Midnight Voices

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The sudden, tragic death of her husband leaves Caroline Evans alone in New York City to raise her children with little money and even less hope. When she meets and marries handsome, successful Anthony Fleming, the charismatic man of her dreams, she believes her life is destined for happiness. She and her children move into her new husband’s spacious apartment in the legendary Rockwell on Central Park West. Despite her son’s instinctive misgivings about the building and its residents, Caroline dismisses the odd ...
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Overview

The sudden, tragic death of her husband leaves Caroline Evans alone in New York City to raise her children with little money and even less hope. When she meets and marries handsome, successful Anthony Fleming, the charismatic man of her dreams, she believes her life is destined for happiness. She and her children move into her new husband’s spacious apartment in the legendary Rockwell on Central Park West. Despite her son’s instinctive misgivings about the building and its residents, Caroline dismisses the odd behavior of her neighbors as pleasant eccentricities. But after her daughter begins to experience horrifying nightmares and a startling secret emerges, Caroline realizes that the magnificence of her new home masks a secret of unimaginable horror. . . .
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Publishers Weekly
Saul knows how to dish out thrills, and with a sly tribute to Ira Levin's Rosemary's Baby, as well as other horror classics, this latest pulp shocker should have fans lining up. Mother of two and widow of a murdered Central Park jogger, Caroline evans thinks she has found the answer to her prayers in her new husband, Anthony Fleming. The family moves into his apartment in the Rockwell, a storied old Upper West Side building. Ryan and Laurie, the children, quickly begin to have nightmares in which they are haunted by menacing voices, while Ryan realizes that he doesn't like his creepy stepfather. Elderly, eccentric neighbors bring them strangely flavored food. Laurie befriends ailing Rebecca, the foster child of a neighbor couple, who is mysteriously wasting away. Tension mounts when Rebecca's social worker, a close friend of Caroline's, can get no information from Rebecca's doctor - yet another elderly resident of the Rockwell - despite her threat to obtain a subpoena. Soon the social worker disappears, Rebecca follows on her heels and Laurie herself becomes ill with whatever Rebecca had. Meanwhile, the "niece" of an elderly neighbor, who looks suspiciously like a younger replica of the old woman, replaces her aunt in the Rockwell. Readers who appreciate Saul's homage to undead fiction will probably see the plot twists coming, but die-hard devotees should enjoy the chilling, sometimes gruesome goings-on at the Rockwell nonetheless. (June) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Carolyn Evans's life as a new widow and single parent of two takes a frightening turn when she meets then marries the seemingly ideal widower, Anthony Fleming. Shortly after Carolyn, her children, Laurie and Ryan, and Tony return from their family honeymoon and move into Tony's Central Park apartment, both children begin hearing strange noises at night. Then Laurie becomes weak and tired while Ryan develops a fear of Tony and their neighbors, who, it seems, have discovered eternal youth by feeding on children's blood. Employing a range of voices, Aasne Vigesaa does an admirable job of losing her listeners in the world of modern-day vampires with her smooth, expressive, and well-paced delivery. Background music at the beginning and end of each side adds to the spooky atmosphere. Highly recommended.-Laurie Selwyn, Law Lib., Grayson Cty., Sherman, TX Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Saul (The Manhattan Hunt Club, 2001, etc.) rings some changes on a classic horror storyline. Gosh, Rosemary, you're back in the Dakota, or rather the Rockwell, just up the street on Central Park West from where you married that actor minion of the Devil and had Satan's baby. But now you're a widow named Caroline Evans with two kids, 12-year-old Laurie and 11-year-old Ryan, and the money's run out, the kids have to leave private school for public education, and the rent crunch is on. So it's pretty wonderful when you meet supercharming Anthony Fleming, himself a widower of six months standing, and Tony adores kids, and before long you've moved into the Rockwell with a ring on your finger and Tony in your pocket. Or are you in Tony's pocket? It's all been engineered by elderly neighbor Irene Delamond, who is way older than Ruth Gordon, and Irene and Tony are in the same, uh, well, isn't the Rockwell known as the witches coven? Ryan thinks his new bedroom smells bad. Laurie falls into tears seeing her few clothes in her big new closet. The two kids have a friend, Rebecca, living with Rockwell neighbors the Albions, and she looks awfully bloodless though being treated by beastly Dr. Humphries. Social worker Andrea thinks Max may be a pervert, and he did give Ryan a new baseball mitt . . . . With fading famed-actress Virgie Estherbrook in the building, it's all, hmm, homey as hell. After lovemaking, Caroline wakes to gloomy nightmares and hears midnight voices. With happy ghouls smiling everywhichway, why is this all so familiar, Rosemary? Well, talk about deja vu, you'll never guess what happens: Laurie hears midnight voices through the walls-and finds the same secret door you found! And doesher blood-level dive? Whoo! But let's not give everything away. Rosemary's Remake, with a richly entertaining demonic payoff.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780449006535
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/4/2003
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition number: 4
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 404,293
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 6.95 (h) x 1.05 (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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Caroline evans’s dream was not a nightmare, and as it began evaporating into the morning light, she tried to cling to it, wanting nothing more than to retreat into the warm, sweet bliss of sleep where the joy and rapture of the dream and the reality of her life were one and the same.

