Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
Mel felt as if he were floating on clouds in the deepest, most intense dark he had ever experienced. He tried opening his eyes but nothing happened, only a sharp pain. Little bits of memory flashed back and he tried to figure out what could have happened, where he was.
The last thing he could remember was the little lab hidden back in the mountains in an old mine tunnel. Remote, but only an hour's drive from the city. What had he been doing? Oh yes, arguing with Neil again. He even recalled the exact words.
Damn it, Mel, his partner had said. We've gone about as far as possible working with animal brains. We've got to get a human one.
We can't, Mel had disagreed. There'd be enough of an uproar if the papers got hold of what we've been doing with animals. If we did get someone in a hospital to agree to let us use his brain on death, they would close us up tighter than a drum.
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Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
Des idées de lecture pour ce début d'année !
Si certaines sont impressionnantes et effrayantes, d'autres sont drôles et rassurantes !
A gagner : la BD jeunesse adaptée du classique de Mary Shelley !