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While on holiday in Scotland, visiting a macabre tourist attraction, "The Dungeons of Edinburgh," a young Russian tourist is murdered. As the police grapple with the fact that the cause of the young man's death was a massive loss of blood, the Watches are immediately aware that there is a renegade vampire on the loose. Anton—the hero of The Night Watch, The Day Watch, and The Twilight Watch—is detailed to this seemingly mundane investigation, but on arriving in Scotland begins to realize that there is much more to the story than a wildcat vampire and a single murder.
Aided by Thomas, the head of Edinburgh's Night Watch, Anton investigates and ruminates, and becomes aware that a team of unlicensed Others are hunting for a fabled magical treasure, hidden in the sixth level of the Twilight by Merlin himself. Praise for The Night Watch:
"A sceptical, intelligent thriller." Telegraph (UK)
"Fascinating... One of the most original and readable supernatural fictions in some time." Scotland on Sunday
"Magical... modern, new and distinctly creepy... Inventive [and] sardonic." Independent (UK)
"Brace yourself for Harry Potter in Gorky Park... The novel contains some captivating scenes and all kinds of marvelous, inventive detail: The vampires' seduction of a teenage boy is bone-chilling; ... and the fantastical powers exercised by Anton and his colleagues range from delightful to awesome." The Washington Post Book World In Russia, all volumes of the Night Watch series have sold over two million hardcovers between them. The Night Watch has been adapted into an internationally successful film, which has been distributed around the world. Sergei Lukyanenko lives in Moscow. PROLOGUE
Lera looked at Victor and smiled. Inside every man, no matter how grown-up, there was still a little boy. Victor was twenty-five years old and of, course, he was grown-up. Valeria was prepared to insist on that with all the conviction of a nineteen-year-old woman in love.
'Dungeons,' she said straight into Victor's ear. 'Dungeons and dragons. Oo-oo-oo!'
Victor snorted. They were sitting in a room that would have been dirty if it wasn't so dark. Jostling all around them were excited children and adults with embarrassed smiles. On a stage decorated with mystical symbols a young man wearing white make-up and a long flowing black cloak was making frightening faces. He was lit up from below by a few crimson light bulbs.
'Now you are going to learn what real horror is like!' the young man drawled menacingly. 'Aagh! A-a-a-agh! Even I feel afraid at the thought of what you are going to see!'
He spoke with the precise articulation that only drama college students have. Even Lera, who didn't know much English, could understand every word.
'I like the dungeons in Budapest,' she whispered to Victor. 'They have real old dungeons there ... it's very interesting. And all they have here is one big "room of horror".'
Victor nodded guiltily and said:
'But at least it's cool in here.'
September in Edinburgh had turned out hot. Victor and Lera had spent the morning in the royal castle, a centre of tourist pilgrimage. They had had a bite to eat and had drunk a pint of beer each in one of the countless pubs. And then they had found somewhere to take shelter from the midday sun ...
'Sure you haven't changed your minds?' the actor in the black cloak asked.
Lera heard someone crying quietly behind her. She turned round and was surprised to discover that it was a grown girl, about sixteen years old. Standing there with her mother and little brother. Several attendants surfaced out of the darkness and quickly led the entire family away.
'There you have the other side of European prosperity,' Victor said didactically. 'Would any grown girl in Russia be frightened by a "room of horror"? Westerner's lives are too calm and peaceful, it makes them afra
Aided by Thomas, the head of Edinburgh's Night Watch, Anton investigates and ruminates, and becomes aware that a team of unlicensed Others are hunting for a fabled magical treasure, hidden in the sixth level of the Twilight by Merlin himself. Praise for The Night Watch:
"A sceptical, intelligent thriller." Telegraph (UK)
"Fascinating... One of the most original and readable supernatural fictions in some time." Scotland on Sunday
"Magical... modern, new and distinctly creepy... Inventive [and] sardonic." Independent (UK)
"Brace yourself for Harry Potter in Gorky Park... The novel contains some captivating scenes and all kinds of marvelous, inventive detail: The vampires' seduction of a teenage boy is bone-chilling; ... and the fantastical powers exercised by Anton and his colleagues range from delightful to awesome." The Washington Post Book World In Russia, all volumes of the Night Watch series have sold over two million hardcovers between them. The Night Watch has been adapted into an internationally successful film, which has been distributed around the world. Sergei Lukyanenko lives in Moscow. PROLOGUE
Lera looked at Victor and smiled. Inside every man, no matter how grown-up, there was still a little boy. Victor was twenty-five years old and of, course, he was grown-up. Valeria was prepared to insist on that with all the conviction of a nineteen-year-old woman in love.
'Dungeons,' she said straight into Victor's ear. 'Dungeons and dragons. Oo-oo-oo!'
Victor snorted. They were sitting in a room that would have been dirty if it wasn't so dark. Jostling all around them were excited children and adults with embarrassed smiles. On a stage decorated with mystical symbols a young man wearing white make-up and a long flowing black cloak was making frightening faces. He was lit up from below by a few crimson light bulbs.
'Now you are going to learn what real horror is like!' the young man drawled menacingly. 'Aagh! A-a-a-agh! Even I feel afraid at the thought of what you are going to see!'
He spoke with the precise articulation that only drama college students have. Even Lera, who didn't know much English, could understand every word.
'I like the dungeons in Budapest,' she whispered to Victor. 'They have real old dungeons there ... it's very interesting. And all they have here is one big "room of horror".'
Victor nodded guiltily and said:
'But at least it's cool in here.'
September in Edinburgh had turned out hot. Victor and Lera had spent the morning in the royal castle, a centre of tourist pilgrimage. They had had a bite to eat and had drunk a pint of beer each in one of the countless pubs. And then they had found somewhere to take shelter from the midday sun ...
'Sure you haven't changed your minds?' the actor in the black cloak asked.
Lera heard someone crying quietly behind her. She turned round and was surprised to discover that it was a grown girl, about sixteen years old. Standing there with her mother and little brother. Several attendants surfaced out of the darkness and quickly led the entire family away.
'There you have the other side of European prosperity,' Victor said didactically. 'Would any grown girl in Russia be frightened by a "room of horror"? Westerner's lives are too calm and peaceful, it makes them afra