By Alexander Wohnhaas
Edgar Rabe ist Söldner. Jahrelang hat er die Schlachten anderer geschlagen, bis ihn seine eigenen Dämonen einholen.
Merkwürdige Erscheinungen verfolgen ihn. Menschen, deren Augen plötzlich zu bluten beginnen. Blut und Feuer zeichnen seinen Weg. Mittellos, unfähig eine Waffe zu gebrauchen, gerät er zwischen alle Fronten, als Gangster, denen er Geld schuldet, ihn dazu zwingen, einen letzten Auftrag zu übernehmen.
Doch er beginnt seinen ganz eigenen Feldzug. Gegen die Monster, die er überall zu sehen beginnt. Bald jagen ihn Polizei, seine ehemaligen Auftraggeber und eine ganze, hysterisch gewordene Stadt. Ein unaufhaltsamer, tödlicher Kreislauf wird in Gang gesetzt, der Edgar tief in den Abgrund blicken lässt.
Einzig ein junges Mädchen aus seiner Nachbarschaft, die von einer Fußballerkarriere träumt, scheint sein wildes Herz zu beruhigen. Ist sie der Schlüssel, um sich endlich von den Schatten seiner Vergangenheit zu lösen?
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Dickens could clearly see the grey-and-pink pulp glistening within the concave bowl of splintered skull. The fellow’s face was covered with blood, his eyes white orbs staring out through crimson rivulets. Dickens could think of nothing to do but offer the man some brandy from his flask. The mouth of the flask came away red from the man’s lips. Dickens helped him lie on the grass and then used the water in his top hat to clean the man’s face. ” asked Dickens. The man said only, “I am gone,” and died, the white eyes continuing to stare up at the sky from their bloody pools.
She was almost naked, her clothes reduced to a few token strips of bloody cloth dangling like old bandages from her torn flesh. Her left breast was missing. She refused to pause for the writer’s ministrations and did not seem to hear his urgings that she sit down and wait for help. She walked past Dickens in a brisk manner and disappeared into the few trees that grew along the bank. He helped two stunned guards extricate the crushed body of another woman from a flattened carriage and lay the body gently on the bank.
It seemed almost as though I were reading a book that I had written in the future,” he said softly, still turning the watch over and over in his hands. The gold caught the light from the single lamp. “It was a terrible thing… all about a man who mesmerised himself so that he, or his other self created by these mesmeric suggestions, could carry out terrible deeds, unspeakable actions. Selfish, lustful, destructive things that the man—for some reason in the dream I wanted to call him Jasper—would never consciously do.