The Watchers (The Angelus Trilogy)
Jon Steele
Language: English
Pages: 574
ISBN: 039915874X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Beneath Lausanne Cathedral, in Switzerland, there is a secret buried before time began, something unknown to angels and men, until now...
Marc Rochat watches over the city at night from the belfry of the cathedral. He lives in a world of shadows and "beforetimes" and imaginary beings.
Katherine Taylor, call girl and daydreamer, is about to discover that her real-life fairy tale is too good to be true.
Jay Harper, private detective, wakes up in a crummy hotel room with no memory. When the telephone rings and he's offered a job, he knows he has no choice but to accept.
Three lives, one purpose: save what's left of paradise before all hell breaks loose.
stuffed.” The inspector raised one eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” “You heard me.” “Mr. Harper, you seem to forget that I’m with the police.” “No, I didn’t.” The waitress with the gun threw another roundhouse kick. Harper caught her ankle midflight and pulled hard. She hit the floor, rolled, and was back on her feet with the gun at his head in the blink of an eye. “Now that was really impressive, mademoiselle.” The inspector cleared his throat. “Officer Jannsen, that will be quite enough.
are.” “And what are we exactly?” “Creatures of an unremembered beginning, born of light and sent to protect this place and live among men of free will. To comfort them in death and guide their souls to a new form.” Harper chuckled to himself, rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, Monsieur Gabriel, I’ve met a lot of lunatics in this town, but you take the cake.” “And you still cannot choose to take the next step and leave this place of lost angels.” Harper looked down at his unmoving feet.
francs. Merci de votre visite au GG’s. “Will this be acceptable, monsieur?” He folded the paper, stuffed it in his coat. “I’m sure the accountants will piss themselves with merriment.” “Please come again, monsieur.” “Just out of curiosity, are there many places like this in town?” “There are many exotic nightclubs in Lausanne, monsieur, but only one GG’s.” “Look, but don’t touch. Not the greatest advert for a place like this, is it?” She smiled. “The locals do not come to GG’s. We cater to
fingers through her wet hair, looking for split ends. Not a one. “And I feel a good hair day coming on.” She mixed a Perrier and OJ and danced her way into the sitting room. She made a slow pirouette and sprawled on the sofa. It was going to be a lazy day. Nothing to do but relax before tonight’s command performance with Monsieur Wonderfully Rich. Two hundred and thirty thousand Swiss for one night, give or take a franc or two. The goofiness of life rolled on. She sorted through a stack of mags
“Je m’appelle Marc Rochat. Je suis le guet de la Cathédrale de Lausanne.” twenty You? You’re the guy in the bell tower, with the lantern? I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it.” Rochat watched her sink to the cold floor. Her eyes going somewhere else, not even noticing the blood on her hands, on her face. Her hands uncurling from fists, her tears turning to laughter, but Rochat knew it was sad laughter. He listened to her voice echo through the stone chamber. …don’t believe it, don’t believe