Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Jeff Lindsay
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MOON. GLORIOUS MOON. FULL, FAT, REDDISH moon, the night as light as day,
the moonlight flooding down across the land and bringing joy, joy, joy.
Bringing too the full-throated call of the tropical night, the soft and wild
voice of the wind roaring through the hairs on your arm, the hollow wail of
starlight, the teeth-grinding bellow of the moonlight off the water.
All calling to the Need. Oh, the symphonic shriek of the thousand hiding
voices, the cry of the Need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold
quiet thing, the one that laughs, the Moondancer. The me that was not-me,
the thing that mocked and laughed and came calling with its hunger. With
the Need. And the Need was very strong now, very careful cold coiled
creeping crackly cocked and ready, very strong, very much ready now—and
still it waited and watched, and it made me wait and watch.
I had been waiting and watching the priest for five weeks now. The Need
had been prickling and teasing and prodding at me to find one, find the
next, find this priest. For three weeks I had known he was it, he was next,
we belonged to the Dark Passenger, he and I together. And that three weeks
I had spent fighting the pressure, the growing Need, rising in me like a great
wave that roars up and over the beach and does not recede, only swells
more with every tick of the bright night’s clock.
But it was careful time, too, time spent making sure. Not making sure of
the priest, no, I was long sure of him. Time spent to be certain that it could
be done right, made neat, all the corners folded, all squared away. I could
not be caught, not now. I had worked too hard, too long, to make this work
for me, to protect my happy little life.
And I was having too much fun to stop now.
And so I was always careful. Always tidy. Always prepared ahead of
time so it would be right. And when it was right, take extra time to be sure.
It was the Harry way, God bless him, that farsighted perfect policeman, my
foster father. Always be sure, be careful, be exact, he had said, and for a
week now I had been sure that everything was just as Harry-right as it could
be. And when I left work this night, I knew this was it. This night was the
Night. This night felt different. This night it would happen, had to happen.
Just as it had happened before. Just as it would happen again, and again.
And tonight it would happen to the priest.
His name was Father Donovan. He taught music to the children at St.
Anthony’s Orphanage in Homestead, Florida. The children loved him. And
of course he loved the children, oh very much indeed. He had devoted a
whole life to them. Learned Creole and Spanish. Learned their music, too.
All for the kids. Everything he did, it was all for the kids.
Everything.
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