Showing results for "The Beast" in Psychological

Thirty-four years ago, on October 31, poor Hannah Talbott took part in a scavenger hunt gone violently wrong. The mean girls made sure of it. To this day, for a haunted local mother, the most unsettling Halloween costume of all is an urban legend they call Hannah-Beast. It’s a reminder of the past she can’t forget. Especially tonight when it’s come back, so close to home.

Justice may not be enough... Amidst a spree of violent murders targeting women in Denmark, Police Commissioner Cecilie Mars is pulled into the shadows of a hidden underworld. Tracing these heinous acts back to a long-forgotten rape, Mars is pointed towards a sinister group of men bound by a deep hatred for women: incels. As her relentless approach earns her foes within the police force and at home, Mars quickly becomes the target of the very rage she's hunting

A woman wakes up in a dark room with no recollection of how she got there, let alone her own name or where she lives. She has no idea who she is, but everyone else seems to know her as Gabi. A series of unknown numbers run through her head, and her dreams are plagued by a faceless man.

Avec la parution de la trilogie de La Bête, David Goudreault a ébranlé le paysage littéraire québécois. Repoussant les limites de l'humour grinçant, il a offert un regard à la fois dur et tendre sur les oubliés de la résilience, grâce à un protagoniste qui, en dépit de sa violence, est touchant de naïveté.

Adelaide has lived a long, solitary existence in the Blue Ridge Mountains. On the verge of ending it all, she discovers two feral children raiding her garden and rescues them in a misguided attempt at a new life. Now she must find a way to care for children who are more beast than human. They only communicate with chirps and grunts, and they pine for their feral mother. When dangerous men and a wild woman emerge from the darkness in pursuit, Adelaide faces a grueling choice.

"À la fin de ce récit, je vais me tuer. Et puis mourir. C'est ainsi. Toute bonne chose a une fin, mais moi aussi."

"Ma mère se suicidait souvent. Elle a commencé toute jeune, en amatrice. Très vite, maman a su obtenir la reconnaissance des psychiatres et les égards réservés aux grands malades. Pendant que je collectionnais des cartes de hockey, elle accumulait les diagnostics."