“Lashner keeps the reader spellbound.”
New York Times bestselling author William Lashner takes a brief hiatus from his popular series character, lawyer Victor Carl (Hostile Witness, Fatal Flaw, A Killer’s Kiss et al), and electrifies with Blood and Bone—a relentlessly exciting standalone thriller. A gripping story of a hard-luck slacker pulled into a deadly conspiracy surrounding the late father he barely knew, it enthralls and surprises on every page. The Washington Post raves: “Lashner is as impressive as anyone writing thrillers today.” Blood and Bone is the proof.
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New York Times bestselling author William Lashner is the author of seven suspense novels that have been published in more than a dozen languages throughout the world. A graduate of the University of Iowa's Writers' Workshop, he lives with his family outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
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Blood and Bone
Kyle, all of twelve years old, hated the suit.
He hated everything else about this day, too...his Uncle Max's voice droning on from the driver's seat of the battered black pickup, the bright sun shining into his eyes, the way the truck was filled with smoke from his mother's cigarette, the expectant dread that twisted his stomach. But most of all he hated the suit.
His mother had bought it for him just yesterday, snatched it off the rack at some discount warehouse and held it up for him, limp and gray, as if it were some dead animal she had shot and dragged home. "For tomorrow," she said with that same detached smile she had been wearing ever since he came home from school, backpack still on his shoulder, and she told him the news.
"I don't want to wear a suit," he said.
"I bought it big," she said, ignoring his declaration, "so you could have it for next year, too."
And now there it was, wrapped around his body like a fist, his first suit. It didn't fit right; the pants were too long, the shoulders too narrow, the tie choked him. He wondered how anyone could wear such an uncomfortable thing every day. Especially the tie. His father always had one slung around his neck whenever he came for a visit. Navy blue suit, dark thin tie, yellow-toothed smile and shock of white hair. "Hello, boyo," he'd say whenever he saw Kyle, giving his hair a quick tousle.
"I never liked the son of a bitch," said Uncle Max. Uncle Max was Kyle's mother's older brother. He had come out from the city for the funeral, which was a treat in itself. Not.
"Stop it, Max," said Kyle's mother.
"You've been saying for twelve years."
"And I've been right all along, haven't I?" Uncle Max wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Where was he anyway when he got it?"
"What, he had someone stashed there, too?"
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. But we're better off without him, all of us. What did Laszlo say it was?"
"Figures. Is he saving us a place or something?"
Kyle's mother didn't answer. She just inhaled from her cigarette and leaned her head against the window.
"Let me guess. You wasn't even invited."
"Laszlo suggested that it might be best if we didn't come."
"Well, then," said Uncle Max, "this might be more fun than I thought."
Kyle, wedged in the front seat between his uncle and his mother, craned his neck and shaded his eyes as he peered through the windshield. In the sky a dark cloud kept pace with the car. Kyle was missing school today, which was good, but he had a game that afternoon, and he'd probably have to miss that, too, which sucked. And then he hadn't cried yet, which only confirmed what he had always believed, that there was something seriously wrong with him. His mother hadn't cried either, as far as he could tell. She had her strange smile, like in that painting of that Mona lady, and she was smoking, nonstop, which was a sign of something, but Kyle had seen no tears from her. And Uncle Max certainly didn't seem so cut up about the whole thing. So maybe it wasn't such a deal after all. Except in the soft, untrammeled depths of his heart, he knew that it was, knew that it was bigger than everything and that he should be bawling his eyes out and that there was something seriously wrong with him because he wasn't.
The neat little houses passing by gave way to a low stone wall. Beyond the wall were gravestones and small marble crypts like out of Scooby-Doo. The quick change in scenery jolted Kyle back to the unpleasant task at hand. He stuck his thumb into his collar at the front of his neck and yanked it down. It didn't help.
Uncle Max turned the truck into the cemetery. There was a chapel off to the right, like one of the crypts, only large enough to inter an army of ghouls.
"Showtime," said Uncle Max as he pulled into one of the remaining spots in the parking lot and killed the engine.
A thin crowd of mourners milled somberly at the entrance as the three approached. They walked side by side by side...Uncle Max, thick-shouldered and in a loud sport coat; Kyle's mother, tall and drawn in a long black dress; and Kyle, in his ill-fitting gray suit. A few faces turned toward them, and the crowd suddenly stilled, as if they were a trio of gunfighters walking down a dusty street in a -black-and-white western on TV. Kyle hesitated for a moment, but his mother raised her chin and kept on walking as though she hadn't noticed the stares. Kyle hitched his pants and caught up.
