Another One Bites the Dust
Autor Jennifer Rardinen Limba Engleză Paperback – 12 dec 2007
The crew's all here: a psychic, a techno-wizard, a singing vampire, a juggling PI, and Jaz. Holy crap in a bottomless well, Jaz is going to bellydance. It's definitely, probably, quite possibly going to be the end of the world as we know it.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780316020572
ISBN-10: 0316020575
Pagini: 336
Dimensiuni: 138 x 210 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.34 kg
Editura: Orbit
ISBN-10: 0316020575
Pagini: 336
Dimensiuni: 138 x 210 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.34 kg
Editura: Orbit
Notă biografică
Jennifer Rardin began writing at the age of 12. She penned eight Jaz Parks novels in her life. She passed away in September 2010.
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I'm Jaz Parks. CIA assassin. Black Belt. Belly dancer at the Corpus Christi Winter Festival. The last is cover for my latest mission: retrieve a vital piece of biotechnology by killing the maniac who stole it. The thief is not your run-of-the-mill nut job, either. He's Chien-Lung, an obsessive vamp who's invulnerable while wearing his armour - which is constantly.
Then there are the reavers, ancient fiends who murder innocents and eat their souls. Only I can sense them. So it's not long before they want me dead, dead, dead.
And did I mention the nightmares? They're not your garden variety sit-up-and-screamers. These suckers may actually kill me before the reavers do.
I'm Jaz Parks. CIA assassin. Black Belt. Belly dancer at the Corpus Christi Winter Festival. The last is cover for my latest mission: retrieve a vital piece of biotechnology by killing the maniac who stole it. The thief is not your run-of-the-mill nut job, either. He's Chien-Lung, an obsessive vamp who's invulnerable while wearing his armour - which is constantly.
Then there are the reavers, ancient fiends who murder innocents and eat their souls. Only I can sense them. So it's not long before they want me dead, dead, dead.
And did I mention the nightmares? They're not your garden variety sit-up-and-screamers. These suckers may actually kill me before the reavers do.