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Zusatztext Praise for Laurell K. Hamilton and A Kiss of Shadows “One of the most inventive and exciting writers in the paranormal field.” —Charlaine Harris “Sexy . . . Merry’s adventures are engaging and keep the reader turning the pages.” — St. Louis Post-Dispatch “Stunning . . . steamy . . . an exciting and original world.” — San Jose Mercury News “I’ve never read a writer with a more fertile imagination.” —Diana Gabaldon Informationen zum Autor Laurell K. Hamilton Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • "Stunning . . . steamy . . . an exciting and original world."-San Jose Mercury News Meet Merry Gentry, paranormal P.I., and enter a thrilling, sensual world as dangerous as it is beautiful, full of earthly pleasures and dazzling magic, and ruled by the all-consuming passions of immortal beings once worshipped as gods . . . or demons. Merry Gentry, princess of the high court of Faerie, is posing as a human in Los Angeles, working as a private investigator specializing in supernatural crime. But now the queen's assassin has been dispatched to fetch her-whether she likes it or not. Suddenly Merry finds herself a pawn in her dreaded aunt's plans. The job that awaits her: enjoy the constant company of the most beautiful immortal men in the world. The reward: the crown-and the opportunity to continue to live. The penalty for failure: death. Praise for Laurell K. Hamilton and A Kiss of Shadows "One of the most inventive and exciting writers in the paranormal field."-Charlaine Harris "Sexy . . . Merry's adventures are engaging and keep the reader turning the pages."-St. Louis Post-Dispatch "I've never read a writer with a more fertile imagination."-Diana GabaldonChapter 1 Twenty-three stories up and all i could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they had to be flying blind. Los Angeles is a place where people, those with wings and without, come to hide. Hide from others, hide from themselves. I’d come to hide and I’d succeeded, but staring out at the thick, dirty air, I wanted to go home. Home where the air was blue most of the time and you didn’t have to water the ground to get grass to grow. Home was Cahokia, Illinois, but I couldn’t go back because they’d kill me if I did, my relatives and their allies. Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me. It’s overrated. There was a knock on the office door. It opened before I could say anything. My boss, Jeremy Grey, stood framed in the doorway. He was a short, grey man, four feet eleven inches, an inch shorter than me. He was grey from his dark Armani suit to his button-up shirt and silk tie. Only his shoes were black and shiny. Even his skin was a pale uniform grey. Not from illness or age. No, he was a trow in the prime of life, just a little over four hundred. There were some lines around his eyes, along the thin mouth, that made him appear mature, but he’d never be old. Without the aid of mortal blood and a pretty serious spell, Jeremy might live forever. Theoretically. Scientists say that in about five billion years the sun will expand and engulf the Earth. The fey won’t survive that. They will die. Does five billion years count as forever? I don’t think so. Though it’s close enough to make the rest of us envious. I leaned my back against the windows and the thick, hanging smog. The day was as grey as my boss, but his color was a cool, crisp grey, like clouds before a spring rain. What lay outside the window felt heavy and thick like something you would try to swallow, but you’d never get it down. It was a day to choke on, or maybe it was just my mood. “You look gloomy, Merry,” Jeremy said. “What’s wrong?” He closed the door b...
