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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... tree , worked in silver : trunk , branches , and deep roots . He held his glass of Jack Daniel's as they took off , and did not spill a drop . " Aren't you going to ask me what kind of job ? " he asked . " How do you know who I am ...
... tree - hanger . " His face was turning a deep , angry red . Wednesday put out his hands , palms up , pacific . " Foolishness , Sweeney . Watch where you put your words . " Sweeney glared at him . Then he said , with the gravity of the ...
... trees were leafless and dead . Two black birds stared at them from a telegraph wire . " Hey , Wednesday . " " What ? " " The way I saw it in there , you never paid for the gas . " " Oh ? " " The way I saw it , she wound up paying you ...
... trees , their branches ending in bony hands , their roots going deep down into the graves . There was fruit that grew upon the trees in the bone orchard , in his dream , and there was something 40 NEIL GAIMAN.
... trees , nor why he found it so repellent . Cars passed him . Shadow wished that there was a sidewalk . He tripped on something that he could not see in the dark and sprawled into the ditch on the side of the road , his right hand ...
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