On the wall of the chapel, behind a sheet of glass and pressed into a black background, was a series of white plastic letters.Blood and Bone. Copyright © by William Lashner. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
When Kyle Byrne was 12-years old he lost his father. Now as a young adult Kyle has lost both parents and he¿s found himself drifting through life with no ambition and no prospects for his future. On the day he is fired from his job for not showing up he finds out that his father¿s former law partner has been murdered. After the funeral he¿s approached by someone claiming to need a file that his father my have left with Kyle and his mother. Suddenly Kyle has a goal; to find out the truth about his father¿s death and to figure out why everyone is suddenly looking very hard to find this mysterious file.I found this book very hard to get through. Kyle is just not likable with his ¿poor me, I¿m an orphan attitude¿ and lack of ambition. He was an illegitimate child of a married man and his father was barely around while he was young yet we¿re expected to believe that fourteen years later he¿s still haunted by his father¿s death of natural causes.The plot wasn¿t suspenseful enough to grab my attention but I kept reading hoping it would lead to a surprise ending which it never did. The only characters in the book I did enjoy were Kyle¿s best friend Kat and the two detectives investigating the murder of his father¿s law partner. They were believable and humorous throughout.This is my first book by William Lashner and I don¿t think I¿ll be reading anymore.
Lashner knows how to craft a great thriller. This was a new and I assume non recurring main character, but his Victor Carl series is also great fun.
A very good author-I have read all of his books.
Mr. Lashner deviates from his Victor Carl series to give us a standalone read. Kyle Burn barely knew his father and kind of freaks out at his funeral spilling his ashes. 14 years later Kyle is a blue collar worker who likes to play baseball and continually thinks he sees his father. He even scours the newspaper for men approximately his father's age who died and then goes to the funerals. Then suddenly his father's partner is murdered and the murderer approaches Kyle to find the O'Malley file for him. It seems that everyone is after the same file including a semi-mob bookie. Kyle is pursued by two detectives for the murder of his father's partner. As Kyle gets closer to the file he finds himself in more danger. I generally liked the book but what it lacks and why it is not "great" is that the file is in a fairly obvious place and you wonder why the killer didn't find it. Also, a lot of explanations later on seem too obviously regarding Kyle's father's story, the file and the people that the file can hurt. Also, there is not a lot of tenision that are in most thrillers. Even with all these flaws, it still kept my interest till the end and I was able to finish the book fairly quick.
Take Holden Caulfield - Salinger's iconic prototypical slacker from "Catcher in the Rye" - update him to present day Philadelphia, and you have William Lashner's Kyle Byrne, a disaffected societal dropout who's adept at drinking, baseball, and chasing skirts.
Kyle finds himself embroiled in a murder mystery that hinges on the actions of his dead father, the man who sired him illegitimately, and as he grapples to discover the answers to why people are dying, he also hopes to resolve his own conflicted emotions which have held him back from being able to find purpose and direction in his life.
In his first stand-alone novel, Lashner - author of the Victor Carl series - brings us a very entertaining story centered on another of life's amiable bumblers. Engaging, funny where appropriate, told with zest, the story also has a couple of real zinger plot twists (at one point, I told myself, "Whoa! I didn't see THAT one coming!").
This is a fun book. Get it; you'll enjoy it.
His gaze clouded lightly as he watched his Father walk away with another Shecat. He stumbled after them
To catch them I my test? Something something something, lol
Um im not gonna be on at all tomarrow that makes fox darkness and thistlefang in charge. Bye see ya.
We've all read about those who have spent years and mega dollars searching for their birth parents. Now, a master of suspense William
Lashner presents Kyle Byrne, a young man who knew his father, a prominent attorney, but seldom saw him. All he saw was his mother patiently waiting for her lover to visit them; all he knew was the little time his father spent with him teaching him how to play baseball. This was a man who called him "boyo," Kyle assumed because he couldn't remember his real name.
Then when he was 12 years old his father died. Kyle was constrained in a gray suit and too-tight tie to attend his dad's funeral. As an adult he remembers that day well because he, his mother, and volatile Uncle Max were asked to leave the chapel and not allowed to return. They were an offense to the dead man's wife.
As an adult Kyle may have been likable and a fine baseball player, but he was also unreliable, shiftless, and totally without ambition. He drifts from day to day sometimes in an alcohol induced haze - until his father's former law partner is murdered. Kyle attends the funeral just as he has attended the funerals of many lawyers, always signing the condolence books in his father's name. He did this because "as he watched body after body of old dead lawyers being lowered into the ground, lawyers whom in all likelihood his father had known, he felt as if he were standing in for his father."
Kyle's lackadaisical life takes a turn for the worse when he becomes a suspect in the killing of his father's partner. As Kyle tries to exonerate himself he is staggered by an astounding revaluation and forced to run for his very life.
Lashner has created a score of unforgettable characters in this tale of family trials and ties: Robert Spangler is a goose bump raising toady that Anthony Hopkins could play to the hilt, and Kyle's buddy Skitch is a friend in deed and need noted for his ability to "down a pack of Mentos and half a quart of Diet Coke at the same time....."
Lashner pulled out all the stops with Blood and Bone.
- Gail Cooke
Yeah it is kinda disturbing that you would have that.
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Her tail was starry. She had died yesterday. ~Lunastar. Sun the kit just on Shatter. "H-hi! She mewed. Flower followed close behind. ((Rosefire died too, and Fury left. Rosefire might visit when dimfang is around..))
Because this clan is just a load a hooey! Left
Padded in. He looked around before sitting down and sharpening his claws