Twins: A novel

In "Twins," Bari Wood and Jack Geasland weave a masterful tale of suspense and shocking disclosure, insistently drawing the reader toward a terrible domain of gnawing fear and consuming passion that was made for only two. The boys were married in the womb. As youngsters, they dressed alike. When they entered a room, all eyes were on them. Attention, praise, the subtlest pleasure -- all was to be shared between them. And sharing always made it that much better. Yet behind their perfect faces, hidden by their secret smiles, a grotesque force had found a dwelling place. They were linked by a mysterious bond that stretched far beyond their childish years. Only the old man saw it. His warning remained like a forgotten dream -- but he was long dead before the horrors began. When Mike and Dave got older, they always double-dated and looked for girls who liked to be shared. The girls usually didn't mind -- the twins were so beautiful, so perfectly alike, so destined for success. Handsome, charming, and with a gift for putting women at ease, they were to become the most prosperous doctors in the city. Younger by a few minutes, Michael was always the frightened one: His mystical, more-than-brotherly love was tempered by fear. As the solace of their private, shared world became a terrifying nightmare, he tried every path to escape -- friends, family, and career became obstacles against his mirror image. News of their tragic death spread quickly among their wealthy, faithful patients. After practicing together for years, they were at the pinnacle of their profession. Recently they had moved into the old family apartment on Riverside Drive. Acquaintances had applauded the move -- after all, Michael could never hurt David. And David could never, never hurt Michael. From the 1977 hardback edition