The Left-Hand Way: A Novel (American Craft Series)

The Left-Hand Way: A Novel (American Craft Series)

Tom Doyle

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 0765337525

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Poe's Red Death returns, more powerful than ever. Can anyone stop him before he summons an apocalyptic nightmare even worse than himself?

In The Left-Hand Way, the second book of Tom Doyle's contemporary fantasy series, the American craftsmen are scattered like bait overseas. What starts as an ordinary liaison mission to London for Major Michael Endicott becomes a desperate chase across Europe, where Endicott is both hunted and hunter. Reluctantly joining him is his minder from MI13, Commander Grace Marlow, one of Her Majesty's most lethal magician soldiers, whose family has centuries of justified hostility to the Endicotts.

Meanwhile, in Istanbul and Tokyo, Endicott's comrades, Scherie Rezvani and Dale Morton, are caught in their own battles for survival against hired assassins and a ghost-powered doomsday machine. And in Kiev, Roderick Morton, the spider at the center of a global web, plots their destruction and his ultimate apotheosis. After centuries of imprisonment, nothing less than godlike power will satisfy Roderick, whatever the dreadful cost.

Between (Alternate Places, Book 2)

Black Magic Sanction (The Hollows, Book 8)

Noah's Boy (Shifters, Book 3)

Peeps (Peeps, Book 1)

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squad. Car Man, with naked cold eyes and exposed ears, seemed not to care about my commands. But two others were still vulnerable, and I’d remove them from the equation. “God loves you,” I told the club women. “Sleep.” In an instant, the women were inert weight in their captors’ hands. Car Man grimaced again with something like embarrassment, then made a little shooing gesture with his hand. Ratchet woman ordered, “Just drop the feckin’ girls and get the bloody major.” The men did as they were

grimaced and shook my head. I usually didn’t get the opportunity. “We’re on the run,” she said, again with teasing emphasis. “We’ll be lucky if we survive long enough to worry about national issues.” I nodded, trying to keep my stupidities to a minimum. “Look,” she said, “I have you at an advantage.” All too true. “I’ve studied your file thoroughly. I watched our surveillance footage of you, again and again.” She had that embarrassed look again. “You’re a good man, good in ways that I would

break discipline. We entered and progressively cleared the floor: living room, kitchen, and, through the open way between the bookcases, the bedroom. Scherie took point on the last. “Some clothes here, some knives, some nasty-looking goop. A laptop computer near the bed—seems to be fried. Some weird décor to check out on a second pass. But I don’t see a woman.” That was fine with me. After seeing Roman, I hadn’t been looking forward to witnessing what had happened to the woman he had asked us to

retrieve. With the floor cleared, Grace shut the front door, then crossed the room to check the view out back. “We’ve got spiritual company.” I went back to look while Dale and Scherie continued to cover the floor. A ragtag line of smiling and waving ghosts stood outside in the woods. Some of them might have followed us, or followed me, from the Baba Yagas’ building. Maybe they’d be helpful, so I would wait to dismiss them. Only a handful of these spirits resembled the dead of the Second World

object; he just held his hands open in the pose of a man too deeply in debt to ever call things even again. This was how they slowly went mad over there in the Peepshow. I called over to the pilot, who had finally ventured outside. “Keep the plane here, refueled and ready for takeoff.” Eddy nodded his confirmation at the man, and the pilot replied, “Yes, sir.” The van was blasting heat inside, which felt fine after the tarmac. Scherie drove with Eddy in shotgun, who continued to brief us about

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