The Fourth Hand [antikvár]

Chapter One The Lion Guy Imagine a young man on his way to a less-than-thirty-second event - the loss of his left hand, long before he reached middle age. As a schoolboy, he was a promising student, a fair-minded and likable kid, without being terribly original. Those classmates who could remember the future hand recipient from his elementary-school days would never have described him as daring. Later, in high school, his success with girls notwithstanding, he was rarely a bold boy, certainly not a reckless one. While he was irrefutably good-looking, what his former girlfriends would recall as most appealing about him was that he deferred to them. Throughout college, no one would have predicted that fame was his destiny. 'He was so unchallenging,' an ex-girlfriend said. Another young woman, who'd known him briefly in graduate school, agreed. 'He didn't have the 17. Í !