The Shadow of the Soul: The Forgotten Gods: Book TwoPenguin, 2013 M08 6 - 352 páginas The author of the “diabolically clever”* A Matter of Blood returns with another gritty supernatural thriller featuring hard-boiled homicide detective Cass Jones… A devastating terrorist attack has crippled London. To find a perpetrator who is more than human, Special Branch turns to Detective Inspector Cass Jones. Cass is already investigating a series of student suicides, but saying no to Special Branch isn’t an option—even when he’s hit with a much more personal and deeply disturbing mystery: a message left for him by his murdered brother revealing that Cass’s nephew was stolen at birth. Cass’s investigations and his search for the boy lead him down a dark labyrinth to the shadowy Mr. Bright and his otherworldly allies—and into the middle of an ancient and deadly feud, with no less than the fate of humanity hanging in the balance… *F. Paul Wilson |
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CHAPTER FOUR | |
CHAPTER | |
CHAPTER NINE | |
CHAPTER TWELVE | |
CHAPTER FOURTEEN | |
CHAPTER SIXTEEN | |
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | |
CHAPTER TWENTY | |
CHAPTER TWENTYONE | |
CHAPTER TWENTYTWO | |
CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR | |
EPILOGUE | |
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The Shadow of the Soul: The Forgotten Gods: Book Two Sarah Pinborough Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
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