Darren Shan has done it again!!
This is one hell of a book. Fascinating, twisted, geniously plotted and awesome!!!
LOVE this!!!
SPOILERS. DO NOT READ.
OK. This starts with an assassin called Dash murdering a guy he was hired to kill, then he gets this message from one of his previous employers to kill a loved one or her lover or both.
The scene shifts to Ed, a writer who is haunted by ghosts (we later know why). He goes to London and starts meeting up with a guy he met over the internet, who helps him to plot his book.On one night, at a party,he meets up with a woman, called Deleena.They spend time together and promise to meet up again. So they start meeting up and they fall in love. then turns out she is a married woman to one of the most dangerous gangster in the city. Ed gets over that fact because he loves her a lot. To note, he and Andeanna always meet in the shades.. And she and Joe never MEET.....
Then..Ed and Andeanna decide to meet at her mansion. A guard finds them and Ed has to kill him. We then know he was an assassin. Ed hides the body and throws it at the sea. Then he and Andeanna decide to murder Turk. They decide to put Dash, the guy from the first scene and put him as if he killed Turk. Oh and they are the ones who sent him that letter as if from the Turk.
So then all goes well and Ed murders the Turk. Then everything goes to hell. Because Darren can't make a happy ending. It is not allowed in his ingenious mind manifesto or something.
Ed sees a pic of Turk and his wife (Andeanna) who above the picture is written in BOLD letters: The Turk and His Late Wife
Yeah.. turns out Andeanna is dead. Dead from 10 years. She was murdered by the Turk who set her car on fire and killed her because she was cheating on him with Axel(note that this was the guard Ed killed. The same name).
So Ed wanders, thinking Andeanna the woman he loved was a ghost, and he goes to her son Greygo, and he tells him to go to a medium crazy woman to speak to Andeanna for the last time through the woman.
He goes and meets up with her, she speaks to him as Andeanna.
(I'm posting the scene)
'I'm Andeanna Menderes,' she sighs, 'but I called myself Deleena Emerson the night we met at Shar's party.'
'You died,' I whisper. 'Years ago. You're dead.'
'Yes, Ed. I know.'
'But you were real!' I shout. 'I touched you. Kissed you. We made love.'
'No,' she corrects me. 'We couldn't. I would have, if I'd been able, but there are limits.'
'Who sets them?' I croak, but she only smiles and shakes her head.
'How have you been?' she asks, as if we'd parted the day before.
'How do you fucking think?' I snarl, no longer seeing Etienne Anders, no longer doubting, chatting with Andeanna the same way I did when she was alive. When I thought she was alive. All the doubts blown away. Adjusting with surprising ease to the resettlement of my axis of reality.
'I've kept track of you as best I could,' Andeanna says as my ghosts drift into the background, sullen, disappointed, and also confused-looking. 'I've been with you much of the time. I tried letting you know I was present, but I don't have that power any longer. If you hadn't come here, we could never have spoken with each other again. That's why I told you about Etienne. I didn't know what was going to happen when Mikis died, but I guessed it might be like this. I didn't want to leave without explaining.'
I feel tears building, but I blink them back. 'Explain that you made a fool of me? That you used and discarded me? That you forced me to kill your ex-husband, promising it would make you mine, knowing it would only drive us apart?'
'I'm sorry,' she mutters, dropping her head with shame. 'There was no other way. I had to have him killed. Just like he killed me.'
I push my anger aside and concentrate on this immediate part of the puzzle. 'The Turk killed you?' I ask, and she nods. 'But Greygo said - '
'Greygo started coming here when he was nineteen,' she interrupts. 'I'd been with him since I died, as your ghosts are always with you, but that wasn't enough. He'd only known me as a child knows. He yearned to learn more about me. He did the rounds of mystics and seers, longing to talk with me and hear me tell him that I loved him. Etienne was the only one I could speak through. She's special, the way you are. You both have connections to the dead which most of the living lack.
'Greygo had harboured suspicions for a long time. Mikis was careful never to let his secret slip, but sometimes he'd drink too much, moan my name in his sleep and beg forgiveness. Greygo wondered what his father had to feel guilty about.
'It took him a long time to build up to the question.' The mystic's face lifts, filled with Andeanna's pride. 'Did my father kill you? It almost destroyed him as he asked it. I meant to tell him the truth and turn him against the monster who took my life. But there was so much fear in his eyes, fear that I'd say yes . . . ' Her face clouds over. 'As much as I hated Mikis, I loved Greygo and couldn't bear to destroy him. I made up a suicide story, mixing in enough truth to explain Mikis's guilt. It hurt Greygo, but not as much as the truth would have.'
