American Gods: A NovelHarper Collins, 19.06.2001 - 480 Seiten The storm was coming.... Shadow spent three years in prison, keeping his head down, doing his time. All he wanted was to get back to the loving arms of his wife and to stay out of trouble for the rest of his life. But days before his scheduled release, he learns that his wife has been killed in an accident, and his world becomes a colder place. On the plane ride home to the funeral, Shadow meets a grizzled man who calls himself Mr. Wednesday. A self-styled grifter and rogue, Wednesday offers Shadow a job. And Shadow, a man with nothing to lose, accepts. But working for the enigmatic Wednesday is not without its price, and Shadow soon learns that his role in Wednesday's schemes will be far more dangerous than he ever could have imagined. Entangled in a world of secrets, he embarks on a wild road trip and encounters, among others, the murderous Czernobog, the impish Mr. Nancy, and the beautiful Easter -- all of whom seem to know more about Shadow than he himself does. Shadow will learn that the past does not die, that everyone, including his late wife, had secrets, and that the stakes are higher than anyone could have imagined. All around them a storm of epic proportions threatens to break. Soon Shadow and Wednesday will be swept up into a conflict as old as humanity itself. For beneath the placid surface of everyday life a war is being fought -- and the prize is the very soul of America. As unsettling as it is exhilarating, American Gods is a dark and kaleidoscopic journey deep into myth and across an America at once eerily familiar and utterly alien. Magnificently told, this work of literary magic will haunt the reader far beyond the final page. |
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... fuck - with - me enough that his biggest problem was killing time . So he kept himself in shape , and taught himself coin tricks , and thought a lot about how much he loved his wife . The best thing - in Shadow's opinion , perhaps the ...
... fuck's Herodotus ? " asked the Iceman , slotting together the sides of a bird feeder and passing it to Shadow , who bolted and screwed it tight . " Dead Greek , " said Shadow . " My last girlfriend was Greek , " said the Iceman . " The ...
... fuck , " said Sam Fetisher . " I mean originally . Where are your folks from ? " " Chicago , " said Shadow . His mother had lived in Chicago as a girl , and she had died there , half a lifetime ago . " Like I said . Big storm coming ...
... fucking quiet . Too polite . You wait like the old guys , but you're what ? Twenty - five ? Twenty - eight ? " " Thirty - two , sir . " " And what are you ? A spic ? A gypsy ? " " Not that I know of , sir . Maybe . ' " " " Maybe you got ...
... fucking boarding pass , or she was going to regret it , and that he wasn't going to be disrespected . You don't let peo- ple disrespect you in prison . Then she pressed a button , and few moments later the airport secu- rity showed up ...
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