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En un mundo delirante que parece haber salido de la imaginación de los Monty Python, un asesino ruso harto de su trabajo planea un golpe contra su jefe. Sin embargo, tendrá que enfrentarse a un justiciero empeñado en frustrar los planes de todos los criminales sobre la faz de la tierra, que no son pocos. Una novela a velocidad de vértigo sobre el amor, el desamor, la venganza y los patitos de goma.

I've said it before, but sometimes I'm a bad person. I cheated on my 12th-grade math final, I've run countless yellow lights, and I gossip about how hot my kickass best friends are. (Good thing my job as a guild bartender doesn't require moral perfection.) But there's bad, and then there's bad. And I'm not sure which applies to a certain dark druid/wanted criminal/reluctant friend of mine. His transgressions include black-magic dealings, kidnapping, and murder, and he's about to add "revenge-fueled killing spree" to his resume - if I don't stop him. Should I stop him?

My life is one long fevered dream, balancing between being killed or killing. The name Harley Crow is one to be feared. I am an assassin. A killer. The villain. I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins. Until I meet her… Marlowe Masters. Her darkness matches my own. In my twisted world of dancing along the jagged edge of the blade… She changes everything. No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

Olja ha diciassette anni e vive con i genitori in una stanza. Si sente brutta e responsabile della povertà della sua famiglia. Un giorno conosce il finlandese Pekka al fast food, il primo aperto a San Pietroburgo. Olja crede di aver finalmente incontrato il principe azzurro, che insieme all’amore porta con sé anche il benessere dell’Occidente, e quando lui la chiede in moglie, lei accetta e si trasferisce in Finlandia.

"Je m'appelle Marion. Je ne suis pas très grande, contrairement à ce qu'essaie de me faire croire Christian Louboutin. J'ai les cheveux bouclés et les yeux verts (marron-verts) (surtout marron). Avant de trouver l'homme de ma vie, j'ai eu pas mal d'histoires - je dis ça sans me vanter, elles ont toutes mal fini - le célibat, je connais donc. Je suis passée par là, et repassée et re-repassée en cherchant mon chemin. Je pensais que le grand amour m'apporterait toutes les réponses. Devinez quoi ? Il pose de nouvelles questions."