{"product_id":"the-bog-michael-talbot-1986-william-morrow-and-company-hardback","title":"The Bog - Michael Talbot - 1986 William Morrow and Company Hardback","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition\u003c\/strong\u003e: Acceptable. Please see the images for more details. May show signs of wear such as:\u003cbr\u003e• Shelf wear or scuffing on the cover\u003cbr\u003e• Creases, marks, or tears on pages or dust jacket\u003cbr\u003e• Possible remainder marks or previous owner’s name\/notes inside\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eCover art: \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBlurb\u003c\/strong\u003e: “\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eResting peacefully on the reddish and muddy bottom of the pit was the body of a young girl. She lay on her back, her head twisted to one side and her left arm outstretched. She looked much like any young girl might have who had only recently settled down for a nap, except for the fact that her skin, once white, was now a shiny and resinous black. It was as if a talented sculptor had carved her out of coal and then polished the surface of his work to a high gloss\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDavid was spellbound. Her every feature had been preserved every pore in her skin, her nails, the whorls and lines of her finger prints, and the gentle creasings of the skin at the bend of her wrists. If she was indeed as old as they believed, she might possibly have even caught a glimpse of Caesar himself, and it took his breath away to think that he.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDavid Macauley, was looking at the hair, the hands \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eand flesh of the person who had actually done those things\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTrying as best he could not to muddy himself, he lowered himself into the pit. He knelt down, craning his neck as he carefully leaned between the muddy wall of the pit and the body and for the first time caught a glimpse of her face\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"My God, \" he murmured. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhen viewed from above, the deceptively tranquil posture of the body had not prepared him for what he now confronted, for frozen in the young girl's visage, as perfectly preserved as her skin and her nails, was a look of unspeakable terror.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Jove Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":49728209682674,"sku":null,"price":40.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0522\/7685\/4977\/files\/FD3F20FD-C4F3-4F63-9BC2-6A64870FAC40.jpg?v=1782777647","url":"https:\/\/postmarkedfromthestars.com\/products\/the-bog-michael-talbot-1986-william-morrow-and-company-hardback","provider":"Postmarked from the Stars","version":"1.0","type":"link"}