Zusatztext A shotgun thriller with the cocksure timing of a professional hit. The New York Times Book Review [A] BRILLIANTLY PACED! SUSPENSE-PACKED . . . RICHLY IMAGINED THRILLER . . . It's hard not to admire God Is a Bullet . . . . It's even harder to put the book down. The Washington Post Book World SMART AND STYLISH . . . A COMPULSIVE READ . . . Within this taut! obsessive narrative! Teran also delivers finely honed character[s]. San Francisco Chronicle ASTOUNDING . . . AN EXTRAORDINARY DEBUT THRILLER SWIFT! RAW! AND GENUINELY SCARY. The Baltimore Sun Informationen zum Autor Boston Teran was born and raised in the South Bronx. He lives in California. Visit the author at www.godisabullet.com. Klappentext When she was a child! Case Hardin was taken in by a satanic cult that robbed her of her childhood and turned her into a battered zombie. Now! 25 years later! she learns the cult has taken more victims--namely a 14-year-old girl. Wanting to exorcise the demons that the cult left in her! Case teams up with the missing girl's father! Detective Bob Hightower! to track her down and find her before it's too late. fall 1970 It is 7:23 on a Sunday morning when the Sheriff's Department in Clay, California, gets the call a woman has been murdered. The boy is at a pay phone by the entrance to the freeway. His dirt bike lies ten feet away, along the shoulder where he's dropped it. The wind weaves sand through the still-spinning tire spokes. He has to cup his hand over his ear to hear the officer's questions above the passing trucks. He relates a series of horrifying images, and after he hangs up he sits in the dirt and cries. Two Sheriff's Department patrol cars speed out Route 138, Palmdale Boulevard, and then take the hard turn onto Route 15 heading northeast. They drive without sirens through Barstow, passing the ghost mining town of Calico, all clapboard and tin just north of the freeway. Two deputies in one car. A sergeant in the other. They ride in black silence. After all, this is the country of Charles Manson and The Process and Sunset Boulevard witchcraft. It is the country that spawned such phrases as "Thou shalt kill" and "Helter Skelter." At the Calico Road exit they find the boy by his dirt bike. He is a wispy excuse for twelve, and he holds the sergeant tightly as he is led to the patrol car. He guides them north, pointing the way up through Paradise Springs Road. The wind grows worse, blowing its poisonous alkali chlorides and carbonates down from Inyo County and China Lake. Moving up through the Mojave Desert they pass the Calico Early Man Site, where scattered on the shores of ancient, dry Coyote Lake are the oldest known remains of our ancestors in North America. Here a solitary core of studied diggers found rudimentary tools of stone and arrows, fossilized fletchings, and puzzle parts of clay jugs. The crude trappings of commerce, the crude trappings of war. The patrol cars move off the main road and onto a broken trail that traverses a forgotten playa set between the Calico Mountains and the Paradise Range. Their vehicles rock and heave over the sifting climb of slow dunes. The boy's hand comes up and points again. His legs arch onto the seat in an almost fetal position. Ahead, the sergeant, one John Lee Bacon, makes out the antiquated silver-hulled trailer where the woman lives, shining dully through the dust. They pull up and stop, and as the three sheriffs step out of the vehicles they unsnap the guards on their pistols. The blowing sand is like cut glass against their skin. The trailer stands before them, defined by a garden of bottle art mortared into cement stalagmites, rusting chassis, old chairs, and pitted road sign warnings within a labyrinth of cholla and creosote and yerba santa plants that the woman h...

8220;A shotgun thriller with the cocksure timing of a professional hit.”

–*The New York Times Book Review

“[A] BRILLIANTLY PACED, SUSPENSE-PACKED . . . RICHLY IMAGINED THRILLER . . . It’s hard not to admire God Is a Bullet. . . . It’s even harder to put the book down.”
–TheWashington Post Book World*

“SMART AND STYLISH . . . A COMPULSIVE READ . . . Within this taut, obsessive narrative, Teran also delivers finely honed character[s].”
–San Francisco Chronicle

“ASTOUNDING . . . AN EXTRAORDINARY DEBUT THRILLER– SWIFT, RAW, AND GENUINELY SCARY.”
–*The Baltimore Sun

• Autorentext
  Boston Teran was born and raised in the South Bronx.
  He lives in California. Visit the author at www.godisabullet.com.

  Klappentext

  When she was a child, Case Hardin was taken in by a satanic cult that robbed her of her childhood and turned her into a battered zombie. Now, 25 years later, she learns the cult has taken more victims--namely a 14-year-old girl. Wanting to exorcise the demons that the cult left in her, Case teams up with the missing girl's father, Detective Bob Hightower, to track her down and find her before it's too late.

  Zusammenfassung
  An ex-member of a bloodthirsty cult must pair up with a police officer to take down the group’s murderous leader in this dark, wrenching thriller about personal conviction, retribution, and survival.
   
  Soon to be a major motion picture starring Jamie Foxx, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Maika Monroe, and January Jones
   
  “In a word: Wow. God Is a Bullet is a kick-ass, in-your-face tour de force from start to finish.”—Harlan Coben, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Match
   
  Case Hardin has stared into the face of evil and lived. Now Case learns that the satanic cult that turned her from a lost child into a broken, drug-addicted shell of a woman has taken down more victims, butchering a man and a woman in their suburban home and abducting a young girl. 
   
  Fueled by rage and the need to redeem her life, Case teams up with the missing girl’s father—a straight-arrow desk cop named Bob Hightower—to track the girl down.  With Case as his mentor, Hightower will begin a hunt through the satanic underground few have encountered and even fewer have survived, to pry his child from the hands of a madman.
   
  WINNER OF THE CWA NEW BLOOD DAGGER AWARD • EDGAR AWARD FINALIST

  Leseprobe
  fall 1970

  It is 7:23 on a Sunday morning when the Sheriff's Department in Clay, California, gets the call a woman has been murdered. The boy is at a pay phone by the entrance to the freeway. His dirt bike lies ten feet away, along the shoulder where he's dropped it. The wind weaves sand through the still-spinning tire spokes. He has to cup his hand over his ear to hear the officer's questions above the passing trucks. He relates a series of horrifying images, and after he hangs up he sits in the dirt and cries.

  Two Sheriff's Department patrol cars speed out Route 138, Palmdale Boulevard, and then take the hard turn onto Route 15 heading northeast. They drive without sirens through Barstow, passing the ghost mining town of Calico, all clapboard and tin just north of the freeway.

  Two deputies in one car. A sergeant in the other. They ride in black silence. After all, this is the country of Charles Manson and The Process and Sunset Boulevard witchcraft. It is the country that spawned such phrases as "Thou shalt kill" and "Helter Skelter."

  At the Calico Road exit they find the boy by his dirt bike. He is a wispy excuse for twelve, and he holds the sergeant tightly as he is led to the patrol car. He guides them north, pointing the way up through Paradise Springs Road.

  The wind grows worse, blowing its poisonous alkali chlorides and carbonates down from Inyo County and China Lake. Moving up through the Mojave Desert they pass the Calico Early Man Site, where scattered on the shores of ancient, dry Coyote Lake are the oldest …