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Playing the Angel (Paperback)
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Playing the Angel (Paperback)
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List price R608
Loot Price R574
Discovery Miles 5 740
You Save R34 (6%)
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By day, Tiff Proulx works as a living statue, posing as the Statue
of Liberty for the French Quarter's tourist trade in the aftermath
of Hurricane Katrina. By night, she descends into the darkness
costumed as the Angel of Mercy, defending and protecting the storm
refugees from the thugs who pock the city's wayward streets. But
her acts of heroism are no accident: Tiff's days as an innocent
college student came to an abrupt end after a National Guardsman,
pretending to be a Good Samaritan, raped her during the height of
the storm's fury.Tiff's skills as a living statue include
extraordinary stealth and an uncanny ability to render herself
completely motionless. Using these "powers," she transforms herself
into a vigilante hero, combing the Quarter to fight evil and
injustice, as well as to hunt down the man who plunged her life
into despair during the storm's darkest hours."There are two of
them now. I can tell by the sound of their standard-issue shoes
hurtling across the cobblestones of the cemetery walk. Running
breathlessly, one after the other. Two New Orleans policemen chase
me through the dark recesses of St. Louis No. 1 Cemetery. And
they're after little old me--or more precisely, they're after
her.They're dying to get their hands on the Angel of Mercy. This
place is spooky enough during the day. At night, it's a whole
'nother kind of fright. I'm standing inside the crumbling entryway
to one of the above-ground crypts--above-ground on account of the
earth in these parts, swollen as it is with the ever-present waters
of the New Orleans basin. And it smells in here. Why mince words?
It smells like death. I'm trying hard not to imagine the corpses
lying in the vaults just beyond my wings. And the bones, and the
demons, and God-knows-what else. Ghostly demarcations, I suppose
you might call them. If you believe in that sort of thing.I thought
I had given these two the slip back on Royal Street, but they
caught up with me somehow on Canal, where I tried to secret myself
among a gaggle of tourists making their way back to the hotels from
gambling their lives away at Bally's on the riverfront."--from the
book
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