Meer over het boek
Charlotte, North Carolina. One of the town's oldest neighbourhoods. An underground chamber is exposed in a seedy, dilapidated house with sagging trim and peeling paint... Called to the scene is forensic anthropologist Dr Temperance Brennan. Fighting her claustrophobia, and the unmistakable sweet, fetid odour of rotting flesh, Tempe descends the precariously steep, makeshift wooden steps. What awaits her below is a ritualistic display; slain chickens and a goat - and a skull, ghostly pale, rests on a pedestal, the lower jaw missing, the empty orbits staring back at her. Two cauldrons stand nearby, beads and antlers suspended overhead. Age, race and sex indicators confirm the skull as that of a young, black female - but how did she die, and when? Then, just as Tempe is working to determine the post-mortem interval, another body is uncovered. The corpse is headless, the torso carved with satanic symbols. Led by a preacher-turned-politician, citizen vigilantes blame Devil-worshippers and begin a witch-hunt, intent on revenge.
Een boek kopen
Temperance Brennan - 11: Devil Bones, Kathy Reichs
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 2008
- product-detail.submit-box.info.binding
- (Hardcover)
Betaalmethoden
We missen je recensie hier.
- Titel
- Temperance Brennan - 11: Devil Bones
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Kathy Reichs
- Uitgever
- Scribner
- Jaar van publicatie
- 2008
- Formaat
- Hardcover
- Aantal pagina's
- 304
- ISBN10
- 0434014656
- ISBN13
- 9780434014651
- Reeks
- Temperance Brennan
- Tags
- Fictie, Detectives & Thriller, Thrillers, Spanning, Verenigde Staten, Moorden, Klassieke detectives, Dood, Hedendaags, Wicca, Pathologie, Satanisme, Voodoo, Forensische Antropologie
- Eerste editie
- 2008
- Oorspronkelijke titel
- Devil Bones
- Beoordeling
- 3,8 van 5
- Aantekening
- Charlotte, North Carolina. One of the town's oldest neighbourhoods. An underground chamber is exposed in a seedy, dilapidated house with sagging trim and peeling paint... Called to the scene is forensic anthropologist Dr Temperance Brennan. Fighting her claustrophobia, and the unmistakable sweet, fetid odour of rotting flesh, Tempe descends the precariously steep, makeshift wooden steps. What awaits her below is a ritualistic display; slain chickens and a goat - and a skull, ghostly pale, rests on a pedestal, the lower jaw missing, the empty orbits staring back at her. Two cauldrons stand nearby, beads and antlers suspended overhead. Age, race and sex indicators confirm the skull as that of a young, black female - but how did she die, and when? Then, just as Tempe is working to determine the post-mortem interval, another body is uncovered. The corpse is headless, the torso carved with satanic symbols. Led by a preacher-turned-politician, citizen vigilantes blame Devil-worshippers and begin a witch-hunt, intent on revenge.