Last CallOne-time professional gambler Scott Crane hasn′t returned to Las Vegas, or held a hand of cards, in ten years. But troubling nightmares about a strange poker game he once attended on a houseboat on Lake Mead -- a contest he believed he walked away from a big winner -- are drawing him back to the magical city. Because the mythic game did not end that night in 1969. And the price of his winnings was his soul. And now a pot far more strange and perilous than he ever could imagine depends on the turning of a card. |
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Page 295 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
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Page 135 - Spake thro' the limbs and in the voice — I knew For one of those who eat in Arthur's hall; For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light, but every one of you Stamp'd with the image of the King; and now Tell me, what drove thee from the Table Round, My brother? was it earthly passion crost?" "Nay," said the knight; "for no such passion mine.
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Fools and Jesters in Literature, Art, and History: A Bio-Bibliographical ... Vicki K. Janik No preview available - 1998 |