'And killing his father - don't you think that hurt?'
'Of course,' she sighs, 'but I had no choice. I had to kill Mikis. I couldn't know peace until I did.'
'Tell me how you did it,' I whisper. 'Tell me how you assumed human form and tracked me down.'
Etienne shrugs, exactly the way Andeanna used to when I asked a question she couldn't answer. 'I don't know.'
'Bullshit,' I snarl.
'The truth,' she says gently. 'This is the real world, Ed, not one of your books. There aren't answers to every question. For years I was a bodiless entity, haunting the mansion. I glimpsed fellow spirits from time to time, but I had no way of communicating with them. I was alone, and lonely, but at least there was Greygo. I watched him grow up. I was there when he brought his first date home. I kept an eye on him and spoke to him, even though he couldn't hear me.
'One night I felt myself changing. Forming. I was terrified. I didn't know what was happening. I was feeling things again, smelling, hearing, seeing. After the initial shock, it was wonderful. But now that I was solid - visible - I had to leave before I was seen. So I grabbed some of Greygo's clothes and fled.
'I wandered the city, bones and flesh strengthening while I walked, and if you think that was painless, you couldn't be more wrong. I was cold and scared, in agony. Then, when the sun rose, I disintegrated like a vampire. Sunlight always undid me. That's why I never met you in the day, always late in the evening when the sun's power was fading.
'I re-formed the next night, in the place where I'd come apart. Naked and defenceless, I hid, only coming out when the city was asleep. I returned to the mansion and raided my old room. I sold jewellery - my own, items that Mikis had held on to, so I didn't feel bad for stealing it - and set myself up in a small apartment, where I retired each night before dawn, so that I could rematerialize somewhere familiar and safe the next evening.
'Shortly after that, my thoughts turned to revenge.' Her expression hardens. I'm amazed by how much of Andeanna there is in the mystic's face. It's as if she's taken over Etienne Anders from the inside, making the medium's features her own, moulding them to mirror hers. 'I wasn't driven by hatred. Killing Mikis was just something I had to do. Without knowing how I'd re-formed, I knew instinctively why - to make Mikis pay.'
'How did you know?' I ask.
'I just did. It's . . . ' She grins sickly. 'It's a dead thing. You'd have to die and come back like I did to understand.'
'I'm not that eager to find out,' I deadpan, and for a few seconds we smile at one another the way we used to, like it's a big joke.
'Anyway,' she says, 'I knew I couldn't kill Mikis by myself. I didn't have murder in me. I had to find somebody else.'
'Which is where I came in,' I growl, and she nods glumly. 'Why me?'
'Pure misfortune,' she sighs.
'Don't lie. You tracked me down and tricked me into an affair. You used me like a puppet.'
'No.' She shakes her head vehemently. 'It wasn't like that. I know that's how it looks, but I swear on all that's sacred, on Greygo, I didn't set out to trap you.'
'I don't believe you,' I mutter.
A pained expression crosses her face. 'I was at that boat party by chance,' she says. 'I crashed a lot of parties. Given who and what I was, I couldn't mingle with those who'd known me when I was alive. I'd fall in with groups on their way to a party, pretend to be human for a few hours, slip away like Cinderella before the break of day.
'The only thing I had on my mind that night was fun. Like so many other nights, that proved elusive, which is why I wound up on deck, to brood about the cruel twist of fate that had placed me there. Then I found myself next to you.' Although the mystic's eyes don't open, the lids fix on me as if the spirit of Andeanna sees through the thin layers of flesh. 'I knew instantly that you were a man of violence. I saw your ghosts and sensed their hatred of you. I knocked the glass overboard to start a conversation with you, and . . . you know the rest.'
'I thought I did. But why don't you tell me how it really was? It was never about love. You saw me as a tool from the start, didn't you, a way to kill Mikis?'
She sighs. 'My interest was wholly mercenary that first night. But that changed as we spent more time together. I forgot what I was. I fell in love with you. It was crazy, and it messed up everything, but I couldn't help myself. When I was with you, I was real, alive, desperate for love. That wasn't a sham, Ed. I couldn't have faked those emotions.'
'You're lying.'
