Blackout - A Cal Leandros Novel

Informationen zum Autor Rob Thurman Klappentext When half-human Cal Leandros wakes up on a beach littered with the slaughtered remains if a variety of hideous creatures, he's not that concerned. In fact, he can't remember anything-including who he is. And that's just the way his deadly enemies like it...I was a killer. I woke up knowing that before I knew anything else. There was a moment between sleeping and waking where I swung lazily. The dark was my hammock, moving back and forth. One way was a deeper darkness, a longer sleep. But there was more than darkness there. There were trees past the black, hundreds and thousands of trees. And an ocean blue as a crayon fresh from a brand-new box. A ship rode on its waves with sails as white as a seagull's wings and flying a flag as black as the seabird's eyes. There were fierce dark-eyed princesses named after lilies. Waterfalls that fell forever. Flying. Tree houses. It was a place where no one could find you. A safe place. Of all of it, vibrant and amazing, the one thing I wanted to sink my fingers into and hang on to for my life was that last—a safe place. Sanctuary. But all that disappeared when I swung the other way, where there were sibilant whispers, an unpleasant clicking, insectile and ominous, and a cold, bone deep and imbedded in every part of me. If I'd had a choice, I would've gone with sleep, safe in the trees. Who wouldn't? But I didn't have that warm and comforting option. Instead, I was slapped in the face with icy water. That did the trick of swinging me hard in the wrong direction and keeping me there. I opened my eyes, blinked several times, and licked the taste of salt from my lips. It was still dark, but not nearly as dark as when my eyes had been shut. There was a scattering of stars overhead and a bright full moon. The white light reflected as shattered shards in the water washing up over my legs and up to my chest. It looked like splinters of ice. It felt cold enough to be. There was the smell of seaweed and dead fish in the air. More seaweed was tangled around my hand when I lifted it, the same hand that held a gun—a big gun. A priest, a rabbi, and a killer walk into a bar… A killer woke up on that beach, and that killer was me. How did I know that? It wasn't difficult. I slowly propped myself up on my elbows, my hand refusing to drop the gun it held, and took a look around to see a stretch of water and sand littered with bodies—bodies with bullet holes in them. The gun in my hand was lighter than it should've been. That meant an empty clip. It didn't take an Einstein to work out that calculation. The fact that the bodies weren't my first concern—pissing and food actually were, in that order—helped too. Killers have different priorities. I could piss here. I wasn't a frigging Rodeo Drive princess. There were only the night, the ocean, and me. I could whip it out and let fly. But food? Where would I get the food? Where was the nearest restaurant or take-out place? Where was I? Because this wasn't right. This wasn't home. I dragged my feet up through the wet sand, bent my knees, and pushed up to stagger to my feet to get my bearings. I might be lost. I felt lost, but I needed only to look closer, to recognize some landmarks, and I'd be fine. But I didn't. I didn't recognize shit. I had no idea where I was and I was not fine. I was the farthest from fine as those bodies on the sand were. That was when the killer realized something: I knew what I was all right, but I didn't have a goddamn idea who. I reached for me and I wasn't there. I took a step into my own head and fell. There was nothing there to hold me up. There was no home and there was no me. Nothing to grab or ground me—no memories, only one big gaping hole filled with a cliché. And that—being a cliché? It bothered me more than the killer part. That part I took so much in stride that I...

Product details

• Authors: Rob Thurman
• Publisher: Ace Books
• Languages: English
• Product format: Paperback
• Released: 01.03.2011
• EAN: 9780451463869
• ISBN: 978-0-451-46386-9
• No. of pages: 352
• Dimensions: 107 mm x 173 mm x 24 mm
• Series: Roc; Cal Leandros; Cal Leandros Novels; Cal Leandros; Cal Leandros Novels
• Subject: Fiction > Science fiction, fantasy