Цикл книг «Феликс Кастор» — 6 книг

Врата между миром людей и миром демонов внезапно распахнулись настежь - и в современные города хлынул поток призраков и привидений, зомби, оборотней и еще десятков порождений Тьмы. Однако жизнь продолжается... только к преступлениям человеческим прибавились преступления паранормальные, а вечных соперников полиции - частных детективов - сменили мастера-экзорцисты.
Когда-то лучшим из таких экзорцистов в Англии считался Феликс Кастор, а теперь он вышел в отставку и отказывается даже слышать о прежней работе.
Но деньги лишними не бывают... а изгнание слабенького демона, поселившегося в старинном здании церковного архива, - пара пустяков для опытного мастера.
Просто? Слишком просто.
А бесплатный сыр, как известно, бывает только в мышеловке.
И "слишком легкое" дело оказывается самым сложным и опасным за всю карьеру Кастора...

Врата между миром людей и миром демонов внезапно распахнулись настежь - и в современные города хлынул поток призраков и привидений, зомби, оборотней и еще десятков порождений…

Врата между миром людей и миром демонов внезапно распахнулись настежь - и в современные города хлынул поток призраков и привидений, зомби, оборотней и еще десятков порождений Тьмы.
Однако жизнь продолжается... только к преступлениям человеческим прибавились преступления паранормальные, а у полицейских появились новые соперники - частные детективы - экзорцисты.
Лучшим из экзорцистов Англии по праву считается многоопытный Феликс Кастор. Правда, он люто ненавидит свою профессию и работать соглашается лишь в исключительных случаях. Но на сей раз случай и впрямь исключительный. Похищен призрак погибшей девочки Эбигейл Торрингтон.
Безутешные родители уверены - их покойную, но драгоценную малютку похитил бывший любовник матери, Денис Пис, тоже экзорцист не из последних и к тому же старинный приятель стаи оборотней, перешедших на службу Святой церкви.
Интересно? Страшно интересно. Но чем дальше Феликс занимается этим делом, тем яснее он понимает - будет не столько страшно интересно, сколько попросту страшно...

Врата между миром людей и миром демонов внезапно распахнулись настежь - и в современные города хлынул поток призраков и привидений, зомби, оборотней и еще десятков порождений…

You might think that helping a friend's widow to stop a lawyer from stealing her husband's corpse would be the strangest thing on your To Do list. But life is rarely that simple for Felix Castor.
A brutal murder in King's Cross bears all the hallmarks of a long-dead American serial killer, and it takes more good sense than Castor possesses not to get involved. He's also fighting a legal battle over the body - if not the soul - of his possessed friend, Rafi, and can't shake the feeling that his three problems might be related. With the help of the succubus Juliet and paranoid zombie data-fence Nicky Heath, Castor just might have a chance of fitting the pieces together before someone drops him down a lift shaft or rips his throat out. Or not. . .

You might think that helping a friend's widow to stop a lawyer from stealing her husband's corpse would be the strangest thing on your To Do list. But life is rarely that simple…

Felix Castor is a freelance exorcist, so dealing with the dead is his stock in trade. Between his private clients and some consulting for the Met, he thinks he's seen it all. But a late-night call out to a South London housing estate proves that he still has a few surprises left. After all, it's not every day you see your own name painted in blood at a a crime scene.

But that's only the beginning. The estate is in the grip of an epidemic of violence, and it doesn't take Castor's sixth sense to realise that something very wrong is happening. The Anathemata, excommunicated militant arm of the Catholic Church, is on the case, too, but it's brutal solution may only make things worse. And Castor's brother, Matthew, is pursuing a secret agenda of his own.

Blood may be thicker than water, but Castor suspects he's dealing with something thicker than blood. And he needs to find it before the Anathemata. Or there'll be hell to pay...

Felix Castor is a freelance exorcist, so dealing with the dead is his stock in trade. Between his private clients and some consulting for the Met, he thinks he's seen it all. But…

They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but if you ask Castor he'll tell you there's quite a bit of arrogance and reckless stupidity lining the streets as well.

And he should know. There's only so many times you can play both sides against the middle and get away with it. Now, the inevitable moment of crisis has arrived and it's left Castor with blood on his hands. Well, not his hands, you understand; it's always someone else who pays the bill: friends, acquaintances, bystanders.

So Castor drowns his guilt in cheap whisky, while an innocent woman lies dead and her daughter comatose, his few remaining friends fear for their lives and there's a demon loose on the streets. But not just any demon - this one rides shotgun on his best friend's soul

And it can't be expelled without killing him.

Looks like Felix Castor's got some tough choices to make, because expel the demon he must or all Hell will break loose. Literally ...

They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but if you ask Castor he'll tell you there's quite a bit of arrogance and reckless stupidity lining the streets as well.…

“London’s exorcists! I have a reward for all of you, a job for one of you. Come to Brierley House, 20th April, 9.00am.”

The newspaper ad is a baited hook and it smells like a three-day old corpse. But hey, it’s a grand in hand just for turning up so Felix Castor goes in anyway, alongside the curdled cream of his dubious profession. And once he’s in it’s hard to get out again. Brierley House is the home of Russian oligarch Gavril Ustinov, now missing, his driven daughter Ksenia Ustinova and their staff of taciturn, sinister domestics. It also hosts an invisible force that attacks exorcists and negates their abilities—a force that seems to be centuries old. Ksenia wants Castor to locate her missing father, alive or dead. Castor wants to find out who set a trap for exorcists back in the late Middle Ages and what else they were up to.

For a job this big he’s got friends he can call on: zombie data-fence Nicky Heath, reformed succubus Juliet Salazar, jaded cop Gary Coldwood and Trudie Pax, the Anathemata’s finest warrior. But the ghosts of Brierley are many, and they won’t give up their secrets lightly…

“London’s exorcists! I have a reward for all of you, a job for one of you. Come to Brierley House, 20th April, 9.00am.”

The newspaper ad is a baited hook and it smells like a…