Popular Reads – Chronicles of Nick by Sherrilyn Kenyon
The world of the Dark-Hunters is unlike anything you’ve every seen before. It’s dark. It’s gritty. It’s dangerous…
And it’s a whole lot of fun and a lot of laughs.
My name is Nick Gautier and this is the story of my life.
First off, get the name right. It’s pronounced Go-shay not Go-tee-ay or Goat-chay (that has an extra H in it and as my mom says we’re so poor we couldn’t afford the extra letter). I’m not some fancy French fashion designer. I’m just a regular kid… well as regular as someone with a stripper for a mother and a career felon for a father can be.
But as my mom so often says friends are what God gives us to make up for the families we’re born into. And my mother, in spite of her occupation is a lady and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise. Consider this your notice. You respect Cherise Gautier or I’ll learn you better.
My kingdom is the French Quarter and here I reign as prince. Everyone knows me and I know them.
Now I’m not doing bad for a kid whose education is from the backstreets and alleys. I sweep floors in the doll store along with a few other unmentionable jobs my mom would kill me over if she knew about. I even work as a guide on the “Undead of New Orleans” tours. Everyone who visits the Quarter either takes one or runs into one of these tours passing on the street. You know them. “And on this spot something spooky happened” or some other load of bull. Heck, I make most of it up each night just to keep from being bored.
I mean really, demons? Werewolves? Gods and goddesses on the streets (other than those being portrayed on the Mardi Gras floats)? Vampires? Who believes that crap?
The only blood-suckers I ever saw were the lawyers in their expensive suits and big butt mosquitoes (if you’ve ever been to New Orleans, then you know about the B-52 bombers I’m talking about). Besides, now that Anne Rice has moved out of town, she took the lot of that with her. We’re a vamp-free zone.
And then one night, I decided that even though I’d done a lot of bad things in my life, I wasn’t about to shake down a couple of tourists no matter how much money they had and I didn’t. So instead of beating on some innocents, the guys I hung with beat on me.
They’d have killed me, too, had it not been for this mysterious dude who came out of nowhere and struck them down so fast all I could see was a black blur. The next thing I know, I’m a part of a world I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. And my dreams can be pretty rowdy.
The Dark-Hunters call them Daimons, but I call them scary as all get out. Soul-sucking demons, they’re controlled by a ruthless goddess who has been trapped in a realm she despises. Now it’s a game of cat-and-mouse between the goddess Apollymi and the Dark-Hunter Acheron.
The winner takes the world.
And I am right smack dab in the middle of this war. And don’t even get me started on the zombies one of my friends created or the fact that my new best friend is a demon… oh and never let me forget that I’m being trained by Death himself.
Trust me being undead isn’t for amateurs and it’s not playtime with the paranormal. All the scary things that go bump in the night are real and you should pray you never come into contact with them in their true forms. They exist and are all around us. From the butcher and baker on St. Anne, to the little old doll maker on Royal, to the captain of my football team who happens to be a werewolf. In fact, your favorite restaurant could very well be run by an entire family of shape-shifting bears. And who knew the girl I had a crush on comes from a long line of people who watch over the vampire slayers?
How do I know?
No, I’m not one!
(Summary by GoodReads.com)