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Rob Thurman
Moonshine
English · Paperback
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Zusatztext A subtly warped world compellingly built by Thurman. ( Green Man Review ) Cal's a sarcastic! sardonic narrator who pulls the reader into his world! both the good and the bad. ( Romantic Times ) Informationen zum Autor Rob Thurman Klappentext After saving the world from his fiendish father's side of the family, Cal Leandros and his stalwart half-brother Niko have settled down with new digs and a new gig-bodyguard and detective work. And in New York City, where preternatural beings stalk the streets just like normal folk, business is good. Their latest case has them going undercover for the Kin-the werewolf Mafia. A low-level Kin boss thinks a rival is setting him up for a fall, and wants proof. The place to start is the back room of Moonshine-a gambling club for non-humans. Cal thinks it's a simple in-and-out job. But Cal is very, very wrong. Cal and Niko are being set up themselves-and the people behind it have a bite much worse than their bark...I was born a monster. No big deal, right? Monsters are everywhere in this world. But I´m not talking your sweaty pedophile or your serial killer with a cold and silent harem buried in his crawl space. No, I´m talking about the real deal. Creatures that scuttled across the surface of this world when the air was sulfuric acid and the nighttime moon all but blocked out the sky. Scales and fangs, blood that doubled as venom, minds and bodies twisted in concert, dark legends come to life. These legends had always been a reality, but they were one that refused to register on modern human eyes. Monsters, they existed all right, and they were legion, so what was one more? Although truthfully, I was only half-monster. My mother was human; my father something...else. When we were younger my brother and I had called them Grendels; the rest of the supernatural world called them Auphe. You say tomato; I say murderous death incarnate. It´s all good fun. Auphe were the seed of the elf fantasy, believe it or not, but this seed was poisonous, and it would kill anything it touched. There was no blond hair or limpid blue eyes, no silken voices like a temple bell. There was only skin as palely transparent as that of a salamander, eyes the red of lava, and a mind blackened and putrid as a rotting swamp. Okay, they did have the pointed ears; I´ll give you that. Sometimes legends do get the facts right, but that´s not much comfort when a thousand metal teeth are buried in your throat. Half-monster or whole, in the end it didn´t matter. I had my weaknesses, same as anyone else. And I was facing one of them now. Clowns. Yeah, that´s what I said. Clowns. I hate clowns. Always have. Point one out to me at the age of three and I would run wailing in the other direction as if the Hounds of Hell had been set on my diapered ass. Even now they still gave me a chill, and wasn´t that pretty damn ludicrous? I´d fought creatures more monstrous than the mind could grasp. And I was related to things even worse than that, but bottom line, none of it mattered. I just hated clowns. And honestly, what self-respecting person doesn´t? Name one, just one person whose flesh didn´t crawl at the sight of them. Those puffy, bloated hands. The tiny gleaming eyes buried in pits of black paint. That maniacal grin awash in lurid scarlet, red as blood. Whose blood? you´d wonder uneasily to yourself. Could be yours if you didn´t waddle away fast enough on chunky toddler legs. Then there were the people who dressed like cartoon animals, lolling plush tongues, glassy saucer eyes, and thick, unhinged laughs. They were nasty in their own right, but they still had nothing on clowns. Jesus Christ. Don´t kids have enough to warp them in this world? "They´re only bodachs, Cal," Niko´s voice came with a cool amusement that had me throwing him a black scowl. "You could handle a bodach long before you were potty trained. Granted, tha...
Product details
Authors | Rob Thurman |
Publisher | Ace Books |
Languages | English |
Product format | Paperback |
Released | 06.03.2007 |
EAN | 9780451461391 |
ISBN | 978-0-451-46139-1 |
No. of pages | 352 |
Dimensions | 105 mm x 170 mm x 20 mm |
Series |
Cal Leandros Roc Fantasy Cal Leandros |
Subject |
Fiction
> Science fiction, fantasy
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