'I'm not!' she cries. 'Listen to me. Hear me. I know you hate me, and you've every right to, but don't turn your ears against the truth. I love you, Ed, and if you ever loved me the way you claimed, you'd know in your heart that I'm not lying.'
The terrible thing is - I do.
'What about Axel Nelke?' I ask, anxious to steer talk away from love.
She stares through her closed eyelids, disappointed by my reaction, then shrugs. 'Axel was my lover. Mikis killed him. What more do you want to know?'
'The guard I killed. You said he was Axel Nelke.'
'I lied. When you saw through my first disguise - Deleena Emerson - I knew I had to make my next seem as genuine as possible. I had to tell you as much of the truth as I dared. If I'd invented a name for my fictitious bodyguard, you might have sensed the lie. I felt safe using Axel's name. I knew I wouldn't blurt out the wrong surname by mistake, or tell you he had red hair then turn round later and say he was blond.'
'But the man I killed . . . '
'A guard. I don't know his name. There was one on duty most nights. They usually knocked off at ten or eleven if Mikis and Greygo weren't home.'
'You didn't set me up to kill him?'
'Of course not. I wanted Mikis's head, nobody else's. I don't know why the guard returned when he did.'
Is she telling the truth? I don't know. If I could see her eyes,
I'd have a better idea. 'Greygo hadn't heard of a guard going missing,' I note.
She smiles bitterly. 'Greygo didn't want to know about Mikis's business, so he was kept in the dark whenever possible. If he'd been home around that time, he would have noticed that the guard had disappeared. Since he was absent, Mikis saw no reason to share the troubling news with him.'
'Why did you invite me there?' I ask, reluctant to let it drop. 'What was with the battered face? Was that faked?'
'Self-inflicted,' she mumbles. 'By then I'd fallen in love with you. On the boat, I thought I might be able to hire you to kill Mikis. But I now knew that whatever you'd done in the past, you weren't a killer any more. Yet you remained my best hope. I thought you could be encouraged to kill. So I used your love for me to turn you against Mikis.'
'Then you did manipulate me!' I shout.
'Yes and no,' she sniffs.
'You can't have it both ways, Andeanna.'
'But I did,' she protests. 'I loved you, Ed - that was real. But I had to kill Mikis. My first priority, my very reason for existing, was to make Mikis pay. So, yes, I used you. But I didn't fake love to win you over.
'My plan was for you to see that Mikis had hurt me, lose your temper and target him. Afterwards I'd have told you the truth. Or if, as I suspected, I faded away when Mikis was dead, I'd try to contact you via Etienne, as I'm doing now. Then the guard turned up, you killed him and a new plan formed. You revealed the truth about your past, you asked to eliminate Mikis, you dreamt up the assassin angle. I didn't want that - it was complicated, and it implicated you too deeply - but I was powerless to turn you from your path.'
'You could have told me the truth,' I contradict her.
A wan smile flickers across her lips. 'That I was a ghost? A shade of the night? Would you have believed me?'
'Probably not,' I mutter. 'But if you'd let me see your form unravel one night . . . '
'I considered that,' she says. 'But if I'd let you see me for what I truly was, I didn't think you'd be able to love me any more. I was worried I'd scare you off.'
'It takes a lot to scare me,' I grunt.
'Don't I know it,' she grins. Then she tickles my left wrist with one of her fingers. 'If it's any consolation, I did what I could to protect you. I lied to suit my purposes, but also to suit yours. I could have betrayed you to Bond, planted evidence to condemn you. But I wanted you to escape.'
'Very thoughtful of you,' I snap.
Silence descends. I mull over what Andeanna has told me. It's too insane to be true. I want to reject it out of hand. But what's the alternative? Andeanna Menderes was murdered twenty years ago - fact. I fell in love with a woman who shares her looks - fact. I have it on good authority that the woman's ghost has roamed the halls of her home since her death - fact. That woman is now speaking to me through a medium - fact.
Too many facts to ignore. When there's no sane answer, a man must accept the insane. As impossible as it is, as crazy as it sounds, the truth is undeniable. 'I fell in love with a ghost,' I groan.
'Yes.' Andeanna smiles sadly. 'And a ghost fell in love with you.'
Incredibly, my mood is lifting. The truth has been revealed. It's an awful, twisted truth, but now I can begin to deal with it. It won't be easy, but I don't have to chase around wildly any longer, pursuing false threads, driving myself mental in search of an answer.
