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Darkly Dreaming Dexter : Dexter Series, Book 1
by Jeff Lindsay and Jeff Lindsay

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The Basis for a New Showtime® Original Series Starring Michael C. Hall

Meet Dexter Morgan, a polite wolf in sheep's clothing. He's handsome and charming, but something in his past has made him abide by a different set of rules.  Read more...



 

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Overview

The Basis for a New Showtime® Original Series Starring Michael C. Hall

Meet Dexter Morgan, a polite wolf in sheep's clothing. He's handsome and charming, but something in his past has made him abide by a different set of rules. He's a serial killer whose one golden rule makes him immensely likeable: he only kills bad people. And his job as a blood splatter expert for the Miami police department puts him in the perfect position to identify his victims. But when a series of brutal murders bearing a striking similarity to his own style start turning up, Dexter is caught between being flattered and being frightened--of himself or some other fiend.

 
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  • Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Gr
  • Date: Mar 2012
 
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CHAPTER 1



Moon. Glorious moon. Full, fat, reddish moon, the night as light as day, the moonlight flooding down across the land and bringing joy, joy, joy. Bringing too the full-throated call of the tropical night, the soft and wild voice of the wind roaring through the hairs on your arm, the hollow wail of starlight, the teeth-grinding bellow of the moonlight off the water.

All calling to the Need. Oh, the symphonic shriek of the thousand hiding voices, the cry of the Need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs, the Moondancer. The me that was not-me, the thing that mocked and laughed and came calling with its hunger. With the Need. And the Need was very strong now, very careful cold coiled creeping crackly cocked and ready, very strong, very much ready now--and still it waited and watched, and it made me wait and watch.

I had been waiting and watching the priest for five weeks now. The Need had been prickling and teasing and prodding at me to find one, find the next, find this priest. For three weeks I had known he was it, he was next, we belonged to the Dark Passenger, he and I together. And that three weeks I had spent fighting the pressure, the growing Need, rising in me like a great wave that roars up and over the beach and does not recede, only swells more with every tick of the bright night's clock.

But it was careful time, too, time spent making sure. Not making sure of the priest, no, I was long sure of him. Time spent to be certain that it could be done right, made neat, all the corners folded, all squared away. I could not be caught, not now. I had worked too hard, too long, to make this work for me, to protect my happy little life.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

And so I was always careful. Always tidy. Always prepared ahead of time so it would be right. And when it was right, take extra time to be sure. It was the Harry way, God bless him, that farsighted perfect policeman, my foster father. Always be sure, be careful, be exact, he had said, and for a week now I had been sure that everything was just as Harry-right as it could be. And when I left work this night, I knew this was it. This night was the Night. This night felt different. This night it would happen, had to happen. Just as it had happened before. Just as it would happen again, and again.

And tonight it would happen to the priest.

His name was Father Donovan. He taught music to the children at St. Anthony's Orphanage in Homestead, Florida. The children loved him. And of course he loved the children, oh very much indeed. He had devoted a whole life to them. Learned Creole and Spanish. Learned their music, too. All for the kids. Everything he did, it was all for the kids.

Everything.

I watched him this night as I had watched for so many nights now. Watched as he paused in the orphanage doorway to talk to a young black girl who had followed him out. She was small, no more than eight years old and small for that. He sat on the steps and talked to her for five minutes. She sat, too, and bounced up and down. They laughed. She leaned against him. He touched her hair. A nun came out and stood in the doorway, looking down at them for a moment before she spoke. Then she smiled and held out a hand. The girl bumped her head against the priest. Father Donovan hugged her, stood, and kissed the girl good night. The nun laughed and said something to Father Donovan. He said something back.

And then he started toward his car. Finally: I coiled myself to strike and--

Not yet. A janitorial service minivan stood fifteen feet from the door. As Father Donovan passed it, the side...

 
Reviews

"A macabre tour-de-force." --The New York Times Book Review"A dark comedy with a creative twist."--The Miami Herald"Dark and devious. . . . . Daring and unexpectedly comedic." --USA Today"Maybe the first serial killer who unabashedly solicits our love." --Entertainment Weekly"With chills like these, you can skip the air-conditioning." --Time"One of the most likeable vigilante serial killers in recent thriller literature." --The New Yorker"Demonology has a dastardly new darling." --The New York Times "Just when you think (hope?) that the tired and rarely credible device of the serial killer next door has hit a wall, along comes a writer like Jeff Lindsay to prove you wrong. . . . So enjoyable." --Chicago Tribune"Mordantly funny." --The New York Post"A fresh, inventive slice of crime fiction that turns the axis of good and evil . . . upside down. A psychological thriller in the best sense of the genre." --The Sun-Sentinel (Fort Lauderdale, FL)"A memorable debut with a hero who really ought to be in a mental institution, but is too much fun to lock up." --The Rocky Mountain News (Denver, CO)"Dexter's captivating, first-person account is a genuinely exciting read." --Time Out (NY)"This ghoulish, fascinating tale . . . will grip readers and make a lasting impression." --The Philadelphia Inquirer"Entertaining. . . . Dexter is a fascinating character, though he's not the kind of guy you'd like to invite to dinner." --Chicago Sun-Times"Fun, terrifically fresh. . . . It's thrilling to watch Dexter struggle between everyday vanilla reality and the compelling, kaleidoscopic thrall of his own bloody fantasies." --Linda Marotta, Fangoria"Totally captivating. . . . Totally original. The characters are beautifully drawn, particularly Dexter, who is tremendously likeable, his hobby not withstanding." --The St. Petersburg Times (FL)"Lindsay gets high marks for originality, atmosphere, vibrant action scenes and having the brass to write this in the first place." --Tulsa World"Jeff Lindsay sure does it right with Darkly Dreaming Dexter." --Cleveland Plain Dealer"Newcomer Jeff Lindsay has created a unique hero. . . . Intriguing." --Mystery Scene"In creating a singularly unique killer, Lindsay also manages to create a few sleepless nights for the reader." - Anniston Star (Anniston, AL)

 
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