Even now she could feel Brad’s arms around her, feel his warm breath on her cheek, feel his gentle fingers caressing her skin. But none of the sensations were as sharp and perfect as they had been a few moments ago, and her moan—a moan that had begun in anticipation of ecstasy but which had already devolved into nothing more than an expression of pain and frustration—drove the last vestiges of the dream from her consciousness.

The arms that a moment ago had held her in comfort were suddenly a constricting tangle of sheets, and the heat of his breath on her cheek faded into nothing more than the weak warmth of a few rays of sunlight that had managed to penetrate the blinds covering the bedroom window.

Only the fingers touching her back were real, but they were not those of her husband leading her into a morning of slow lovemaking, but of her eleven-year-old son prodding her to get out of bed.

“It’s almost nine,” Ryan complained. “I’m gonna be late for practice!”

Caroline rolled over, the image of her husband rising in her memory as she gazed at her son.

So alike.

The same soft brown eyes, the same unruly shock of brown hair, the same perfectly chiseled features, though Ryan’s had not yet quite emerged from the softness of boyhood into the perfectly defined angles and planes that had always made everyone—men and women alike—look twice whenever Brad entered a room.

Had the person who killed him looked twice? Had he looked even once? Had he even cared? Probably not—all he’d wanted was Brad’s wallet and watch, and he’d gone about it in the most efficient method possible, coming up behind Brad, slipping an arm around his neck, and then using his other hand to shove Brad’s head hard to the left, ripping vertebrae apart and crushing his spinal cord.

Maybe she shouldn’t have gone to the morgue that day, shouldn’t have looked at Brad’s body lying on the cold metal of the drawer, shouldn’t have let herself see death in his face.

Caroline shuddered at the memory, struggling to banish it. But she could never rid herself of that last image she had of her husband, an image that would remain seared in her memory until the day she died.

There were plenty of other people who could have identified him at the morgue. Any one of the partners in his law firm could have done it, or any of their friends. But she had insisted on going herself, certain that it was a mistake, that it hadn’t been Brad at all who’d been mugged in the park.

A terrible cold seized her as the memory of that evening last fall came over her. When Brad had gone out for his run around part of the lake and through the Ramble she’d worried that it was too dark. But he’d insisted that a good run might help him get over the jumpiness that had come over him the last couple of weeks. She’d been helping Laurie with her math homework and barely responded to Brad’s quick kiss before he’d headed out.

Hardly even nodded an acknowledgment of what turned out to be his last words: “Love you.”

Love you.

The words kept echoing through her mind six hours later when she’d gazed numbly down at the face that was so utterly expressionless as to be almost unrecognizable. Love you . . . love you . . . love you . . . “I love you, too,” she’d whispered, her vision mercifully blurred by the tears in her eyes. But in the months that had passed since that night more than half a year ago, her tears had all but dried up. Sometimes they still came, sneaking up on her late at night when she was alone in bed, trying to fall asleep, trying to escape into the dream in which Brad was still alive, and neither the tears nor the anger were a part of her life.

Caroline wasn’t quite sure when the anger had begun to creep up on her.

Not at the funeral, where she’d sat with her arms holding her children close. Maybe at the burial, where she’d stood clutching their hands in the fading afternoon light as if they, too, might disappear into the grave that had swallowed up her husband.

That was when she’d first realized that Brad must have known he’d be alone in total darkness by the time he finished his run around the lake. And both of them knew how dangerous the park was after dark. Why had he gone? Why had he risked it? But she knew the answer to those questions, too. Even if he’d thought about it, he’d have finished his run. That was one of the things she loved about him, that he always finished whatever he started.