'It's asking a lot,' Andeanna murmurs, 'but do you think you can forgive me?'
'I don't know,' I reply. 'This has thrown my world out of whack. I don't know what I feel for you, or what I'll feel a week from now, a month, a year. If I said I could, I'd be lying.'
'That's fair,' she nods.
'I was always fair with you,' I note pointedly.
'And I wasn't with you,' she agrees.
'So.' I settle back, studying the face of the channelling mystic. 'Where do we go from here?'
'Our separate ways,' she answers promptly.
I feel a strange pang of regret. Even after all she put me through, I still love her, and the thought of parting for ever fills me with dread. 'Can't we . . . isn't there some way we can . . . ?'
'No,' she says softly. 'I have to move on. Mikis's death released me. I'm being called. There's another world or dimension where I'm supposed to be. I have to go. I want to go. I think I'll enjoy it.'
I feel something running down my cheeks. At first I think spiders have dropped from the ceiling. But as I blink, I realize they're only tears.
'Can't you come back?' I weep, managing a weak smile to show I know how dumb my request is. 'On a weekend pass, perhaps?'
'I doubt they have those where I'm going,' Andeanna giggles. 'But if they do, I'll apply for one.'
I wipe my right sleeve across my cheeks, careful not to break contact with the medium, wishing the tears had held off for a while, so that I could focus on Andeanna's face, clearer than ever in the features of Etienne Anders.
Andeanna puts her lips to my cheek and removes a tear with the tip of her tongue. I moan, and she draws back from me, her smile fading. 'I have to go now. Etienne can't maintain this link indefinitely.'
'Just a few more . . . ' I begin, but she shakes her head slowly.
'Before I leave,' she says, 'can I make a final request?'
'Sure,' I reply, fresh tears falling.
'One last kiss, Ed?'
'I could never refuse a lady,' I laugh brokenly.
'But promise you won't tell Etienne.' She smirks. 'I don't want her thinking we took advantage of her body.'
'I'll never tell anyone about tonight,' I vow.
'Not even Joe?'
'I'll fill him in on the essentials. No more. He deserves to know the truth - he guessed it before I did - but I won't discuss it in depth with him. I couldn't.'
'I'll go with the kiss, Ed,' she says, leaning forward. 'No prolonged goodbyes. One last kiss and - puff - I'm fairy dust.'
'I love you, Andeanna,' I cry.
'I love you too,' she whispers, then thrusts her lips against mine, devouring them with a hunger born of impending finality. I clutch her to me, holding her as close as I can, our fingers linked, tears splashing down my face, wishing I could vanish into her lips and make her journey with her, praying that one day I can follow and taste her sweet flesh again.
Then it's over. I feel it before we break, the way she goes limp, the fluttering of her eyelashes against my cheek, the diminishing action of her lips. Slowly I let her go, and she sinks back in her chair, Andeanna no more, just Etienne Anders, medium, channeller, bridge between worlds.
'Goodbye,' I whisper. And maybe it's an echo, or my imagination, or wishful thinking, but it seems to me that the air shimmers and the faintest voice carries to me on the lightest of breezes.
'Goodbye, Ed.'
Yeahh so that's pretty much it. BUT there are more pages in the book..
Which means..
Ed decides to leave London and while doing so he is kidnapped by Dash and Bond (a guy who works with Turk and he told him about the cheating thing).
Instead of killing Ed, Bond kills Dash.
Oh and? Ed became a killer cause he loved a woman who pretended to have cancer to take his money. He had to work as a killer to "cure" her. He later carved her face with a knife. Sick bastard.
Bond tells Ed that the whole ghost thing is bullshit cause.. cause Andeanna is alive. She is at a madhouse. She caught her husband cheating on her and killed (actually butchered his mistress).
the body who burnt in the car was the dead body of his mistress.
She then got sent to a madhouse and everybody thought she died. Oh and she was having an affair with Bond not Axel.
Oh then Ed goes to see her and see her holding a baby doll. A girl baby doll..
In shock, he goes to find Greygo and then we know the shocking truth. Greygo is Andeanna. He is gay. He is an actor. A good actor. He tricked Ed by dressing up as a woman and makeup and hair and voice.Oh also he was Joe and the meduim woman!!! Son of a bitch!Ed then goes mad and crawls through the dark streets of London waiting to die.
And really I have no more characters to type ha-ha This book was awesome. One of Darren Shan's best! Poor Ed.