Und dann auf "Zum Home-Bildschirm [+]".
Stöbern
genialokal zum Startbildschirm hinzufügen
Installieren Sie die genialokal App auf Ihrem Startbildschirm für einen schnellen Zugriff und eine komfortable Nutzung.
Installieren Sie die genialokal App auf Ihrem Startbildschirm für einen schnellen Zugriff und eine komfortable Nutzung.
Ihr gewünschter Artikel ist in 0 Buchhandlungen vorrätig - wählen Sie hier eine Buchhandlung in Ihrer Nähe aus:
“This is mind-blowingly good. A horror novel that will keep you awake long after you turn the last page.”—Stephen King From the author of Fever House and The Devil by Name: a Vietnam veteran and his adopted niece hunt—and are hunted by—the vampire that slaughtered their family. “Grabs you by the throat and doesn’t relent.”—Cassandra Khaw, author of Nothing But Blackened Teeth A VULTURE BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR It’s the winter of 1975, and Portland, Oregon, is all sleet and neon. Duane Minor is back home after a tour in Vietnam, a bartender just trying to stay sober; save his marriage with his wife, Heidi; and connect with his thirteen-year-old niece, Julia, now that he’s responsible for raising her. Things aren’t easy, but Minor is scraping by. Then a vampire walks into his bar and ruins his life. When Minor crosses John Varley, a killer who sleeps during the day beneath loose drifts of earth and grows teeth in the light of the moon, Varley brutally retaliates by murdering Heidi, leaving Minor broken with guilt and Julia filled with rage. What’s left of their splintered family is united by only one desire: vengeance. So begins a furious, frenzied pursuit across the Pacific Northwest and beyond. From grimy alleyways to desolate highways to snow-lashed plains, Minor and Julia are cast into the dark orbit of undead children, silver bullet casters, and the bevy of broken men transfixed by Varley’s ferocity. Everyone’s out for blood. Gritty, unforgettable, and emotionally devastating, Coffin Moon asks what will be left of our humanity when grief transmutes into violence, when monsters wear human faces, and when our thirst for revenge eclipses everything else.
Keith Rosson
