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Gabriel Knight: The Beast Within
Prologue
Rittersberg, Bavaria 1750
The jailer's name was Aug. It had once been Augustus, but the boyhad none of his mother's pretensions, and no one still living knewthe longer appellation that made sense of the shorter—not even thejailer's wife.Right now Aug wished he'd taken the higher road his mother'd urgedand had ended up an officer in the army perhaps, or a localmagistrate or solicitor. For that matter, he would gratefullytrade places with the merchants or farmers, the ones sent todestroy the Beast's family. Even being the executioner would bebetter, for
his
duty would be carried out tomorrow in the sanelight of day and amidst the fear-salving crowd at the scaffold.He'd rather be
anyone
and
anywhere
other than the village jailersitting where he was sitting at this moment—alone, at night.Which was at the wooden table outside the dungeon door. Aug rootedhimself to the spot by sheer force of will, not because he wasbrave (although he'd seen battle with the French and was braveenough) but because it was his job, and to refuse would mean notonly the loss of it but loss of face in the village as well. Hetold himself that the door was made of massive oak planks chosenexpressly for the purpose of confinement, and that the iron barthat lay across it was the finest chastity belt ever given thatseductress,escape. But both the bar and the door had been inventedfor the worst that a
man
could do. Who knew what the Beast wascapable of?
Helllllpppppppppppppppppppppmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeepleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeseinGooooooo-oooooooooooodsnaaaaaaaaaaaaame!
The pleas went far beyond shrieks of pain. He knew a man's screamwell enough. This was not a human body in pain; it was a soul'sanguish. It was the sound of the act of damnation.Aug clutched the rough table in front of him as desperately as hewould grip an assailant's neck. His tanned and weathered face wasthe shade of palest coffee, like the cast of fresh cream in abrown wooden bucket. His eyes were fixed on the dungeon door. Hisbrain stopped reassuring itself about locks and hinges and beganreciting the rosary.And still the cries went on. The screams became deeper andgruffer; the words were taken over by snarls. . . .
 
Hall Mary, full of grace, have mercy on us poor sinners now and inour hour of need . . .
And then stopped abruptly.For what seemed like an eternity, there was only the sound ofAug's own terrified heartbeat.Then there was a snuffling sound, very close by, a low, huffinggrunt, like a pig in the dirt but darker,
larger.
And something began to scratch at the door.
 
Chapter 1
Spring, 1995Schloss Ritter, Rittersberg, Germany 
UNTITLED
Blake Backlash
adventure by Gabriel Knight chapter 1, page 1More than a year since his last tag case, Blake Backlash found himselfstuck in a dilapidated castle. He's supposed to be some kind of hero,having inherited late Uncle Daemon's role of "Guardian of Truth andLight" along with this wreck of a family fortress. What Uncle D.didn't explain was what the hell that meant. The most excitingdevelopments of the past year involved building plaster and a lot ofhammering. It was enough to drive a scion to seek out the highestramparts and throw himself over. Still, he reasoned, things could beworse. If it wasn't for all the money he'd stolen from the voodoo
hounfour 
before it went up into flames, he'd still be reading bycandlelight and freezing his balls off in this Bavarian refrigerator.Fortunately, Blake was about to be rescued from the ordeal of self-reflection. Brunhilde brings in the mail one chilly spring morning andhe finds a mysterious package— postmark: India. Curious, he rips openthe thick brown wrapper and out falls"Out falls . . ." Gabriel Knight muttered, staring at the page in thetypewriter with knotted brow. His fingers thrummed on the desk.There followed a long and ultimately unproductive pause.
"Damn ill"
He struck his hand on the table in frustration and ripped the pagefrom the typewriter's grasp. The opening wasn't bad—it was whatcame next that sucked. He'd had a brief glimmer about a hauntedashram last night, but in the glare of the waiting page, BlakeBacklash in a sari revealed itself as worse than unbelievable; itwas self-parody. He wadded up the sheet of paper and sent itsailing to the floor, where it was happily reunited with a fewdozen of its closest relatives.
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Can we download this book by any chance? I'd even pay for it but I can't find it anywhere... I'd really appreciate if the uploader could either enable the download button, make it available elsewhere or sell it. Thanks!

reply03 / 11 / 2011
Joseph113

The first novel was great! And The videogame was fantastic. Where I can Buy or download this second part? Thanks for your attention. Joey.

reply01 / 09 / 2010
arjhaysp

This is a very good novel taken or an inspiration to the CDROM game and i played all three games hope there would be a 4th sequel to the game...

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