Gods of Manhattan (Pax Britannia: El Sombra, Book 2)
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NEW YORK, USSA - The steam-powered city of tomorrow where psychedelic beat-poets rumble with punk futurists in the rain-drenched alleys, and where mad science colludes with the monstrous plans of the Meccha-Fuhrer! NEW YORK, USS - City of dazzle and danger. Only here could we find The Blood Spider, Doc Thunder and the saint of ghosts known as El Sombra! NEW YORK, USS - The setting for a bloody battle of steel will and science gone wild in a contest to save the city of tomorrow - or end it!
wasn't quite true. He'd gone for the eyes. Always for the eyes. The weak spot. A bullet in the eye would go straight into his brain and kill him, or at least brain-damage him. During the Second Civil War, he'd kept goggles with bullet-proof glass in them to wear during gunfights, but in the long run they'd limited his vision too badly to be worth it, especially after Silken Dragon's people had discovered inexorium - inexorium the metal cuts through my skin no poison required Doc gritted his
of a thousand voices', they called me. I could have been a star of the stage. Isn't it funny how things work out?" "Never too late, pal. Lot of great plays get put on in prison. A little state's evidence and you wouldn't even see the inside. What do you say?" The Ghost was really hoping he'd actually go for this. If he didn't, he was out of options. A last-minute change of heart was about all the hope he had left. For a moment, Venger almost seemed to consider it. "Hmmm..." Then he smiled. "No.
ran towards the meeting place where Marlene would be waiting. Faithful Marlene, who had taken to the cause like a duck to water... Water. His feet were splashing in it. His eyes widened as he took in the sight - the Silver Ghost with its bonnet open, water trickling from the underside, and Marlene, bent over like a salacious pinup as she tinkered with the engine, desperately trying to bring back life to a machine that was now dead forever. She looked up as he approached. "Parker? What are you
fingers to make the quotation marks. "-and I crash into the rainforest, ejecting my skeletal stand-in into the flaming wreckage before taking off to hide out in the deepest darkest jungle for a while. Needless to say, poor old Doc's too distracted by the flame-grilled crispy death of his number one foe to look too closely at Venger. And even if he wasn't, what's he going to say? Hamilton's not acting like himself? The guy just got through being tortured! And even if Doc does think Hamilton's gone
that." Then, gently, he pushed the tip of the sword through the front of Crane's skull and into his brain. He was not incapable of pity, he knew. But he was who he was, and he did what he did. And broken or not, the bastards had to die. Doc's head snapped to the left, then to the right as the massive red fists slammed into his jaw. Blood flew from his nose and his split lip. One eye had swollen to the point where he could no longer see out of it. "You know," Lomax grinned, "I've tried a lot