The Strain, The Fall, The Night Eternal - Plot & Excerpts
“I have never met Mynheer Blaak, mind you. He prefers it that way.”Setrakian walked alongside the broker. Setrakian was traveling with a Belgian passport, under the name Roald Pirk, his occupation listed as “antique bookseller.” The document was an expert forgery.The year was 1972. Setrakian was forty-six years old.“Though I can assure you he is very wealthy,” the broker continued. “Do you like money very much, Monsieur Pirk?”“I do.”“Then you will like Mynheer Blaak very much. This volume he seeks, he will pay you quite handsomely. I am authorized to say that he will match your price, which, itself, I would characterize as aggressive. This makes you happy?”“Yes.”“As it should. You are fortunate indeed to have acquired such a rare volume. I am sure you are aware of its provenance. You are not a superstitious man?”“In fact, I am. By trade.”“Ah. And that is why you have chosen to part with it? Myself, I think of this volume as the book version of ‘The Bottle Imp.’ You are familiar with the tale?”“Stevenson, wasn’t it?”“Indeed.
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