Ergebnis für "Quicksilver" in Thriller

Quinn Quicksilver was born a mystery—abandoned at three days old on a desert highway in Arizona. Raised in an orphanage, never knowing his parents, Quinn had a happy if unexceptional life. Until the day of “strange magnetism.” It compelled him to drive out to the middle of nowhere. It helped him find a coin worth a lot of money. And it practically saved his life when two government agents showed up in the diner in pursuit of him. Now Quinn is on the run from those agents and who knows what else, fleeing for his life.

Nach dem Mord an ihrem Vater übernimmt Alecta Di Salvo, genannt "Die Viper" dessen Geschäfte und begibt sich damit in ein Netz aus Gewalt, Verrat und Manipulation. Waffen und Geld vergrößern ihr Imperium, Blut hält es aufrecht. Die Konkurrenz schläft nicht, aber Alecta lernt schnell, und es scheint nur eine Chance zu geben, sie aufzuhalten: Liam Hunter - ehemaliger Navy Seal, skrupellos und eiskalt. Aber nicht nur er ist hinter der Waffenhändlerin her, deren Rachefeldzug erst begonnen hat.

A hotshot venture capitalist—whose gold country is Silicon Valley—hires forensic geologists Cassie Oldfield and Walter Shaws to track his missing brother. The geologists are hooked by the story of this lost man, this wounded soul. And they have the skills to find him. It's what they do: view a rock under the microscope and unravel a mystery. Solve a crime. Prevent a crisis. Find a missing person.

A girls' night out means three things to me: drinking whiskey with my best friend, trying not to kill anyone, and keeping my magic hidden. A fae gladiator like me isn’t supposed to exist anymore. But my Friday night takes a bad turn when a lethally gorgeous fae - Ruadan - tries to assassinate me. He's known as the Wraith, and he's taken a vow of silence until he’s slaughtered the outlaws on his kill list. Outlaws like me. Ruadan lets me live on one condition: I have to earn my place at the Institute of the Shadow Fae.

Every night when the sun goes down, the song starts up again. At first, it was faint and localized, with only a few people going missing. Before long, entire neighborhoods were walking out into the night, lured by the song of the Night Choir, never to be seen again. As they joined their voices to the choir, the volume of the song grew louder each night.

Evil rules the mean streets in many guises, waiting in the shadows along the crumbled edges of the mega-cities, where murder is the only crime that leaves a trace for lesser violent acts are simply not reported. Children, the elderly, the slightly and severely damaged make up the homeless. The weak and the helpless are deemed beyond salvation and beneath contempt by all but the strongest and the cruelest who see them as a source of sustenance.