Gerald Arthur Winter (70 results)

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Paperback or Softback. Condition: New. Unconscious: Short Stories. Book.

Hardcover. Condition: Fine. Dust Jacket Condition: Fair. Large, sturdy book, shiny black covers, bright gilt lettering on spine, 247 pages. An ink note written by author at top of first front end paper, signed "Gerald Arthur Winter, "Jerry," 1/10/10." DJ glossy with illustration of moonlit mountain peaks and surreal unicorn rearing up on front and spine, a photo of the author on all of back. DJ is worn and torn at tips and spine edges. Fair DJ/Fine book. Signed by Author(s).…

Condition: As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Hardcover. Condition: Very Good condition. Very Good dust jacket. First Edition (so stated). Great Neck, New York: Todd & Honeywell, Inc, 1989. Very Good condition in Very Good dust jacket. Inscribed and signed by the author on the front free endpaper. NOT price clipped ($16.95). A clean, square, tight copy of the author's first novel, a science fiction thriller. The plot is set in Manhattan and Ecuador. Pages are fresh and crisp. NO underlining. NO highlighting. NO margin notes. Bound in the original black boards, lettered in shiny gold on the spine. Keywords: Holography. . INSCRIBED & SIGNED by the AUTHOR. First Edition (so stated). Hardcover. Very Good condition/Very Good dust jacket. 8vo. 247pp. …

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Hardcover. Condition: Fine. Dust Jacket Condition: Fine. First Edition.

Hardcover. Condition: New. Dust Jacket Condition: New. 1st Edition. First Edition stated, no writing, marks, underlining, or bookplates. No remainder marks. Spine is tight and crisp. Boards are flat and true and the corners are square. Dust jacket is not price-clipped. This collectible, " NEW" condition first edition/first printing copy is protected with a polyester archival dust jacket cover. Beautiful collectible copy. GIFT QUALITY Size: 8vo - over 7¾ - 9¾" tall. Book. …

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Condition: New. In English.

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Condition: As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Condition: New. In English.

Condition: New. In English.

Hardcover. First Edition; First Printing. Near Fine in a Near Fine dust jacket.; Inscribed by Author; Signed by Author. Signed.

Paperback. Condition: Brand New. 172 pages. 9.25x6.25x0.25 inches. In Stock.

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. Neuware.

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Buch. Condition: Neu. Neuware - From the heights of Manhattan skyscrapers to tropical retreats of the ultra-rich, PI Tom Larkin seeks the truth about old manuscripts found in a steamer trunk from the 1920's Lost Generation. When someone kills twice to obtain the rare manuscripts, Larkin runs the gauntlet through hot-blooded vixens and cold-blooded reptiles, but his defeat is never an option.…

Buch. Condition: Neu. Neuware - WEB EXCERPT - Letters in Blood - # 40739Tom Larkin paid fifty grand for his brilliant red casket monthsbefore they planned a sailor's funeral for him that night. His coffin cruisedat 120 mph with its dash lit like a jet's cockpit, where the most-importantreading to Larkin glowed on his Porsche's digital clock--4:00 AM. Perhapsit was his darkest moment before dawn, but he had other plans. Hedrove recklessly, hydroplaning northbound on Manhattan's flooded FDRDrive through sheets of pouring rain.The drive home took an hour, but, with minimal visibility in a torrential downpour, the flooded Harlem River Drive leading to the GeorgeWashington Bridge concealed potholes rattling the fine suspension of hisGerman-made wet dream. Larkin's greater problem-DWI-was a giventhey had counted on. Still, they drugged his last sour mash at Rao's, just toup the prelude's tempo to an evening dirge. With the bad weather, his inebriation, and hallucinations from a subtle drug taking hold of his senses, thedistance between Larkin and home lengthened as time became his enemy.Vera, his wife, told him she'd kill him the next time he stumbled inafter daybreak. It was no idle threat. He knew she could kill in a crime ofpassion, especially him. Death lurked at the start and finish of his racehomeward, but, with two strikes against him, only he could fathom the thirdhis bent to self destruction.If all went as planned, Harbor Police would find Tom Larkin deadbehind the wheel after hitting the muddy bottom of the East River, or anyother river. They just wanted him gone, stateside or overseas, no matterwhat.Larkin still felt sharp an hour after downing his third double JackDaniels. In his mind, past, present, and future were clear. Rememberinghis hat size, Social Security number, and the measurements of a dozenbimbos was no problem. He could read his driver's license number fromthree paces, backward, upside down, with either eye or both-withoutglasses.He'd been sharp for two hours before he started driving, but anhour after his last belt, the one first kicked in with the drugs andcompounded his usual buzz. Seeing Vera as more dangerous than the roadhe sped recklessly despite the hazardous conditions. He had no idea anyonewanted to kill him for anything other than his flagrant infidelities.To his right, the black depths of the East River was a fatal attraction.He could be a loser on two counts, but there was a third alternative, theloser's hat trick--call strike-three without a swat to stay alive. His ownworst enemy, he knew they might find him dead before dawn on all threecounts.'Bastards,' he grumbled, cursing his so called buddies who lethim get behind the wheel after he had been pumping drinks for hours. Theirnames escaped him. So much for clarity. Sharp as a rose thorn hewondered. My ass.Where were those faceless nonentities They were friends enough tobuy his fourth drink in a dingy saloon, yet, they had turned their backs whenhe squinted to read the address on his parking stub. Had they callouslywatched him stumbling to his Porsche trying to get the himself home So much for twenty-twenty fucking vision, he thought. Vera will killme if I'm not out of here. What time you got, Pal I can't read my damnwatch.'His mind and car sped out of control at a mile a minute. The EastRiver beckoned. Who could ever see clearly in a dim twilight betweenhappy hour and an untimely death He shrugged and imagined seeing his own hands clutching thesteering wheel but saw no flesh, only bone. In the rearview mirror, he caughtthe malicious grins of three Mexican capungos, banditswho'd kill as soon as spit.'Fuck off!' he shouted, shaking their image from his mind. Adjustingthe mirror to be sure they were gone, he saw his own reflection as a skeletonand swerved toward the rive.…

Gebunden. Condition: New. KlappentextWEB EXCERPT - Letters in Blood - # 40739Tom Larkin paid fifty grand for his brilliant red casket months before they planned a sailor s funeral for him that night. His coffin cruised at 120 mph with its dash lit like a .

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PF. Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. Brand new book, sourced directly from publisher. Dispatch time is 6-7 days from our warehouse. Book will be sent in robust, secure packaging to ensure it reaches you securely.

PF. Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. Brand new book, sourced directly from publisher. Dispatch time is 6-7 days from our warehouse. Book will be sent in robust, secure packaging to ensure it reaches you securely.

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PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.