Honeymoon in Hell
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But what the man at the travel agency had described as paradise quickly turns out to be hell and the dream becomes a nightmare they both want to escape from as soon as possible.
It all begins with a harmless visit the young couple pays to an old fortune teller in the busy harbour town of Marigot. What should have been a joke or a holiday diversion becomes deadly serious and turns out to be the beginning of a terrible series of events for the two when the fortune teller discovers a birthmark on her shoulder... ca. 108 Seiten
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Abriss:
Mysterious events in an exotic location, without love scene, with one dog
Schauplatz:
The Caribbean, the island Dominica
Epoche:
The present
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Personen:
Martha Voss, the heroine, has just married
Oliver Voss. The two want to spend their honeymoon in paradise. They suddenly and unexpectedly find themselves in a tropical hell.
Theodor Husemann, Professor, is a photographer on Dominica. Without him, the young couple wold be lost.
Sybille, the old fortune teller, follower of the Sarango sect, gets the plot moving but doesn't survive for long.
Alessandro, the high priest of the secret Sarango sect, is more interested in money than in religion.
Sergio Rodriguez, the unscrupulous arms dealer, coldly abuses the faith of Sarango's disciples for his own ends.
José Cascareda is the corrupt chief of police in Marigot.
Ludwig, Martha's uncle, played an important part in her childhood. He died when she was 17.
Oliver's brother Anton, a notorious tippler whom Martha regards askance, only mentioned by name.
Bella, a little dog Martha and Oliver find near Marigot (she dies at the end).
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Nach obenWeibliche Hauptrolle First name of heroine ... 161 x The heroine's colour of eyes ... 1 x The heroine's hair colour ... 6 x Name of hometown ... 3 x Männliche Hauptrolle First name of hero ... 205 x Family name of the hero ... 11 x The hero's hair colour ... 2 x The hero's colour of eyes ... 1 x Professor First name of professor ... 25 x Family name of professor ... 93 x Wahrsagerin First name of fortuneteller ... 21 x Hohepriester First name of high priest ... 50 x Waffenschmuggler First name of smuggler of arms ... 21 x Korrupter Polizeichef First name of chief constable ... 13 x Onkel der weiblichen Hauptrolle First name of heroine's uncle ... 12 x Bruder der männlichen Hauptrolle First name of hero's brother ... 2 x Hund der beiden Hauptrollen Name of their dog (female) ... 21 x -
Leseprobe:
(Kursiv: wird durch Ihre Angaben ersetzt)No one would ever have described Martha Voss as a daydreaming romantic. Smart, pretty, blond hair and blue eyes, determined and charming, those were the attributes afforded to her. Perhaps sometimes bitchy and precocious, if the situation demanded it – at least in her opinion. If that was the case she would enclose herself with smiling defiance, and all her enemies' arrows faltered against that defence.
Amongst the student community she was considered „cool“, cool bordering on the arrogant. But then again, Martha Voss had an alter ego, an utterly different side to her, which few apart from Oliver would have expected in her, or even noticed, least of all herself. This one page of her personality had only just now been opened, with her arrival on the island, upon entering a world completely different from the one she had left behind.
She had finished law school, passed all her exams and was anticipating a successful career, and as far as she was concerned, lawyers were supposed to be matter-of-fact types, practical and smooth. This point of view had taken quite a battering since she had arrived,
Was it really only two days since she and Oliver had boarded an airplane in damp, cold rainy London? She still seemed to feel that strange sensation in her stomach, as the plane took off in a cloud of spume and the grey huge city on the Thames was left behind under a thick blanket of fog. And everything else stayed behind under that blanket as well. The stress of the exams which had kept her and Oliver breathlessly busy these last few weeks. The relief when they found themselves among the top five of the field. Then the exciting wedding, with the Best Man stuck in traffic – with the wedding rings! The involuntary dive her aunt had taken in her parents' pool, after slipping, carrying a whole tray of champagne glasses. And when the first round of laughter had died down, the whole party had jumped in as well, even Martha, in her wedding dress, complete with a twenty-foot-long train.
As far as jobs were concerned, they had fortunately had no need to write applications. She and Oliver had had the pick of a dozen large law firms, not counting internationals, and the obvious choice was to remain in Chicago. From the two offers there, they had decided on Abercrombie Huntingdon Fitch Bowman and Partners. Twenty-three lawyers, soon to be twenty-five, focussing on corporate and tax law, a well-respected, long-established law firm, residing in a renovated old building by the river.
Huntingdon and Bowman had actually turned up at the wedding reception, although neither she nor Oliver had signed a contract yet. Martha smiled quietly as she reminisced. It was the merriest party she had ever attended, and she had certainly been at quite a few. Later she was so tipsy that the wedding night was a total washout. It was really lucky that Huntingdon and Bowman had left before Oliver had lost the plot completely. Otherwise they might have come away with a misleading opinion of their new employee.
And then, the worst part, the impending flight for their honeymoon destination. Naturally, everybody thought it would be hilarious to harass them with the most macabre stories. She had never flown before, partly because she hadn't wanted to, partly because as students they hadn't been able to afford it. She was mortally afraid of flying, and there was not one person among her friends and relations who didn't know about her phobia.
“Have you heard then, Martha? Another plane has crashed, over in Peru. Flew right into a mountain, all passengers were killed.” “And remember that Jumbo Jet, that overshot the runway and dived into the ocean right away?” Martha felt like strangling them all, even though she knew it was just good-natured ribbing. So she only smiled painfully. After a sleepless night she had boarded the plane with damp hands and wobbly knees. Her heart was pounding wildly when she heard the hum of the engines, getting louder and louder, while the runway raced past beneath them and the white markings blurred into a single line.
“I think the worst is over,” she wanted to tell Oliver, but as she turned towards him, she found to her surprise that her brand-new husband was already sleeping like a baby.
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