Dark Horse by E.A. Copen (The Lazarus Codex Book 9)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 317 Kb
Dark Horse:A storm is coming, and Lazarus is the only one who can stop it.
Summer in New Orleans means hot days, humid nights, and the constant threat of hurricanes. Like most people in the Big Easy, Laz has weathered his fair share of storms, but the city is about to get hit by the biggest hurricane in recorded history, a hurricane with a supernatural source.
As the people around him prepare to evacuate, Laz is pulled into a game of cat and mouse with the Norse god, Loki. To survive, he’ll have to work with old enemies and make a few new friends. To win, he’ll have to beat the trickster god at his own game.
Even if he somehow survives Loki’s traps, he’s got the hurricane to deal with and the monster behind it, one not even gods know how to stop. Laz has always been good at thinking outside the box, but how do you tame a hurricane?
“That still didn’t mean I wasn’t walking into a trap. Loki only did what was good for Loki. Still, if he was willing to extend an olive branch, who was I to turn my nose up at it? Maybe he’d come to his senses about this whole end of the world business.
And maybe I’d sprout wings and become the tooth fairy.
I sighed. “Let me get my pants on.”
Five minutes later, I met them outside, metal staff in hand, dressed in a pair of shorts and an old white t-shirt I found with a pair of gingerbread men on it that read THE WALKING BREAD. The two of them were standing next to an ordinary-looking white sedan. Beth pulled open the driver’s side door and held it, indicating that I’d be driving, probably so they could make sure I wouldn’t bail.
Emma took the front seat while Beth slid into the back.
I sighed, got into the car and shut the door. “Where to?”
Beth pointed out toward the road. And they say men suck at communicating.
Beth directed me across the river toward the business district. That late, it was a ghost town. Fog clung to the upper stories of black and copper high-rises. Tinted windows reflected passing headlights below in blurry yellow blobs.”