The Getaway God
A smart, kick-arse Urban Fantasy from a new master of the genre. The Getaway God is the sixth book in the fantastic Sandman Slim series.Sandman Slim must save himself—and the entire world—from the wrath of some enraged and vengeful ancient gods in this sixth high-octane adventure in the New York Times bestselling series.Being a half-human, half-angel nephilim with a bad rep and a worse attitude—not to mention temporarily playing Lucifer—James Stark aka Sandman Slim has made a few enemies. None, though, are as fearsome as the vindictive Angra Om Ya—the old gods. But their imminent invasion is only one of Stark’s problems right now. LA is descending into chaos, and a new evil—the Wildfire Ripper—is stalking the city.No ordinary killer, The Ripper takes Stark deep into a conspiracy that stretches from Earth to Heaven and Hell. He’s also the only person alive who may know how to keep the world from going extinct. The trouble is, he’s also Stark’s worst enemy . . . the only man in existence Stark would enjoy killing twice.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2014
Copyright © Richard Kadrey 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007446087
Ebook Edition © August 2014 ISBN: 9780007446094
Version: 2017-11-14
This book was finished on William S. Burroughsâs one-hundredth birthday. This one is for you, Bill.
They stood on the far shore of a river and called to him. Tattered gods slouching in their rags across the waste.
âCORMAC MCCARTHY, THE ROAD
âIâm very brave generally,â he went on in a low voice: âonly to-day I happen to have a headache.â
âLEWIS CARROLL, THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Richard Kadrey
About the Publisher
YOUâD THINK THE end of the world would be exciting, but this apocalypse is about as much fun as dental surgery.
Take the current situation. Sitting at a dead stop in traffic, as lively as a stone angel over a tomb. Not one car has moved in ten minutes. Itâs bumper to bumper on Sunset Boulevard, which is nothing new, but this kind of traffic is 24/7 these days, as it seems like half the city is hightailing it out of Dodge all at once. And the rain. Itâs been coming down nonstop for two weeks. Itâs like L.A. lost a bet with God and the old bastard is pissing his Happy Hour whiskey all over the city. Which, when you get down to it, isnât far from the truth. This isnât how I figured Iâd ring in the apocalypse.
âAny time now, Jeff Gordon,â says Candy from the passenger seat. âI thought this was supposed to be a car chase.â
âBy current L.A. standards, this is a car chase.â
âCurrent L.A. seriously blows. And I think my boots are starting to grow gills.â
Weâre in an Escalade I stole in Westwood. I hate these showboats, but it can handle the flooded streets and gets me high enough over the other cars that I can keep an eye on a cherry black â69 Charger up ahead. Thereâs a guy inside that U.S. Marshal Wells, grand high shitbird boss of the Golden Vigil, wants to talk to.
âI should go up there, rip the fuckerâs door off, and stuff him in the back of the van.â
âAnd you could take a brass band so no one misses the show. Your boss would love that.â
âHe wants discreet, but he knows Iâm not good at discreet. I swear he did this to me on purpose.â
I reach for the Maledictions in my coat pocket. Drop them and the lighter on the floor on Candyâs side. She picks them up and taps out a cigarette.
âMarshal Wells is a man of God,â says Candy, grinning. âHe only has your best interests at heart.â
âAbraham was a man of God and he almost did a Jack the Ripper on his kid to prove it.â
âSee? You get off light. Your father figure just sends you out in the rain to drown.â
