Authors: Alma Katsu
Tags: #Literary, #Physicians, #General, #Romance, #Immortality, #Supernatural, #Historical, #Alchemists, #Fiction, #Love Stories
THE TAKER
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2011 by Alma Katsu
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First Gallery Books hardcover edition September 2011
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Katsu, Alma.
The taker / Alma Katsu.—1st Gallery Books hardcover ed.
p. cm.
1. Physicians—Fiction. 2. Supernatural—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3611.A7886T35 2011
813'.6—dc22
2010036030
ISBN 978-1-4391-9705-9
ISBN 978-1-4391-9707-3 (ebook)
Content
AUTHOR’S NOTE
A
s
The Taker
is a work of fantasy, I don’t imagine readers come to it expecting historical authenticity, but there is one liberty I’ve taken with history that must be pointed out. While there is no town of St. Andrew in the state of Maine, if the reader attempts to triangulate the fictional village’s location based on clues in the text, you’ll see that if it were to exist, it would fall about where the town of Allagash stands today. Truth be told, this exact area of Maine wasn’t settled until the 1860s. However, the Acadian town of Madawaska, not far away, was settled in 1785, and so in my mind it didn’t seem too much of a stretch to have Charles St. Andrew found his outpost around this time.
PART I
ONE
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oddamned freezing cold. Luke Findley’s breath hangs in the air, nearly a solid thing shaped like a frozen wasp’s nest, wrung of all its oxygen. His hands are heavy on the steering wheel; he is groggy, having woken just in time to make the drive to the hospital for the night shift. The snow-covered fields to either side of the road are ghostly sweeps of blue in the moonlight, the blue of lips about to go numb from hypothermia. The snow is so deep it covers all traces of the stumps of stalks and brambles that normally choke the fields, and gives the land a deceptively calm appearance. He often wonders why his neighbors remain in this northernmost corner of Maine. It’s lonely and frigid, a tough place to farm. Winter reigns half the year, snow piles to the windowsills, and a serious biting cold whips over the empty potato fields.