A dead man was holding him. ""Papa?"" Mark managed to whisper, his voice squeaking. He was staring into the bluest eyes he"d ever seen- Felipe"s eyes, he thought shakily. But the face belonged to an earlier time. He reached to touch Adam"s cheek, as if to convince himself that he was real and not the figment of nightmares. ""This...this can"t possibly be real,"" Mark said dazedly, feeling only the slightest stubble of beard beneath his fingers. Hair, skin, and bone- no longer a picture in a frame or a cherished memory. ""They told me you were dead...they buried you?"" Marcos grew up wanting only to sing. He didn"t believe in angels; he wasn"t even sure he believed in God anymore. But how else could he explain his uncharacteristic behavior or the voice he heard in his ear- a voice that called him ""laddie,"" as Adam had done. But he wasn"t Marcos anymore. He didn"t need Adam. He was Mark O"Hara, a Superstar. He didn"t need an angel"s help either. But someone was trying to kill him. Someone was playing with his mind. And Adam was indeed alive. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Superstar, Volume I (Billie Allen)