Books he didn’t like, but finished anyway.

Rocks that looked easy to climb, but turned out to be almost impossible to scale. Almost, but not quite.

“Well, why couldn’t you have quit just once?” she’d whispered as she peered out into the darkness of that evening four days after he’d died. “Why couldn’t you just once have said, ‘This is really stupid,’ and turned around and come home?” But he hadn’t, and she knew that even if the thought had occurred to him, he still would have finished what he set out to do. That was when anger had first begun to temper her grief, and though the anger brought guilt along with it, she also knew that it was the anger rather than the grief that had let her keep functioning during those first terrible weeks after her life had been torn apart. Now, more than half a year later, the anger was finally beginning to give way to something else, something she couldn’t yet quite identify. The first shock of Brad’s death was over. The turmoil of emotions—the first numbness brought on by the shock of his death, followed by the grief, then the anger—was finally starting to settle down. As each day had crept inexorably by, she had slowly begun to deal with the new reality of her life. She was by herself now, with two children to raise, and no matter how much she might sometimes wish she could just disappear into the same grave in which Brad now lay, she also knew she loved her children every bit as much as she had loved their father.

No matter how she felt, their lives would go on, and so would hers. So she’d gone back to work at the antique shop, and done her best to help her children begin healing from wounds the loss of their father had caused. There had been just enough money in their savings account to keep them afloat for a few months, but last week she had withdrawn the last of it, and next week the rent was due. Her financial resources had sunk even lower than those of her emotions.

“Mom?” she heard Laurie calling from the kitchen. “Is there any more maple syrup?”

Sitting up and untangling herself from the sheets—and the turmoil of her own emotions as well—Caroline shooed her son out of the room. “Go tell your sister to look on the second shelf in the pantry. There should be one more bottle. And you’re not going to be late for baseball practice. I promise.”

As Ryan skittered out of the room, already yelling to his sister, Caroline got out of bed, opened the blinds, and looked out at the day. As the smell of Laurie’s waffles filled her nostrils and the brilliant light of a spring Saturday flooded the room, Caroline shook off the vestiges of the previous night’s dream.

“We’re going to be all right,” she told herself.

She only wished she felt as certain as the words sounded.

caroline could feel the tension as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Ryan was at the kitchen table, a deep scowl furrowing his brow as he glowered at his sister. Laurie, still three months shy of her thirteenth birthday, hadn’t yet outgrown her delight in stirring up her younger brother, and this morning she was employing a tactic that never failed: she was simply acting as if she didn’t know he was mad at her. Now she offered her mother a transparently bright smile that Caroline knew was intended to win her alliance in whatever quarrel had developed during the ten minutes since Ryan had left her bedroom. Shaking her head at the syrup-drenched waffle Laurie put at her place, she poured a cup of coffee, sat down, glanced at Ryan, then fixed her gaze on Laurie. “Okay, what did you do to him?” she asked.

Laurie’s smile weakened slightly, but she did her best not to let it fail altogether. “Nothing!” she insisted, shrugging with exaggerated innocence. “I don’t know why he’s mad!”

Ryan’s scowl deepened. “She says we’re going to the zoo. But you said I could play baseball this morning. Dad and I always played baseball on Saturday, and this afternoon I’m supposed to meet some of the guys from school for soccer—”

“Why do you have to play baseball and soccer?” Laurie broke in. “Why can’t you do something different? Why can’t you do something Mom and I want to do?”

“I don’t have to!” Ryan flared. “If Dad were—”

This time it was Caroline who interrupted the boy. “But he’s not here.” Though her voice caught, she managed to control the tears that suddenly blurred her eyes. Saturdays—especially perfect Saturdays like this one—had always been their favorite day. Before the children were born, when they’d still lived in the little apartment up near Columbia University, she and Brad had wandered endlessly, exploring the city, searching for the perfect neighborhood in which to raise their children. Just before Laurie was born, they’d found the apartment where she and the kids still lived, just a block from the park, on a street that, though not as quiet as some of those on the other side of the park, wasn’t nearly as noisy as some of the West Side blocks. After Ryan was born, their Saturdays had begun focusing on the park, where they’d quickly met other young couples raising families in the city. Since Brad had died, Caroline had done her best to keep up the family activities, but everything, of course, had changed. Though last fall Brad had begun letting Ryan go to the park by himself to play baseball or soccer after school, Caroline could no longer bear the thought of either of her children being alone there. Ryan hadn’t liked the new restriction, but he’d gone along with it, as long as she took him on Saturdays. But Laurie, having forgotten that up until last summer she’d enjoyed baseball as much as her brother, was now at the age where she wanted as little to do with her brother as possible. So Saturdays had become a tug-o’-war between her two children, with Caroline put in the position of being unable to satisfy either of them. Still, she had to try. “How about if we compromise?” she suggested. “We’ll watch Ryan play ball this morning, and walk over to the zoo this afternoon. And after we see the zoo, maybe Ryan can still get to soccer with his friends.”

