Книги, похожие на «Amy Blankenship, Lucruri Periculoase»

Als der Blutszauber gebrochen war, grub Kane sich aus dem Boden hervor und suchte nach der Seelenfreundin, die ihn befreit hatte, aber erkannte, dass sie verschwunden war. Mit nichts mehr zu verlieren und voller Rachegelüste begann er einen Krieg. Das Letzte, was er erwartete, war, die Seelenfreundin, die ihm immer wieder aus den Fingern entwischte, mitten im Weg der Zerstörung, die er verursacht hatte. Er wird schnell von ihr besessen, beobachtet sie, wenn sie nicht aufpasst, hört zu, wenn er nicht eingeladen ist und verfolgt jede ihrer Bewegungen… und die Dämonin, die ihn heimsucht, weiß, dass sie seine Schwäche ist. Um sie zu beschützen schwört Kane, dass er sie ihn hassen lassen würde, selbst wenn er sich auf die Seite der Dämonen schlagen muss, um das zu erreichen. Aber wie kann er sie vor dem größten aller Feinde beschützen, wenn er selbst dieser Feind ist?

It is about an English-style detective novel.On 29 of October 2003, Ms. Carol Tompkins, an antique dealer, finds herself involved, for a strange twist of fate, in the murder of Sally Barnes, who was killed by a slit to her throat. Superintendent Baxter investigates the case, collecting countless clues about the victim and the people that were part of her life. Many are the leads to follow, and it is plausible that behind the murder there are financial interests connected to the sale of the Barnes’s villa, and especially to the disappearance of extremely valuable daggers, among which one that had belonged to Cleopatra. Carol finds herself being investigated, and is unaware of the killer’s motive, but she will strive to defend her innocence. Eventually, she will discover the truth that will render justice not only to the victim Sally, but also to her own life, wiping out the blanket of shadows and hypocrisy that wrapped it.

Fish talk is a story about a little fish who is born in a lawyer's office, behaves like a marionette and finds his way out of the fish tank…A ray of sunlight tricked and slipped its way through the grey multi-storeys and rushed into Mr Pensatore’s fifth floor window and lit up the lawyer’s office. After a few moments the ray, after it had warmed the office and the water in the fish tank on the little table in front of the window, left in search of other windows. Before another ray of sunlight could reach the office a set of keys could be heard unlocking the door of the empty office and the lawyer came into the room, shutting the door behind him. He went to switch on the light but before he pressed the button he looked at the window and realized he didn’t need any more light than what was coming through the window. He went to his desk, put down his briefcase and knelt in front of the fish tank to look for his little fish. They were nowhere to be seen. He looked behind the shipwreck where they kept their eggs and they weren’t there either, so he tapped his finger on the tank, a sign of worry beginning to creep onto his face. Where could they be? He asked himself. He lifted the other hand and tapped with two fingers. Thankfully, his beloved fish appeared at the door of the tower and the lawyer smiled at them. They went straight to his finger to say hello and then rushed to their eggs.