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KILLING TIME TILL I DIE IBD

IUNIVERSE
05 / 2015
9781491766415
Inglés

Sinopsis

Jake McCluskie is back&hellip,Last time, he was the Redeemer, and he redeemed three souls and found Hell&rsquo,s Codes for the Angel of Death. This time, McCluskie is Morning Star&rsquo,s Dog, let off his leash to stop the Horseman Pestilence from unleashing a plague that will exterminate Mankind.&ldquo,Something,&rdquo, I said, &ldquo,I don&rsquo,t know what the hell it was&mdash,blocked the hole.&rdquo,The Devil&rsquo,s eyebrows twitched as he regarded me. His fingers moved, and a chair pulled away from the table. He opened his coat and sat. &ldquo,What did this thing look like?&rdquo,&ldquo,Picture something covered in black hair about the size of a dump truck with arms and legs and a head. It picked me up, sniffed me, and then tossed me halfway across the warehouse. All I have to say is yes, &ldquo,ouch&rsquo,, it sure hurt when I hit the wall.&rdquo,The Devil sighed. &ldquo,Stop complaining. Do you have any more of that rot-gut Cognac? Because I need a drink.&rdquo,You knew this creature had to be bad when even the Devil needed a drink.&ldquo,I need a drink too.&rdquo, I climbed to my feet, my back and ribs aching. &ldquo,You drank all the Cognac last night. I&rsquo,ve got beers in the fridge.&rdquo,I hobbled to the kitchen, dug two cans of Bud from the fridge and plunked down his can in front of him. &ldquo,There you go, 24 ounces of Bud.&rdquo,He sipped on his can of beer, and grimaced. &ldquo,Why don&rsquo,t you have a stocked liquor cabinet? Even do-gooder Catholics drink. And the Mrs. has blown so you won&rsquo,t get nagged because you have a few bottles of hooch lying around.&rdquo,&ldquo,I wasn&rsquo,t expecting company, and may I ask&mdash,how bad is this creature?&rdquo,&ldquo,Let&rsquo,s just say this swill I&rsquo,m drinking isn&rsquo,t making it.&rdquo,&ldquo,May I have clarification on how &lsquo,bad&rsquo, it is?&ldquo,The word &lsquo,bad&rsquo, doesn&rsquo,t even come close to describing it. It&rsquo,s probably the worse case scenario you could think of.&rdquo,I took a hit of beer. &ldquo,Thanks for sugar coating it.&rdquo,&ldquo,A team of bakery chefs couldn&rsquo,t sugar coat this disaster.&rdquo,&ldquo,Do you know what crawled out of Oblivion? I mean, aside from Luther.&rdquo,&ldquo,It&rsquo,s Mohana,&rdquo, the Devil said flatly. &ldquo,Mohana of the Chaos Hold.&rdquo,

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