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by Frank Peretti

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Some monsters are real.

Miles away from the hectic city, Reed and Rebecca hike into the beautiful Northwester woods. They are surrounded by gorgeous mountains, waterfalls, and hundreds of acres of unspoiled wilderness.

During their first night camping, an unearthly wail pierces the calm of the forest. Then something emerges from the dense woods


Some monsters are real.

Miles away from the hectic city, Reed and Rebecca hike into the beautiful Northwester woods. They are surrounded by gorgeous mountains, waterfalls, and hundreds of acres of unspoiled wilderness.

During their first night camping, an unearthly wail pierces the calm of the forest. Then something emerges from the dense woods. Everything that follows is a blur to Reed—except the unforgettable image of a huge creature carrying his wife into the darkness.

Enter into deep wilderness where the rules of civilization no longer apply. A world where strange shadows lurk. Where creatures long attributed to overactive imaginations and nightmares are the hunters . . . and people are the hunted.

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Publishers Weekly
In this long-awaited novel, Peretti (This Present Darkness; The Visitation) tells the story of a young woman who disappears in the Idaho wilderness and the ensuing search for her. The author's prose is clear and crisp, with only a few lapses into Lovecraftian hyperbole: his description of the novel's almost mythical setting is rich and detailed without being overwritten and his characterization of the woman, Beck, and the very unusual creatures she encounters is compelling. Peretti successfully incorporates several contemporary detective drama/suspense thriller tropes; one of his main characters, for example, is a crime scene investigator, and welcome doses of forensic evidence and DNA analysis are thrown into the mix. But the novel suffers from too many supporting characters, and Peretti's failure to develop them greatly compromises the conclusion. More problematic, though, is the novel's agenda with regard to the theory of evolution. Not raised overtly until the middle of the book, Peretti's critique of certain aspects of Darwinism eclipses the story and leads it to an unsatisfying and somewhat confusing end. As in Peretti's previous novels, those who hold conservative views are portrayed as heroic and those who disagree as evil. The novel's devolution into this simplistic moralism, however, will not keep Peretti fans away, and its many merits may attract other readers as well. 400,000 first printing. (Apr. 12) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

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Chapter One

The Hunter, rifle in his hands, dug in a heel and came to a sudden halt on the game trail, motionless, nearly invisible in a thicket of serviceberry and crowded pines. He heard something.

The first rays of the sun flamed over the ridge to the east, knifing through the pine boughs and morning haze in translucent wedges, backlighting tiny galaxies of swirling bugs. Soon the warming air would float up the draw and the pines would whisper like distant surf, but in the lull between the cool of night and the warmth of day, the air was still, the sounds distinct. The Hunter heard his own pulse. The scraping of branches against his camouflage sleeves was crisp and brilliant, the snapping of twigs under his boots almost startling.

And the eerie howl was clear enough to reach him from miles away, audible under the sound of the jays and between the chatterings of a squirrel.

He waited, not breathing, until he heard it again: long, mournful, rising in pitch, and then holding that anguished note to the point of agony before trailing off.

The Hunter's brow crinkled under the bill of his cap. The howl was too deep and guttural for a wolf. A cougar never made a sound like that. A bear? Not to his knowledge. If it was his quarry, it was upset about something.

And far ahead of him.

He moved again, quickstepping, ducking branches, eyes darting about, dealing with the distance.

Before he had worked his way through the forest another mile, he saw a breach in the forest canopy and an open patch of daylight through the trees. He was coming to a clearing.

He slowed, cautious, found a hiding place behind amassive fallen fir, and peered ahead.

Just a few yards beyond him, the forest had been shorn open by a logging operation, a wide swath of open ground littered with forest debris and freshly sawn tree stumps. A dirt road cut through it all, a house-sized pile of limbs and slash awaited burning, and on the far side of the clearing, a hulking, yellow bulldozer sat cold and silent, its tracks caked with fresh earth. A huge pile of logs lay neatly stacked near the road, ready for the logging trucks.

He saw no movement, and the only sound was the quiet rumble of a battered pickup truck idling near the center of the clearing.

He waited, crouching, eyes level with the top of the fallen tree, scanning the clearing, searching for the human beings who had to be there. But no one appeared and the truck just kept idling.

His gaze flitted from the truck to the bulldozer, then to the huge pile of logs, and then to the truck again where something protruding from behind the truck's front wheels caught his eye. He grabbed a compact pair of binoculars from a pocket and took a closer look.

