88, WG72, F46, E87, / NG16, M42, MF0, B9, D1, Frz0, B7, NA2, C1

Tanya Huff, Summon the Keeper, The Keeper Chronicles, Book 1

Nach 'Into the Broken Lands' wollte ich noch mehr von Huff lesen und weil es schon wieder vier Jahre her ist, seit ich den ersten Keeper-Band las, musste das Buch - wenn nicht Lieblingsbuch so doch definitiv unter den Top 5 ihrer Werke bei mir - zum xten Mal nochmal ran. Nach vier Jahren machte der Eröffnungsband mit dem seltsamen Gästehaus mit dem Geist im Speicher, dem Fahrstuhl in andere Dimensionen und dem Zugang zur Hölle im Heizungskeller auch wieder großen Spaß, vor allem Hells ständige Kommentare und Diskussionen mit sich selbst.
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"This morning, my reflection offered me eternal youth and beauty."
Martha sighed and shrugged out of her jacket. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, evil has no imagination. Probably why so much of it ends up in municipal politics."
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If the flames reflected on the copper hood were sullen before, they were downright sulky now.
IT ISN'T FAIR.
WHAT ISN'T?
THAT THE KEEPER SHOULD ALWAYS WIN. IF WE HAD ONLY PULLED HARDER. WE WERE SO CLOSE.
CLOSE! The repetition resounded in the heated air like a small explosion. CLOSE ONLY COUNTS IN HORSESHOES AND HAND GRENADES.
AND DANCING.
WHAT?
CLOSE DANCING.
SHUT UP.
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PATIENCE.
PATIENCE...The word sounded as though it had been ground out through shards of broken glass...IS A VIRTUE!
The ruddy light reflected in the copper hood grew brighter, as though Hell itself blushed. SORRY.
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THAT BOY IS SO NICE HE'S NAUSEATING. THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WE CAN TEMPT HIM WITH.
WE'VE TRIED. HE DOESN'T LISTEN.
ISN'T THAT JUST LIKE A MAN.
NOT WHERE WE'RE CONCERNED, Hell told itself tartly.
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(Tanya Huff, Summon the Keeper, 1998)