Angel City (The Angelus Trilogy)
It’s been virtually 3 years on account that we left Detective Jay Harper and steeply-priced escort Katherine Taylor at the esplanade of Lausanne Cathedral, bruised and battered from a biblical showdown with the Nephilim. Katherine has retreated to small-town existence within the woods of Washington nation together with her son, Max—and an in depth defense aspect of heavily-armed, elite participants of the Swiss defend. Harper resides in Paris, haunted by way of voices in his head and bone-tired after what seems to be and a part million years on Earth.
even though Katherine and Harper were avoided from remembering one another , child Max has unwittingly stirred the curiosity of vengeful spirits—and just a all over the world (and cosmic) attempt to avoid wasting his lifestyles will deliver Harper and Katherine jointly again.
Meanwhile, from the shadows steps a defrocked priest named Astruc, whose face looks like it's been clawed by way of a few poor beast and who hides his eyes in the back of blue lenses. He and his fantastic younger ward, Goose, have came upon anything unfathomable within the Catacombs less than Paris, anything that might be sure that “the time of the prophecy” is at hand. . . .
Electrifying from its explosive first scene to its unforeseen and stunning end, Angel City reunites the unforgettable characters from The Watchers to exhibit extra of the earthly—and otherworldly—mysteries of the Angelus trilogy.
From the Hardcover edition.
Issuing the orders himself?” “Because, formally, he has no inspiration the place you are.” Harper flashed again back. within the vineyards with the cop within the cashmere coat. ingesting tea, smoking radiance, gazing the celebs. Inspector tells Harper he’s being despatched again to Paris . . . HQ doesn’t comprehend you’re juicing me for a project, do they? solution: no. Harper blinked, checked out Krinkle. “So unofficially, Inspector Gobet advised HQ fuck all approximately Astruc.” Krinkle made with the make-believe gun: bang. “Got.
Pointing the SIG at Astruc’s head. “Because you’re as fucked up as i'm. Get up.” Astruc wiped his face with the again of his hand. “Goose?” “Your son, you mean.” An expression of horror crossed Astruc’s face. “Relax, all of us have our failings, Padre. simply now, all you must recognize is he’s nonetheless alive. you need to see him, you come back with me.” “You are one of many darkish Ones. you reside by way of deceit and betrayal.” “Maybe i'm, probably I’m now not. Who cares? you need to see Goose, you return with me. otherwise you.
Over his again. Max flew into Katherine’s fingers. “Maman!” She placed her quit his mouth. “Shhhh, it’s ok, honey. It’s okay.” The woodland fell quiet back. She heard Officer Jannsen and Luc whispering to one another in German. He nodded, reached again into the truck, pulled out baggage. One used to be a clinical equipment, the opposite a backpack. Officer Jannsen came upon a strain bandage within the med equipment, tore it open, and wrapped it round her thigh and the jutting glass. “Aren’t you going to drag it out?”.
Harper proposal. One barroom brawler in blue colors, one child stoned to the bloody moon. Can’t get a learn on both of them. may be a swell night. “Greetings, kid,” Harper acknowledged. the child shifted his eyebrows downward and his arms made quickly, fluid strikes. center palms pointing to his chest and flipping up, then the 3 center palms of his correct hand tapped the palm of his left. Took Harper seconds to see that the child wasn’t telling him to fuck off. the child was once deaf and.
Their means around the south of France towards Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. There, they’d go into Spain and sign up for Le Chemin de Saint-Jacques de Compostelle—the approach of Saint James. They regarded a bit unusual, possibly. the large guy within the lengthy brown overcoat and blue-lensed glasses, by means of a smaller guy who concealed his face below the cover of a hooded sweatshirt. however it was once this strangeness that gave them a cloak of invisibility. That and the thousand-year-old Christian culture of believing pilgrims.