The last of Laurie’s smile faded away. “The zoo in the park? I hate that place. The cages are awful, and all the animals look like they’d be better off dead!” Too late, Laurie heard her own words and saw the flash of pain in her mother’s eyes. “I—I’m sorry—” she began, but Caroline quickly shook her head.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You’re not even wrong. But for us all to go up to the Bronx . . .” Her voice trailed off as she silently calculated how much it would cost: including the subway, nearly thirty dollars, even if they spent nothing on snacks or even just Cokes.

Thirty dollars that a year ago would have been nothing.

Thirty dollars that now she simply didn’t have.

Not with the rent unpaid, and all the credit cards maxed out.

Laurie read her mother’s expression perfectly. “I have some money,” she said. “I’ve got more than a hundred dollars in my baby-sitting account. Why can’t I take us?”

“Because you’re going to need that money for college,” Caroline replied. “And just because things are a little tight for me right now, we’re not going to raid your baby-sitting account.”

“I’ve got some money in my piggy bank,” Ryan offered, his scowl giving way to a worried frown. “We could use that.”

The phone rescued Caroline from having to figure out a way to reject Ryan’s offer without hurting his feelings, but as soon as she heard Claire Robinson’s voice, she suspected that whatever plans she and the kids might have had for the day were about to be ruined. Her employer was using the extra cheerful tone that Caroline and the two other people who worked at Antiques By Claire had learned to recognize as the precursor to words that were going to be nowhere near as pleasant as the voice that uttered them.

“Caroline, darling?” she trilled, and Caroline could picture her sitting behind her Louis XIV desk, a cigarette between the first two fingers of her right hand as she cradled the phone on her left shoulder, flipping through the pages of an auction catalog even as she spoke. “I have the most enormous favor to ask you. And I know it’s a terrible imposition, but I simply don’t know where else to turn!”

Caroline translated the words in her mind: Kevin and Elise either hadn’t answered their phones, or had been un-swayed by Claire’s entreaties. But neither Kevin nor Elise needed their jobs as badly as did Caroline. Kevin had his partner, Mark, and Elise had her alimony payments. “What is it, Claire?”

“I know you always spend Saturdays with the children, and I know I have simply no right at all to ask, but is there any chance you could sit in the shop for a few hours? I hope it won’t be more than two, and I can’t imagine it will be more than four or five.”

“I promised Ryan we’d go to the park this morning, and then—”

“Then it will be perfect! There’s a Queen Anne demilune table going down at Sotheby’s this afternoon that I simply can’t let go to anyone else. It’s an exact match for the one in Estelle Hollinan’s foyer, and Estelle will kill us all if I don’t get it for her. So if you’ll just be here at one, I’ll duck out for no more than an hour or two.”

Seeing the disappointment in both her children’s eyes as they began to suspect that they might not be going anywhere at all—park or zoo—Caroline made one last attempt at escaping from Claire. “Can’t you call Kevin or Elise? The children and I always—”

The mask of cheeriness in Claire’s voice fell away. “No, Caro- line, I can’t. Kevin and Mark went to Provincetown, and Elise has commitments.”

As if I don’t, Caroline thought silently.

“And, frankly, I’d think you’d welcome the chance to make a few dollars. Your sales haven’t been as good as they might be.”

Though the threat wasn’t made directly, Caroline could feel it as keenly as if it were a knife pressed against her throat. “Of course I can help out, Claire,” she said, trying to make her defeat sound as much like a gracious gesture as she could. “I’ll be there at one.”

She hung up the phone, but her hand lingered on the receiver. What else? she thought.

What else can go wrong?

It was as if the thought itself had cued the phone to ring, and she jerked her fingers away from the receiver as if they’d been burned. The phone rang a second time, then a third, but Caroline simply stood there, staring mutely at it. I don’t care who you are, she thought. I don’t care what you want. I can’t deal with it. I just can’t deal with any more. But even as the thoughts formed in her mind, she rejected them. I’ll get through, she decided. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it. Steeling herself, she picked up the receiver once again. “Hello?”

