Fevre Dream -

George R. R. Martin

Bantam Books

2012

587 páginas

19h 34m

ISBN-1: 0

When struggling riverboat captain Abner Marsh receives an offer of partnership from a wealthy aristocrat, he suspects something’s amiss. But when he meets the hauntingly pale, steely-eyed Joshua York, he is certain. For York doesn’t care that the icy winter of 1857 has wiped out all but one of Marsh’s dilapidated fleet. Nor does he care that he won’t earn back his investment in a decade. York has his own reasons for wanting to traverse the powerful Mississippi. And they are to be none of Marsh’s concern—no matter how bizarre, arbitrary, or capricious his actions may prove.

Marsh meant to turn down York’s offer. It was too full of secrets that spelled danger. But the promise of both gold and a grand new boat that could make history crushed his resolve—coupled with the terrible force of York’s mesmerizing gaze. Not until the maiden voyage of his new sidewheeler Fevre Dream would Marsh realize he had joined a mission both more sinister, and perhaps more noble, than his most fantastic nightmare...and mankind’s most impossible dream.
Here is the spellbinding tale of a vampire’s quest to unite his race with humanity, of a garrulous riverman’s dream of immortality, and of the undying legends of the steamboat era and a majestic, ancient river.

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5 (Perfeito)

"No one on the river will ever forget your Fevre Dream"

"A vampire story [...] "Surely you've heard them before. The living dead, immortal, prowlers of the night, creatures without souls, damned to eternal wandering."

Bem, essa é sim uma história sobre vampiros, mas diferente de tudo que você já viu! Mesmo excluindo-se os vampiros, duvido que exista algo parecido com este livro. A ambientação e o contexto histórico são o diferencial mais evidente, assim como o protagonista, Abner Marsh. A escrita é perfeita, mas isso já é óbvio dado quem é o autor.

"The sun would set and darkness would come creeping over the Fevre Dream, and the beast would smile and rise from its chair. All along the grand saloon the doors would open, as the others stirred and woke, all the children of the night, the vampires, the sons and daughters and slaves of the beast."

"I had somethin' in mind myself," Marsh said. "We're Fevre River Packets, after all, and this boat is all I ever dreamed come true." He lifted his hickory stick and pointed at the wheelhouse. "We’ll put it right there, big blue and silver letters, real fancy. Fevre Dream."