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Zusatztext “Wonderfully fresh and packed with just the right amount of grotesquerie and wry wit.” — USA Today “Maybe the first serial killer who unabashedly solicits our love.” — Entertainment Weekly “An entertaining! funny series. . . . In his own way! Dexter is trying to make the world a better place.” — Sun-Sentinel “The real appeal of this macabre tour de force is Dexter’s sardonic voice! so snappy and smart! and yet so full of self-loathing that we hate ourselves for laughing.” — The New York Times “Like a breath of fresh air blowing across all of crime-novel conventions! there is Dexter.” — The Denver Post “With chills like this! you can skip the air-conditioning.” — Time “Just when you think (hope?) that the tired and rarely credible device of the serial killer next door has hit a wall! along comes a writer like Jeff Lindsay to prove you wrong. . . . So enjoyable.” — Chicago Tribune “Dexter’s captivating! first-person account is a genuinely exciting read.” —Time Out New York “Dexter is a fascinating character! though he’s not the kind of guy you’d like to invite to dinner.” — Chicago Sun-Times “Mordantly funny.” — New York Post “A unique hero.” — Mystery Scene “In creating a singularly unique killer! Lindsay also manages to create a few sleepless nights for the reader.” — The Anniston Star “Dexter . . . is tremendously likeable! his hobby not withstanding.” — St. Petersburg Times “Lindsay gets high marks for originality! atmosphere! vibrant action scenes and having the brass to write this in the first place.” — Tulsa World “Still one of the genre’s uniquely delicious personalities! and Lindsay keeps the blood flowing nicely.”— Winnipeg Free Press Informationen zum Autor Jeff Lindsay is the New York Times bestselling author of the Dexter novels, which debuted in 2004 with Darkly Dreaming Dexter . They are the basis of the hit Showtime and CBS series, Dexter . He lives in South Florida with his family. Klappentext The "Dexter" series-bestselling books, acclaimed TV show, worldwide phenomenon-continues with Dexter's deadliest case yet. After his surprisingly glorious honeymoon in Paris, life is almost normal for Dexter Morgan. Married life seems to agree with him: he's devoted to his bride, his stomach is full, and his homicidal hobbies are nicely under control. But old habits die hard-and Dexter's work as a blood spatter analyst never fails to offer new temptations that appeal to his offbeat sense of justice. Not to mention that his Dark Passenger still waits to hunt with him in the moonlight. The discovery of a corpse (artfully displayed as a sunbather relaxing on a Miami beach chair) naturally piques Dexter's curiosity and Miami's finest realize they've got a terrifying new serial killer on the loose. And Dexter, of course, is back in business. ONE Pardonnez-moi, monsieur. Oe est la lune? Alors, mon ancien, la lune est ici, ouvre la Seine, enorme, rouge, et humide. Merci, mon ami, I see it now. Et actualment, name of a dog, it is a night for the moon, a night made just for the sharp pleasures of the moonlight, the dance macabre between Dexter of the Dark and some special friend. But merde alors! The moon is over la Seine? Dexter is in Paris! Quelle tragedie! The Dance is not possible, not in Paris! Here there is no way to find the special friend, no sheltering Miami night, no gentle welcoming ocean waters for the leftovers. Here there is only the taxis, the tourists, and that huge and lonely moon. And Rita, of course. Rita everywhere, fumbling with her phrase book and folding and unfolding dozens of maps and guidebooks and pamphlets, all promising perfect happiness and, miraculously, delivering it--t...
