Zusatztext Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy.#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris Carey's first urban fantasy turn is as fun and fantastic as her previous efforts; fans will definitely want this, and pronto. Library Journal (Starred Review) Beautifully articulated and intriguingly populated: altogether, an arresting kickoff. Kirkus Reviews Informationen zum Autor Jacqueline Carey Klappentext THE FIRST AGENT OF HEL NOVEL! "Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy."-#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris The Midwestern resort town of Pemkowet boasts a diverse population: eccentric locals, wealthy summer people, and tourists by the busload-not to mention fairies, sprites, vampires, naiads, ogres, and a whole host of eldritch folk, presided over by Hel, a reclusive Norse goddess. To Daisy Johanssen, fathered by an incubus and raised by a single mother, it's home. And as Hel's enforcer and the designated liaison to the Pemkowet Police Department, it's up to her to ensure relations between the mundane and eldritch communities run smoothly. But when a young man from a nearby college drowns-and signs point to eldritch involvement-the town's booming paranormal tourism trade is at stake. Teamed up with her childhood crush, Officer Cody Fairfax, a sexy werewolf on the down-low, Daisy must solve the crime-and keep a tight rein on the darker side of her nature. For if she's ever tempted to invoke her demonic birthright, it could accidentally unleash nothing less than Armageddon. One It was an idyllic summer evening in Pemkowet the night the Vanderhei kid died. No one could have guessed that the town was hovering on the brink of tragedy. Well, I suppose thats not technically true. The Sphinx might have known, and the Norns, too, come to think of it. But if they did, they kept it to themselves. Theres some sort of Soothsayers Code that prevents soothsayers from soothsaying on a day-to-day basis, when it might, you know, avert this kind of ordinary, everyday tragedy. Something about the laws of causality being broken and the order of creation overturned, resulting in a world run amok, rivers running backward, the sun rising in the west, cats and dogs getting married. . . . I dont know; dont ask me. I dont pretend to understand, especially since it wasnt an ordinary, everyday tragedy after all. But I guess it didnt rise to the standard required to break the Soothsayers Code, since no sooth was said. Anyway, Im getting ahead of myself. So, it was an idyllic evening in Pemkowet, the little resort town I call home. A mid-July Michigan evening, soft and warm, not too muggy, one of those evenings when the sunlight promises to linger forever. It was a Sunday, and I had plans to meet my best friend, Jen Cassopolis, for Music in the Gazebo. Los Gatos del Sol, a Tex-Mex band, were playing. They say music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, and in my experience, its true. Also, Id seen the promo poster, and the guys in the band were pretty cute. Hey, it doesnt hurt. Mogwai didnt come when I called him, but he was a cat of independent means and hed been pissed at me since Id given in to pleas from my friends in animal rescue and had him neutered. Id hated to do it, since he wasnt really my cat so much as a streetwise buddy who dropped by on a regular basis, but there were an awful lot of feral Moglets running around town. I filled his bowl on the back porch and made sure the torn screen that served as a cat door was ajar. It wasnt the most secure arrangement, but I didnt worry too much. For one thing, my apartment was on the second story above Mrs. Brownes Olde World Bakery. Mogwais route to the ...

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Jacqueline Carey

Klappentext

THE FIRST AGENT OF HEL NOVEL!

"Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy."-#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris

The Midwestern resort town of Pemkowet boasts a diverse population: eccentric locals, wealthy summer people, and tourists by the busload-not to mention fairies, sprites, vampires, naiads, ogres, and a whole host of eldritch folk, presided over by Hel, a reclusive Norse goddess.

To Daisy Johanssen, fathered by an incubus and raised by a single mother, it's home. And as Hel's enforcer and the designated liaison to the Pemkowet Police Department, it's up to her to ensure relations between the mundane and eldritch communities run smoothly.

But when a young man from a nearby college drowns-and signs point to eldritch involvement-the town's booming paranormal tourism trade is at stake. Teamed up with her childhood crush, Officer Cody Fairfax, a sexy werewolf on the down-low, Daisy must solve the crime-and keep a tight rein on the darker side of her nature. For if she's ever tempted to invoke her demonic birthright, it could accidentally unleash nothing less than Armageddon.

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**THE FIRST AGENT OF HEL NOVEL!

“Jacqueline Carey proves her versatility with this compelling and delightful piece of urban fantasy.”—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Charlaine Harris

The Midwestern resort town of Pemkowet boasts a diverse population: eccentric locals, wealthy summer people, and tourists by the busload—not to mention fairies, sprites, vampires, naiads, ogres, and a whole host of eldritch folk, presided over by Hel, a reclusive Norse goddess.  
 
To Daisy Johanssen, fathered by an incubus and raised by a single mother, it’s home. And as Hel’s enforcer and the designated liaison to the Pemkowet Police Department, it’s up to her to ensure relations between the mundane and eldritch communities run smoothly.
 
But when a young man from a nearby college drowns—and signs point to eldritch involvement—the town’s booming paranormal tourism trade is at stake. Teamed up with her childhood crush, Officer Cody Fairfax, a sexy werewolf on the down-low, Daisy must solve the crime—and keep a tight rein on the darker side of her nature. For if she’s ever tempted to invoke her demonic birthright, it could accidentally unleash nothing less than Armageddon.

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One

It was an idyllic summer evening in Pemkowet the night the Vanderhei kid died. No one could have guessed that the town was hovering on the brink of tragedy. Well, I suppose that”s not technically true. The Sphinx might have known, and the Norns, too, come to think of it. But if they did, they kept it to themselves.

There”s some sort of Soothsayers” Code that prevents soothsayers from soothsaying on a day-to-day basis, when it might, you know, avert this kind of ordinary, everyday tragedy. Something about the laws of causality being broken and the order of creation overturned, resulting in a world run amok, rivers running backward, the sun rising in the west, cats and dogs getting married. . . .

I don”t know; don”t ask me.

I don”t pretend to understand, especially since it wasn”t an ordinary, everyday tragedy after all. But I guess it didn”t rise to the standard required to break the Soothsayers” Code, since no sooth was said.

Anyway, I”m getting ahead of myself.

So, it was an idyllic evening in Pemkowet, the little resort town I call home. A mid-July Michigan evening, soft and warm, not too muggy, one of those evenings when the sunlight promises to linger forever.

It was a Sunday, and I had plans to meet my best friend, Jen Cassopolis, for Music in the Gazebo. Los Gatos del Sol, a Tex-Mex band, were playing. They say music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, and in my experience, it”s true. Also, I”d seen the promo poster, and the guys in the band were pretty …