The Van Alen Legacy [antikvár]

One Schuylerhere had been little time to mourn. Upon returning to New York after Lawrence's murder in Rio (covered up by the Committee wdth a proper obituary in the Times), Schuyler Van Alen had been on the run. No rest. No respite. A year of constant motion, barely one step ahead of the Venators hunting her. A flight to Buenos Aires followed by one to Dubai. A sleepless night in a youth hostel in Amsterdam followed by another in a bunk bed in an auditorium in Bruges.She had marked her sixteenth birthday aboard the Trans-Siberian Railwaycelebrating with a cup of watery Nescafe coffee and several crumbly Russian tea cookies. Somehow, her best friend, Oliver Hazard-Perry, had found a candle to light in one of the suharkies. He took his job as human Conduit pretty seriously. It was thanks to Oliver's careful accounting that they had been able to stretch their