The protrusion was a man's arm, motionless and streaked with red.

Looking about, the Hunter waited just a few more seconds and then, satisfied that no one else was there, he climbed over the log and stole into the clearing, stepping carefully from rock to stump to patch of grass, trying to avoid any soil that would register his footprints. The truck was parked in nothing but loose soil, freshly chewed by the bulldozer, but he would have to deal with that problem later. He was planning his moves as he went along.

He reached the truck, slowed with caution, and then eased around it, neck craning, in no mood for gruesome surprises.

What he found on the other side was no surprise, but it was gruesome, and definitely a complication. Cursing, he leaned against the truck's hood, warily scanned the tree line and the logging road, and started weighing his options.

The crumpled body on the ground was obviously one of the logging crew, most likely the foreman who'd lingered alone too long on the site the previous evening, judging from the stiff condition of his body. He lay on his belly in the dirt, his body crushed, dried blood streaked from his nose and mouth, his head twisted grotesquely on a broken neck. His hard hat lay top down several feet away, and the ground around the truck was littered with metal shreds of what used to be a lunch box and scattered, chewed-up plastic wrappings that used to hold a lunch.

I don't have time for this!

The Hunter quickly stifled his rage. He needed to calculate, foresee, plan.

His gaze shifted to the pile of logs. That might be an option. He could make it look like an accident that would explain the bent, torn, rag-doll condition of the dead man.

Were the keys in the bulldozer?

Leaving his rifle by the truck, the Hunter ran to the bulldozer, clambered up on the big steel track, and stepped into the cab. He sank into the worn and torn driver's seat and searched the panel for the keys. Then he sniffed a chuckle of realization: Of course. This wasn't in town, where idle punks drifted about looking to steal anything not locked up or bolted down, and this machine was no car for joyriding. The key was in the ignition.

It had been a while since his college summers with the construction crew, but if this thing was anything like that track hoe he used to operate . . .

He clicked the key over to Preheat, waited, then turned the key to Start.

The dozer cranked to life with a puff of black smoke.

His mind was racing, still planning, as he put the mountainous machine into gear and got it moving. Reverse came easily enough. Forward was easier. With careful manipulation of the brakes and levers, he brought the dozer to the back of the log pile, then left it there, still running.

Hauling the dead man across the ground would be messy, but it was the only option. The Hunter grabbed the man's wrists--the right arm was intact, but the left arm had been snapped above the elbow and flexed like a rubber hose--and started pulling. He tugged and dragged the body over limbs, grass, rocks, and debris. The man's head dangled from a wrung neck and scraped on the ground. When the Hunter reached the front of the log pile, he let go of the arms. The stiffened body flopped into the dust.

Seated once again in the dozer, he edged the machine forward, reaching under the logs with the bucket. With a calculating, steady pull of the lever, he raised the bucket, lifting the logs, lifting, lifting, until . . .

The pile upset. The logs rolled and rumbled down, bouncing, tumbling one over the other, drumming the ground, kicking up dust.

The dead man's body disappeared beneath a jackstraw pile of logs.

No time, no time! The Hunter eased the dozer back to its resting place, switched it off, and leaped to the ground. He ran back to the idling truck and pocketed every metal scrap, every torn plastic wrapper he could find. Then, slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he spotted and grabbed a broken-off evergreen bough and went to work, retracing his every step, brushing and erasing each footprint with rapid side-sweeps as he backed out of the clearing.

As expected, he heard the slowly rising sound of a vehicle coming up the logging road, climbing switchbacks, lurching through gears, rattling over potholes, and growling over gravel.

He crouched and headed for the trees, tossing away the branch. Just as he slipped into the forest, a truck pulled into the clearing on the other side. He stole through the crowded timber, planting every footstep silently in the soft, pine-needled ground. Truck doors slammed. Voices lifted, followed by cries of alarm. Those loggers were going to have quite a morning.

Meet the Author

Frank E. Peretti es el destacado autor de Esta patente oscuridad, publicado por Editorial Vida. El y su esposa Bárbara residen en la costa pacifica del noroeste de los Estados Unidos.