“Caroline?”

She instantly relaxed as she recognized Andrea Costanza’s voice at the other end. Caroline had known Andrea since they’d met at Hunter College almost fifteen years before, and even though Andrea hadn’t approved when Caroline had dropped out to marry Brad Evans, they’d stayed friends, and become even closer in the last five years, after Andrea had taken an apartment only two blocks from her own. “Thank God,” she breathed now. “You have no idea how much I need to hear a friendly voice.”

“Well, how about three friendly voices, for lunch on Tuesday?”

“Three?”

“I just got a call from Bev. She and Rochelle are worried about you.”

Beverly Amondson and Rochelle Newman were the other two women Caroline considered her best friends—or at least she had until recently, when it seemed like she hardly heard from them anymore. “They’re scared,” Andrea had explained a month ago. “You’re single now. That makes you a threat.” She’d laughed at the look of shock on Caroline’s face. “Oh, grow up, Caroline! Why do you think I was never invited when Rochelle threw one of her cozy little dinner parties? They were couple deals, and I’m not part of a couple. Now you aren’t either. End of invitations.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense! Why would I be a threat?”

“All single women are a threat to all married women,” Andrea pronounced. “You were the only exception—you never worried about me at all. And don’t get me wrong. I love Bev and Rochelle. But haven’t you noticed they never invite single women to anything if their husbands are there? I’m fine for lunch and girl talk, but that’s it. And now you’re part of that group. You watch.”

Andrea, it turned out, had been right: Within a few weeks after Brad died, the invitations from the Amondsons and the Newmans had begun to taper off.

“Well, you can tell them I’m alive, if not exactly kicking,” Caroline said now, and immediately wished she’d managed to sound a little more cheerful, no matter how she felt.

“Then this should make you feel better. Bev says we should all meet at Cipriani’s.”

Caroline burst out laughing. “Harry Cipriani’s?” she repeated. “In the Sherry Netherland? You must be crazy—you could never afford it, and I sure can’t anymore!”

“Ah, but Bev and Rochelle can,” Andrea replied. “And they might live in their own little world of money, but they know we don’t. They’re footing the bill!”

“So I’m not only off the dinner list, but now I’m on the charity list?” Caroline asked, regretting the words the instant she uttered them. “Oh, God, Andrea. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“Who cares? It’s true—at Cipriani’s, we’re both charity cases. So what do you say? You sure sound like you could use a good lunch, and by ‘good’ I mean ‘expensive.’ Get away from your problems and let your hair down for a couple of hours.”

Caroline hesitated, but not for long; suddenly the idea of sitting in the sumptuous room with her three best friends was irresistible. “I’ll be there,” she promised. “Hey, I’m taking the kids to the park this morning. Want to meet us there?”

“God, how I wish I could,” Andrea sighed. “But I’ve got three kids in shelters that need foster homes, and four families to do background checks on before I can even think about matching the kids to the families.”

“Why do I suspect the city isn’t paying you to work on weekends?” Caroline asked.

Andrea uttered a darkly hollow chuckle. “Because you’re a reasonably intelligent human being. But the kids still need homes, so hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go. And if I don’t get to it, I’m not going to get done until dinner. See you Tuesday.”

As she hung up the phone and turned back to Laurie and Ryan, Caroline felt a little better, cheered by the prospect of seeing her old friends again on Tuesday. Unless, of course, the lunch turned into nothing more than a bitter taste of what life would be like if Brad hadn’t gone running in the park that night.

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  • Posted June 26, 2011

    Best Book By John Saul

    I have read every book by John Saul. By far one of my favorites. A must read.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2008

    Too zombie for me

    Although I am a fan of John Saul this book just did nothing for me. It was a bit 'far fecthed' and the characters were just stupid. Everyone knows that you dont go running at night by yourself ESPECIALLY in NY. And if your husband is murdered you DONT marry anotherman you hardly know a few months later. The Zombie people were weird, and if you hear people in your room you LEAVE and NEVER come back! Come on.... I dont recommend this one. But the author does have many other great novels.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2005

    A fun book to read

    I really liked this book ..I'm usally a big Dean Koontz fan but wanted to give John Saul a try.And i'm glad I did I loved his characters and the story itself I couldn't put the book down. I highley recommend it

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 16, 2011

    Didn't Like at all..

