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基本信息·出版社：Vintage
·页码：528 页
·出版日期：2008年03月
·ISBN：0307389715
·International Standard Book Number：0307389715
·条形码：9780307389718
·EAN：9780307389718
·装帧：简装
·正文语种：英语
·丛书名：Vintage
内容简介 In the wild interior of the Yucat????n, far from the lazy beaches of Canc????n, two young couples and some new-found friends venture to the site of an ancient Mayan temple, in pursuit of another in their group. What started out as a day trip spirals into a nightmare when they reach the ruins . . . and discover the terrifying presence that lurks there.
作者简介 Scott Smith was educated at Dartmouth College and Columbia University. He lives in New York City.
媒体推荐 "The best horror novel of the new century."
Stephen King
"Like having a rope tied firmly round your middle, as you're pulled on protesting tip-toes toward a door marked DOOM."
Entertainment Weekly"Do not pick up a copy of Scott Smith's
The Ruins if you have anything else you need to do in the next eight hours or so."
Salon"An exercise in unremitting tension."
The Baltimore Sun --Back of book
编辑推荐 "The best horror novel of the new century."
—Stephen King
"Like having a rope tied firmly round your middle, as you're pulled on protesting tip-toes toward a door marked DOOM."
—
Entertainment Weekly"Do not pick up a copy of Scott Smith's
The Ruins if you have anything else you need to do in the next eight hours or so."
—
Salon"An exercise in unremitting tension."
—
The Baltimore Sun 文摘 They met Mathias on a day trip to Cozumel. They'd hired a guide to take them snorkeling over a local wreck, but the buoy marking its location had broken off in a storm, and the guide was having difficulty finding it. So they were just swimming about, looking at nothing in particular. Then Mathias rose toward them from the depths, like a merman, a scuba tank on his back. He smiled when they told him their situation, and led them to the wreck. He was German, dark from the sun, and very tall, with a blond crew cut and pale blue eyes. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his right forearm, black with red wings. He let them take turns borrowing his tank so they could drop down thirty feet and see the wreck up close. He was friendly in a quiet way, and his English was only slightly accented, and when they pulled themselves into their guide's boat to head back to shore, he climbed in, too.
They met the Greeks two nights later, back in Cancun, on the beach near their hotel. Stacy got drunk and made out with one of them. Nothing happened beyond that, but the Greeks always seemed to be turning up afterward, no matter where they went or what they were doing. None of them spoke Greek, of course, and the Greeks didn't speak English, so it was mostly smiling and nodding and the occasional sharing of food or drinks. There were three Greeks-in their early twenties, like Mathias and the rest of them-and they seemed friendly enough, even if they did appear to be following them about.
The Greeks not only didn't know English; they couldn't speak Spanish, either. They'd adopted Spanish names, though, which they seemed to find very amusing. Pablo and Juan and Don Quixote was how they introduced themselves, saying the names in their odd accents and gesturing at their chests. Don Quixote was the one Stacy made out with. All three looked enough alike, however-wide-shouldered and slightly padded, with their dark hair grown long and tied back in ponytails-that even Stacy had a hard ti
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