Hidden Things: A Novel
Doyce Testerman
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0062108115
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A phone call from a soon-to-be-deceased ex-boyfriend launches a young woman on a bizarre road trip to a dark supernatural world hidden beneath America’s heartland in this remarkably imaginative debut novel from an electrifying new voice in contemporary fantasy. With Hidden Things, author Doyce Testerman immediately takes his place alongside Neil Gaiman, Kim Harrison, and Melissa Marr by viewing modern-day America through a glass darkly and transforming our mundane world into a place where unseen monsters and paranormal beings have long inhabited the shadows. Among the Hidden Things in Testerman’s exceptional first novel are goblins, dragons, a road-weary clown, and creatures that have never been categorized, joining a smart, tough, courageous female protagonist on a wild cross-country thrill ride that readers will never forget.
Shiv Crew (Rune Alexander, Book 1)
Ghost Story (Dresden Files, Book 13)
Angel Fire (The Fallen Angels, Book 1)
Dark Moon (Changeling, Book 2)
Gabriel's Horn (Rogue Angel, Book 13)
Hidden Things Doyce Testerman Dedication For Russel Testerman, who showed us the joy to be found in telling a good story Epigraph But when, Calliope, thy loud harp rang— In Epic grandeur rose the lofty strain; The clash of arms, the trumpet’s awful clang Mixed with the roar of conflict on the plain; The ardent warrior bade his coursers wheel, Trampling in dust the feeble and the brave, Destruction flashed upon his glittering steel, While round his brow encrimsoned laurels
she did punch it to get it to slide underneath—once, then again to finish the job. The frame left a gouge in the top of the lid. She sat back on her heels, kneeling in the slice of light from the hallway, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming much harder than the effort had warranted. “I think we ought to take a trip.” “Nnn . . .” The sound was half groan, half growl. Her fist lashed out, thumping into the side of the mattress, then again. Again. The strikes sped up, both fists flailing at
“That’s . . .” Calliope began, but shook her head. “That doesn’t really tell me anything about what happened to Josh or why we’re driving into the middle of nowhere or why you’re involved in this.” Vikous tilted his head back, resting it on the seatback. “I’m involved in this because I said I would be, and for now you’re just going to have to take that for whatever you want because I don’t have anything else.” He looked at her for a reaction, but she gave him none, and he turned back to face the
hadn’t done anything stupid like parking their vehicles in a perfect half circle around the door. The closest uniform was down at the corner of the building. He had a rifle trained on her and was peering down the barrel from within a very solid-looking riot helmet. As far as she could see, no one else was within thirty yards. The other cops were using cover to their best advantage, blocking exits from the area but in no way putting themselves in danger. The guy calling out orders was all the way
badges into people’s faces. Not very likable.” Jim Fletcher met her eyes. “You’re not wrong about that, but that doesn’t mean he’s not someone a county sheriff has to at least listen to.” Before Calliope could answer, he picked up the handset of his phone. “I’m going to call your detective friend and run the county phone bill up a bit,” he murmured, his eyes on the number scrawled on the blotter. “Go give your dad a hug and tell Dwight we all want some coffee.” Calliope considered any number of
