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On Earth as It Is in Hell [Hellboy Series] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Brian Hodge
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy
eBook Description:  Fifty years ago, a blood-red, cloven-hoofed demon was conjured up by Axis powers at the end of World War II, but adopted by the United States government, which gave him the name Hellboy and raised him in secrecy. Today, Hellboy is a top field agent for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. He questions the unknown--then beats it into submission. His latest case: Angels have attacked the Vatican, destroying an entire floor of the building's precious library. That's a new one, even for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. The BPRD dispatches Hellboy and his amphibious colleague, Abe Sapien, to investigate. When they arrive on the scene, they discover that thousands of documents from all eras of history have been destroyed--except for one, saved from the holy fire by an obsessive scholar. His prize? An ancient scroll allegedly written by Jesus the Nazarene--decades after the crucifixion. Hellboy's first thought is that the scroll was the focus of the seraphim's attack--but why would heavenly creatures undertake such violence and ruin? The answer to this puzzle will lead Hellboy down a terrifying trail to ancient gods, vengeful demons, and a hidden world made of the purest evil....
eBook Publisher: Simon & Schuster, Inc./Pocket Books
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2005
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [473 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [337 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT [247 KB]
All formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9781416524113
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 1416524118
 
Chapter 1 Forty-nine hours after the inferno, he could still smell what made it unique. Fires and their aftermath had their own signature smells. Anyone who fought them for a living could tell you as much. A forest fire? It smelled natural… just wood and sap, and lots of it, like a big campfire. An urban blaze was totally different—toxic with all the synthetics they put into the buildings, the furniture, the clothes on their own charred backs. The thing was, he knew smells that few firefighters had ever encountered, and even if they had, most couldn't have recognized them for what they truly were. Hellfire? He knew the smell, all right. Brimstone and bitumen and something like the roasting of marrow-rotted bones that might blacken but never fully burn. Sometimes he felt the smell was never far from his nostrils, something he just knew, a birthright he carried in his blood. This smell, though? Here, in this wreckage and ruin? It was a first for him. Although that didn't mean he had no idea what it was. Divine fire, holy fire, fire from Heaven, to clear and cleanse… it left a lingering scent in the ash, mixed in with the stink of immolation and meltdown, a subtle but jarringly incongruous fragrance, like blossoms in a midsummer field, only more astringent. Sniff it in too great a concentration, and he imagined that it would sear the nostrils. He suspected that it bore some relation to the phenomenon known as the Odor of Sanctity, the sweet fragrances that were sometimes reported accompanying the appearances of saints and manifestations of the divine. That such a smell could linger in a place of so much devastation seemed more than a little like mockery. He'd never smelled it before but was surprised to find that he knew it so readily, as surely as he knew its opposite. Another birthright, maybe, innate knowledge of an enemy he'd been conceived to fight but never had, never would, because he'd chosen differently. Hell's enemies were not his own. Hell's enemies were his allies—the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or so he'd always believed. Divine fire, holy fire, fire from Heaven, to clear and cleanse… The last place he'd expected to come across it was the Vatican. Copyright © 2005 by Mike Mignola
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