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Gator [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert J. Sawyer
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Horror
eBook Description: Paleontologist David Ludlum thinks the frequent reports of alligators in the sewers of New York may be evidence of something much more dangerous ... and much, much older.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Urban Nightmares, ed. Josepha Sherman and Keith R. A. DeCandido, 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2002
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [64 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [13 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [64 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [67 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [44 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [14 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [24 KB]
Words: 3725
Reading time: 10-14 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Something scampered by in the dark, its footfalls making tiny splashing sounds. Ludlam didn't even bother to look. It was a rat, no doubt--the sewers were crawling with them, and, well, if Ludlam could get used to the incredible stench, he could certainly get used to the filthy rodents, too. This was his seventy-fourth night skulking about the sewers beneath New York. He was dressed in a yellow raincoat and rubber boots, and he carried a powerful flashlight--the kind with a giant brick battery hanging from the handle. In most places, the ceiling was only inches above his head; at many points, he had to stoop to get by. Liquid dripped continuously on the raincoat's hood. The walls, sporadically illuminated by his flashlight beam, were slick with condensation or slime. He could hear the rumble of traffic up above--even late at night it never abated. Sometimes he could hear the metal-on-metal squeal of subway trains banking into a turn on the other side of the sewer wall. There was also the constant background sound of running water; here, the water was only a few inches deep, but elsewhere it ran in a torrent, especially after it had rained. Ludlam continued to walk along. Progress was always slow: the stone floor was slippery, and Ludlam didn't want to end up yet again falling face forward into the filth. He paused after a time, and strained to listen. Rats continued to chatter nearby, and there was the sound of a siren, audible through a grate in the sewer roof. But, as always, he failed to hear what he wanted to hear. It seemed as though the beast would never return.
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