Dexter by Design (Dexter, #4)

by Jeff Lindsay

Dexter is in Paris! Quelle tragédie! The Dance is not possible, not in Paris!

They knew about the Shadow Guy—their name for the Dark Passenger. They had it inside them as certainly as I did, and were familiar enough with its existence to have named it.

There was a large chunk of evil yellow moon floating in the sky and chuckling to itself,

Dexter lived in the Dark, came alive in the sharp night, took joy in slashing out from the shadows.

coming up over the rim of the roof was a huge, reddish-yellow moon, a bloated, simpering, bloodthirsty moon,