From the Author:
I spent fifteen years doing disease research at academic centers and pharmaceutical companies. I am an X-Files fan and a science fiction fan. I wanted to write a book that was a little of both--a biotechno-conspiracy book that has real characters with real world problems.
From the Inside Flap:
A Different Type of Hunting "Another one bites the dust!" Maurice Parker quoted, very off-key, as a large, blue eidolon exploded against the backdrop of the Chicago skyline. Nisin Chatterjee wasn't entirely sure of Maurice's flat-toned musical reference, but he understood the point. "God, I love killing these bastards," Maurice added. "Lab work, clinical work-they're all fine, mind you, but nothing beats being out here in the street." "It is good," Nisin agreed softly. He had a hell of a headache, but that wasn't unusual for a night like tonight. "We are doing well." "True, true," Maurice agreed. "Let's head uptown and see what we can scare up there." "I think they know when we are hunting," Nisin suggested, rubbing his forehead a little. "Not at first, but after we kill a few, I think they know." "I wouldn't put anything past them," Maurice agreed coldly. "But we should still be able to kill a few more tonight." "I hope so," Nisin said as they walked up the street to where Nisin's car was parked. As they approached the BMW, they saw another eidolon, off in the distance. Young and weak, obviously newly budded. "Come to me, baby," Maurice said softly. Do you want the kill? He asked Nisin telepathically. Yes, Nisin replied in the same way. It took little more than a strong flick of his mind to send a brilliant spray of red iridescent sparks exploding outward. Nisin smiled. It was a good night.
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