Christine 51 ReviewsReviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identified Christine was eating into his mind, burrowing into his unconscious. "That night I had a dream, only in this one Christine was old - no, not just old; she was ancient, a terrible hulk of a car, something you'd expect to see in a Tarot pack: instead of the Hanged Man, the Death Car... The engine roared and hissed and jetted filthy blue oilsmoke." Christine, blood-red, fat and finned, was twenty. Greedy and big - there was still power in her - a malign power that corroded the mind and turned ownership into possession... |