    I've never read this author before and thought it would be fun to read someone different. I started the book and thought it was really sophmoric and simple right off the bat. The ideas in the book were really obvious... and very typical. I could predict everything that was going to happen. At times I didn't know if this was a book about alien encounters or ghosts or body snatchers!

    It was definitely disappointing and I really didn't care for it. But of course I had to finish it to see the outcome. All in all.. it's a book that passes the time. Not one to sink your teeth in and get excited about.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2006

    Creepy and engaging

    I am not a huge fan of horror novels so I was a little leary of this one at first, but I am so glad that I read it, because this story has a wonderful plot. I couldn't put it down! Highly recommended.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2005

    A horror of horrors

    Now here is a writer that knows how to glue a person to a book. The plot is well write and will surpise you. It is the kind of book one searches for. Great and suspenseful to the end. You will hate to put it down and will miss it when it's over.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2004

    Chilling and Intense

    Predictable? Yes and no. There were many times that figured out what was about to happen next, but the book still had a few surprises. On the otherhand, it was one of the most suspenseful John Saul books written, and it leaves certain questions unanswered, giving the reader credit for using his/her imagination. While I rate this book very high, it is not my favorite, but I still highly recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2003

    Saul's as good as ever

    As with many of his other book Saul hasn't stopped doing what he does best. Though his books have a strange predictability to them, they still have you hanging at the edge of yor seat turning the pages unable to stop. It aint the best there ever was, but it'll get ya hooked like it was.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2003

    WONDERFUL

    I have read alot of John Saul books this one one of the best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2003

    It's a page-turner

    I have read almost all of John Sauls's books and I found Midnight Voices to be his best effort since The Blackstone Chronicles. While Midnight Voices was a a bit predictable and Saul did reveal the crux of the plot in the middle of the book (as several other reviews have noted), I found the last third of the book exciting because I had become so emotionally invested in Caroline, Ryan, and Laurie that I simply HAD to find out how they were going to get out of this mess. While his books have been obscured by the success of his more verbose counterparts (i.e. Anne Rice and Stephen King), Saul will always stand tall as one of the most-underrated masters of modern horror because of his lean storytelling and the uncanny knack he has for making me stay up all night to read a book while completely creeping me out! Midnight Voices did just that and I give it two-thumbs up. . way up!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2003

    A Real Page Turner

    This is the first book by John Saul that I have read. I'm hooked. I read the entire book in two days. I'm going to the bookstore today to pick up more titles by John Saul. He is truly an amazing writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2002

    Wonderful!

    This was a wonderful suspenseful SCARRRRRRRRRRRRYYYY book. A definite must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2002

    NAIL-BITING SUSPENSE!!!

    I have been an avid reader of John Saul's for decades and love his work. I have been greatly disappointed in his last three or four books are am thrilled to see that he is true to his terrifying self again with this new release. WELCOME BACK JOHN!! And I wish these comparisons to Rosemary's Baby would stop. There are similarities but it is totally original and had me on the the edge of my seat. Believe me, that is not easy to do! Highly recommended. Read with the lights on! And let Mr. Saul know how much you enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2013

    Awesomeness

    Just finished reading this book and I couldn't put it down. It was totally awesome!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a must read :)

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  • Posted March 11, 2012

    I haven't read a John Saul book in many years (or any book reall

    I haven't read a John Saul book in many years (or any book really) and have recently decided to get back into my reading. I'd read all of his earlier books (80's to early 90's), and since I was a true fan then, I decided to pick a few of his books. This being one of them. I kept thinking that I knew what was going to happen, but I kept wanting to read more to find out what happened. I have to admit, I was not disappointed and am looking forward to reading the 3 other books that I purchased.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2012

    Good stuff!

    Unusual book. Fast read. Has made me a saul fan. Suspenceful. CT

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    Riveting!

    This book was terrifying and exciting! Enjoy it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2006

    What's this?

    What kind of scumbag attorney would not take out a life insurance policy for his family. In real life the husband attorney would have had a million dollar life insurance policy and the wife would get his retirement policy. Although this book is fiction, and I love a lot of John Saul novels, the believable parts should be more pragmatic.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2006

    predictable

    I love John Saul books but this one was not one of my favorites. Half way through I almost didnt want to finish it because I knew what the ending was going to be.It had some twist and turns though that kept it still exciting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2004

    Okay, but not great

    Ive read all of John Sauls books and by far this is not one of his best. If you never read a John Saul book before do not pick this one as your first.

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