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“John Renshaw war ein Bussard in Menschengestalt, den sowohl seine Veranlagung als auch sein soziales Umfeld zu zwei Dingen mehr als zu allem anderen befähigt hatten: zu töten und zu überleben”

Quote by Stephen King

Work

Night Shift

This book delves into the experiences of individuals who labor during the night, offering a glimpse into their unique challenges and personal stories. more

Author

Stephen King
Stephen King

Stephen King, born on September 21, 1947, is a renowned American author. His works primarily focus on horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and have won him a wide audience. King has received numerous literary awards in the United States, including the Edgar Allan Poe Award and the World Fantasy Award. more

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