Road Trip - Lacey, Heidi
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Hector's your average kinda guy. Nothing fancy. Not very ambitious. Never been out of his hometown. Fine by him. Then a disgraced, albeit well-dressed, Diet Coke-drinking demon who calls himself Art tries to sweet talk Hector into becoming his sidekick. Hector isn't interested. Art's method of persuasion includes blowing up Hector's place of employment and setting Hector up to be blamed. The plan? To stop a certain US president from unleashing some nasty bombs on the Canadians, thus triggering the premature end of the world and--here's the important part--give Art more time to unredeem himself…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
Hector's your average kinda guy. Nothing fancy. Not very ambitious. Never been out of his hometown. Fine by him. Then a disgraced, albeit well-dressed, Diet Coke-drinking demon who calls himself Art tries to sweet talk Hector into becoming his sidekick. Hector isn't interested. Art's method of persuasion includes blowing up Hector's place of employment and setting Hector up to be blamed. The plan? To stop a certain US president from unleashing some nasty bombs on the Canadians, thus triggering the premature end of the world and--here's the important part--give Art more time to unredeem himself so he can earn his way back to hell. If Art has an actual plan, he's not sharing the details with Hector, who finds himself on a speedy cross-country road trip to . . . somewhere. Along the way, he encounters a cat with dubious motives, a homicidal woman with lousy aim, and a nice old lady with a killer recipe for chili. "What could better than saving the world?" the demon coos. "You'll be a hero." Hector's not so sure he wants to save the world. Well, humanity, anyway. Maybe it's time for a new dominant species. Walruses, perhaps. Or cats.
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Heidi Lacey is a nice old lady who used to be a journalist of no particular renown, and then a child welfare social worker. Having to live so fully in the real world was never her ambition, so she moved to a tiny island in the middle of the Salish Sea. When that got too crowded, she left the West Coast and moved to Nova Scotia, where she now lives in a rambling Victorian farmhouse with a ghost (possibly) in the attic and a body (probably) in the basement.