"The bestseller that introduced Minneapolis cop Lucas Davenport--and John Sandford's deft touch for heartstopping suspense... "
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1 . Kind of weak, but enjoyed
Posted November 15, 2011 by Chris , AtlantaI realize this is his first and I am going to use that excuse to buy the second.
This was just a little rough around the edges. I found the entire book a bit amaturish. The characters were a bit weak as well as the plot progression.
I enjoyed the overall book but wouldn't say it is a must read by any stretch. Hopefully the second will be good or that will be it for this author.
August 11, 2002
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Excerpt from Rules of Prey by John Sandford
A rooftop billboard cast a flickering blue light through the studio windows. The light ricocheted off glass and stainless steel: an empty crystal bud vase rimed with dust, a pencil sharpener, a microwave oven, peanut-butter jars filled with drawing pencils, paintbrushes and crayons. An ashtray full of pennies and paper clips. Jars of poster paint. Knives.
A stereo was dimly visible as a collection of rectangular silhouettes on the window ledge. A digital clock punched red electronic minutes into the silence.
The maddog waited in the dark.
He could hear himself breathe. Feel the sweat trickle from the pores of his underarms. Taste the remains of his dinner. Feel the shaven stubble at his groin. Smell the odor of the Chosen's body.
He was never so alive as in the last moments of a long stalk. For some people, for people like his father, it must be like this every minute of every hour: life on a higher plane of existence.
The maddog watched the street. The Chosen was an artist. She had smooth olive skin and liquid brown eyes, tidy breasts and a slender waist. She lived illegally in the warehouse, bathing late at night in the communal rest room down the hall, furtively cooking microwave meals after the building manager left for the day. She slept on a narrow bed in a tiny storage room, beneath an art-deco crucifix, immersed in vapors of turpentine and linseed. She was out now, shopping for microwave dinners. The microwave crap would kill her if he didn't, the maddog thought. He was probably doing her a favor. He smiled.