d done was stand up to get a better view of Catalina. And the boat hit a wave, and pitched, and she felt herself lose her balance, and the next thing she knew, she was in the hospital with her entire face bandaged.

And after that, nothing had been the same again, and now, tonight, she could no longer pretend that it was.

She just couldn’t do it.

Feeling Conrad’s warm hands on her shoulders, she opened her eyes and saw his reflection in the mirror, concern in his eyes. “We have to go,” he said softly, as if feeling every agony she was going through.

“I can’t.”

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  • Posted July 18, 2009

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    Not Great, But Not Bad

    Face it - John Saul doesn't pretend to be John Steinbeck. His writing, at least in this book, is pretty pedestrian. The plot is often transparent, and so are the characters, who don't deserve even the usual comparison to cardboard. But that's not the point, and I give it a solid four stars because the author does the job he's supposed to do, which is to keep the reader turning the pages. His variation on the mad doctor tale is pretty decent. I also appreciated the subtext about our culture's preoccupation with youth and beauty at any price. Though it isn't Saul's best (at times it reads like he phoned it in) it probably isn't his worst either. It's fine for a quick and entertaining read.

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    I like John Sauls books and have read mnay of them. The idea around this novel was good which is why I picked it up, but it was very predictable. You know who the killer is halfway through the book and its no surprise. The characters were good, I liked Alison, Micheal and Scott. Risa on the other hand was a total BORE. Who lets their daughter just get implants? Better yet what kind of mother suggests that her 16! year old daughter get them! Thats totally unrealistic. And the fact that she just died in the end was rediculous too. Think about who you marry before you do so. Woman should know if a man had JUST lost his wife there are going to be some emotional paths in which they need to go down before finding someone else and marrying them in less than a year. <BR/><BR/>Saul fans should read, but its just so predictable.. Overall a good book tho if you didnt figure out the ending before you got there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2008

    A huge fan

    I am a huge fan, but I don't usually write a review. I like the element of surprise and seeing what others think of the book. I don't like reading the entire book in a review. So please let us enjoy this book and every twist and turn. Some of us would love to see for ourselves what lays in store.

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  • Posted November 20, 2010

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    Ok Read

    I had given up on John Saul, but since I had previously purchased this book before giving up on him, I decided to read it. It was a decent read, nothing spectacular other than trying to figure out who the killer was, but once I found out, I was shocked. Towards the end, the suspense killing me. I wouldn't read this again, but I can say it was a decent read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2008

    not John Sauls normal 'spooky' book

    If you are expecting John Sauls latest novel to be his normal cannot put it down book- you will be disapointed. The book is extremely gruesome,unbelievable, and predicatable. There are two story lines that will wrap together for a typical ending you will figure out long before the last page. Not his normal spooky 'evil' book about the unexplainable-Wait for the paperbook or check out at your local library!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2008

    not John Saul style

    I'm a big fan of John Saul books but this one wasn't his best. I love the story and the bond between Alison and her father Micheal. I enjoy the book but it was to predicatable.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    As many know John Saul is a master at penning thrillers, chilling thrillers. His 35th offering, Faces of Fear, may well be the chillingest. What could be more frightening than marrying a man you think you know and then discovering that he is not at all the man you thought he was? The answer to that question is it is even more terrifying when said husband means to harm your child. Prominent plastic surgeon Conrad Dunn has had a hand in (or scalpel, if you will) in creating some of the most beautiful people to be found in Bel Air. Among them was his late wife, Margot. After scarring her face in an accident she took her own life. It only took a year for Dunn to find a second wife, the lovely Risa Shaw, mother to 15-year-old Allison. It's quite a leap from the Shaw's former home in Santa Monica to a plush mansion in Bel Air, but Allison is happy for her mom and tries her utmost to adjust to a school full of very rich kids and what is in essence a very different life. Once a down to earth kid not too interested in appearances, she suddenly finds herself among the prettiest of the pretty. Risa is a firm believer in while beauty may be only skin deep it's also a key to the good life, so when Dunn proposes improving on what nature gave Allison she enthusiastically approves. Before long Allison comes across a picture of Margot, and is shocked to see the resemblance between the face in the photo and the work Dunn has planned for her. Of course, knowing this author that's only the beginning of the horrors to come. - Gail Cooke

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