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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Chinese New Year is an incredibly misunderstood holiday. Legend has it that there is a demon that wakes every year seeking human flesh, and it can only be frightened away by bright red color and loud noises. Thus, the Chinese hang red paper on all their window and doors, and set off fire crackers each year. The legend is only partially true. The demon is real. But it seeks only Asian flesh. This time one is roaming China Town in New York City, looking for Chinese folk to kill and eat. And those that do not follow the New Year's traditions, the modern unbelievers of magic and monsters, are easy prey. It is up to Bai Nian Chen to prepare Gulinger Private Academy before it finds a way in. And if it does somehow get in, are the kids at Gulinger High up to the challenge?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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Matthew Calamori strolled into the Gulinger Private Academy Study Hall with his hands stuffed in his pockets, heading to where his pals Troy and Randon were preparing a Lincoln’s Birthday presentation for their American History class. They looked more like a pair of dark haired clones rehearsing a vaudeville act rather than a high school project in action, which made him laugh. But his eyes had turned back, watching Bain Nian Chen over his shoulder. The older boy was scrambling from window to window with armfuls of thin red Chinese paper cuts, tape and glue. Several strings of firecrackers dangled out of Chen’s pockets, dragging on the floor behind him like a tail.
“What is Chen doing?”
Troy shrugged, unconcerned since Chen wasn’t doing anything vampire (or Lincoln) related.
Randon peered with little interest out the door then shook his head. “Don’t know.”
Their thoughts, which he could hear with perfect clarity, were the same as what they had said. No lies there. So they weren’t covering for Chen or anything.
Matt leaned out the door again, watching Chen hurry to the next window where the boy dropped everything, grabbed one of the paper cutouts and taped it on the glass. Then Chen gathered it all up again and ran to the next window, doing the same.
“He’s sweating.”
The pair working on their assignment shrugged again, still not really paying any attention.
Lee, an eighth grader who had been listening at a nearby table, sighed aloud, picked up his things with a huff. He stalked out the room. The thick-set redhead cast Matt a disgusted glare before he left.
“What’s his problem?” Matt gestured with his head to Lee.
