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-Titulo Original : Sucker Punch (anita Blake, Vampire Hunter)
-Fabricante :
Berkley
-Descripcion Original:
A brutal murder, a suspect in jail, and an execution planned-but what if the wrong person is about to be killed? When a fellow U.S. Marshal asks Anita Blake to fly to a tiny community in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on an emergency consult, she knows time is running short. When she arrives, there is plenty of proof that a young wereleopard killed his uncle in the most gruesome and bloody way possible. As the mounting evidence points to him, a warrant of execution is already under way.But something seems off about the murder, and Anita has been asked for her expert opinion on the crime scene. Despite escalating pressure from local cops and the family’s cries for justice for their dead patriarch, Anita quickly realizes that the evidence doesn’t quite add up.Time is against Anita, as the tight-knit community is up in arms and its fear of supernaturals is growing. She races to uncover the truth and determine whether the Marshals have caught the killer or are about to execute an innocent man-all in the name of justice. About the Author Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 The tiny plane landed in the dark on a runway that felt way too short. When the plane finally skidded to a stop, I couldnt make my right hand let go of the armrest. Literally Id held on so tight that my hand had locked up, as if holding on tight would have done a damn bit of good if the plane had wrecked. The pilot turned his head to look at me and give me a thumbs-up. I just stared at him, my heart in my throat. I was phobic of flying, and this bumpy trip in a four-seater Cessna hadnt done a damn thing to quiet my fears. He took off his headset and said, Oh, come on, it wasnt that bad, was it? He smiled when he said it. I glared at him until his smile faltered. I was projecting badass while the only mantra in my head was I will not throw up. I will not throw up. Only knowing that a mans life hung in the balance had gotten me to climb into the progressively smaller planes until this final one. Well, welcome to Hanuman, Michigan, Marshal Blake, the pilot said at last, and opened the door. As I pried my hand free of its death grip, I wondered again why I was doing this. Because its your job, I thought. I kept telling myself that as I gathered my bags and fitted the big one through the door ahead of me. The pilot said, That bags big enough to hold a body. Only if it was my size or smaller, though I guess I could cut it up and make almost anyone fit, I said as I got the rest of me and the smaller bag through the door and down onto the tarmac. Very funny, the pilot said. I gave him the flat look until he said, Whats really in the bag? Weapons, a man said as he walked toward us in the last light of the setting sun. Id had just a moment to see the forest, and then it was dark as if someone had turned the lights off. You know youre in the boondocks when its that dark even before you step into the trees; in their shade, it would be cave dark. I smiled at Marshal Winston Newman. He was as tall as the first time Id met him, as in over six feet, but had more meat on his bones as if he was either gaining weight or gaining muscle. Id have to see him in better light to be sure whether he was hitting the gym or hitting the donuts. His hair was still short underneath his white cowboy hat, but the hat wasnt brand-new anymore. The brim had been worked with his hands so that it made an almost sharp point over his face. It fit him now. When Id first met him, the hat had struck me as a present from someone who hadnt really known him or wanted him to be more cowboy than hed seemed. He offered to take a bag so I could shake his hand, and I let him take it. Id have done the same for him.
-Fabricante :
Berkley
-Descripcion Original:
A brutal murder, a suspect in jail, and an execution planned-but what if the wrong person is about to be killed? When a fellow U.S. Marshal asks Anita Blake to fly to a tiny community in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on an emergency consult, she knows time is running short. When she arrives, there is plenty of proof that a young wereleopard killed his uncle in the most gruesome and bloody way possible. As the mounting evidence points to him, a warrant of execution is already under way.But something seems off about the murder, and Anita has been asked for her expert opinion on the crime scene. Despite escalating pressure from local cops and the family’s cries for justice for their dead patriarch, Anita quickly realizes that the evidence doesn’t quite add up.Time is against Anita, as the tight-knit community is up in arms and its fear of supernaturals is growing. She races to uncover the truth and determine whether the Marshals have caught the killer or are about to execute an innocent man-all in the name of justice. About the Author Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 The tiny plane landed in the dark on a runway that felt way too short. When the plane finally skidded to a stop, I couldnt make my right hand let go of the armrest. Literally Id held on so tight that my hand had locked up, as if holding on tight would have done a damn bit of good if the plane had wrecked. The pilot turned his head to look at me and give me a thumbs-up. I just stared at him, my heart in my throat. I was phobic of flying, and this bumpy trip in a four-seater Cessna hadnt done a damn thing to quiet my fears. He took off his headset and said, Oh, come on, it wasnt that bad, was it? He smiled when he said it. I glared at him until his smile faltered. I was projecting badass while the only mantra in my head was I will not throw up. I will not throw up. Only knowing that a mans life hung in the balance had gotten me to climb into the progressively smaller planes until this final one. Well, welcome to Hanuman, Michigan, Marshal Blake, the pilot said at last, and opened the door. As I pried my hand free of its death grip, I wondered again why I was doing this. Because its your job, I thought. I kept telling myself that as I gathered my bags and fitted the big one through the door ahead of me. The pilot said, That bags big enough to hold a body. Only if it was my size or smaller, though I guess I could cut it up and make almost anyone fit, I said as I got the rest of me and the smaller bag through the door and down onto the tarmac. Very funny, the pilot said. I gave him the flat look until he said, Whats really in the bag? Weapons, a man said as he walked toward us in the last light of the setting sun. Id had just a moment to see the forest, and then it was dark as if someone had turned the lights off. You know youre in the boondocks when its that dark even before you step into the trees; in their shade, it would be cave dark. I smiled at Marshal Winston Newman. He was as tall as the first time Id met him, as in over six feet, but had more meat on his bones as if he was either gaining weight or gaining muscle. Id have to see him in better light to be sure whether he was hitting the gym or hitting the donuts. His hair was still short underneath his white cowboy hat, but the hat wasnt brand-new anymore. The brim had been worked with his hands so that it made an almost sharp point over his face. It fit him now. When Id first met him, the hat had struck me as a present from someone who hadnt really known him or wanted him to be more cowboy than hed seemed. He offered to take a bag so I could shake his hand, and I let him take it. Id have done the same for him.
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