Bøger af Nicholas Morine

The year is 1984. In the heart of Hong Kong, Kowloon Walled City seethes with human passions, both good and evil. Not a single ray of light penetrates this fortress of hope and despair. This is a lost, illicit city filled to bursting with shady businessmen, drug dealers, junk shops, and desperate gamblers seeking an avenue for one last thrill. It is said that the police do not dare to enter. Whether this is true or not remains a mystery. Fang, a heroin slinger and a brother of the 14K, becomes a marked man beneath the roars of the crowd, fists bloodied. The love of his life stands between him and his glory, a choice that may never be reconciled. The Siu Nin a Fu, an annual martial arts tournament calling the very best warriors from across the globe to the depths of Kowloon Walled City, is about to take place. Buried in liquor, needles, and smoke, Fang's future is about to take flight. Take a step into the black tapestry of the past, where ghosts walk the dim, decrepit alleys as if neon still fell upon their defeated shoulders. Kowloon Walled City, 1984. A shredded memory of a living, breathing entity that once was... and is no longer.

DARK DAYS APPROACH: A black prophecy of the future escapes from beneath the broken and snowbound streets of Old Russia. Fierce growls and thunderous drumbeats echo from within subterranean slums. Drunk and drugged voices, the underclass of the Middle Eastern Union, scrape together a bleak and bitter existence. Addicts, criminals, workers, and nobodies congregate at The Wreckage, washing away their sins in a tide of heavy metal and heavy intoxication. Khalil Madi, escaped fugitive and bassist for death metal outfit Infidel, is caught up in a violent bar-room raid and faces trial for multiple murder amongst countless other crimes against an entrenched and oppressive government. The verdict? Deaths. As many as it takes to tame him. In front of billions of streaming viewers, one man struggles to hold on despite all odds. Deep inside all of our souls, a dark desire to... Punish the Wicked. Cyberpunk is dead. Long live the Wicked.