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Monster 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 128 reviews.
Monster by, Frank Peretti, is a spectacular suspense/ thriller novel packed with tons of adventure. I absolutely loved this book because it kept me on the edge of my seat and wonder what was going to happen. Monster takes place in modern day time in the deep, dark, mysterious woods of Oregon. The major conflict in Monster was that when Reed and Beck Shelton go on a camping trip, beck is stolen Beck is stolen by a huge monster in the middle of the night. While Reed and his crew are searching for her, little do they know that they're being stalked by something. While on the search for Beck, Reed and his crew are continually finding clues like Beck's backpack. Also, men die from a mysterious monster while on the hunt. When they find a part of Beck's jacket covered in blood, Reed is positive that she is dead. But then they see that the GPS they "gave" her suddenly becomes alive. Frank Peretti did an awesome job writing Monster. He made it so that the reader would not get bored, but want to keep reading and never put the book down! Frank Peretti used rich vocabulary while writing. I would definitely recommend this novel to people who like to read suspenseful and adventurous novels because this book is exactly like that! This book is now my favorite book, and I'm sure it will be yours too! NOW GO AND READ IT ! kthanks(:
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed "Monster". First of all, the title reached out and grabbed me because I love anything that might give me a good scare. It had a little bit of everything mixed in. There was murder, intrigue, scary scientists, scary hairy monsters, mystery, and a twist. If you enjoy reading about the Loch Ness Monster, Dracula, Werewolves, or Bigfoot, then you will enjoy this book. It's a thriller that also has a moral message.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It kept my attention from beginning to end. My taste in literature ranges from one end of the spectrum to the other. One thing that I do look for in a good book is what I can pull from the book, aside from what is physically written on the page, and frank peretti keeps me thinking, 'what is he trying to say?' or 'what am I supposed to get from this?'. I love his work and this book is no exception.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Monster by Frank Peretti is a gripping tale of a husband and wife who, while hiking in Idaho, find themselves in a horrible predicament. What started out as an enjoyable evening of hiking results in days of terror filled panic and nights of horror, mixed with fear of the unknown. As the reader turns each page, he will be on the edge of his seat with fear, excitement, and suspense as he follows the trail of the main characters, Reed and Beck. Peretti skillfully navigates the reader between different scenes of Reed searching, Beck traveling with the monster, and the search party almost finding her several times. Peretti enables the reader to understand what is happening through his vivid descriptions. Will Beck be found alive? Will Reed redeem himself for making her go camping when she did not even want to go in the first place? Will the monster get away with Beck? Will the monster live? All these questions can be answered when you pick up a copy of Monster by Frank Peretti. This 413 page book is well worth the read.
Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Beck is not thrilled to be taking this survival weekend with her husband Reed. She isn't a big fan of the outdoors, but Reed thinks a wild camping adventure is just the thing to cure her of her nervous stutter. During their first night of camping, a horrifying wail pierced the night. Then something emerges in the darkness and chases them through the forest. The last thing Reed sees is a huge, hairy creature carrying his wife away into the night. The next morning, a rescue party sets out to track the footprints and a hunting party sets out to bag a huge bear. Reed knows it wasn't a bear. When a few more mysterious murders pop up, Reed calls a close friend to investigate. No one believes that a big foot monster carried off his wife, but Reed knows what he saw. And the more they discover, the more his theory is supported. But there may be another creature out there who has begun to hunt them. I LOVED this book! It was such a great premise and handled so well. I loved how Peretti showed Beck's point of view with her "captor." I loved seeing her character grow and change just to survive. And then there was the whole mystery to figure out and the awesome nod to God's amazing ability to create unique species. This is a great read. It's creepy and scary, so if you don't like that, steer clear. Otherwise, you must read Monster. It rocks!
MsMetal More than 1 year ago
This book is great! I couldn't put it down. I had to find out what happened next. A fresh new story line that anyone will be able to love.
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Ok urm just because loo there wasn't any specific reason.
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I highly recommend" Monster" by Frank Peretti . It is the first book I have read by this author and it won't be my last . I thoroughly enjoyed this book.It had a fast paced plot making it difficult to put down. The characters were interesting and it was full of surprises It was different from other stories written on this theme.It is a great read and I know you will enjoy it.
kalevala More than 1 year ago
The plot started out well, then hints of religious input. Finally the author named all of the "monsters" Christian names and the whole thing fell apart. The word "Christian literature" should be included. I don't like religion pushed at me. and unexpectedly. One of the worst books I have read. I usually read good literature, and just wanted to read something fun for a change. Too bad as the plot began well.
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This was hard to put down. I packed it everywhere with me until i finished it...loved it!!
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Bet you a dollar you will love this book. (Be honest")
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