Salsa (n): a sultry, dynamic dance with smooth, fluid movements; usually an introduction to other Latin dances All Sophie Fuentes wants to do is lead a normal life and take care of her family. That’s kind of hard to do, though, when she’s forced to work for a drug cartel and the boss is Satan him
Salsa Nocturna: ssc
✍ Scribed by Daniel José Older
- Publisher
- Jabberwocky Literary Agency, Inc.
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 269 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
A 300 year-old story collector enlists the help of the computer hacker next door to save her dying sister. A half-resurrected cleanup man for Death s sprawling bureaucracy faces a phantom pachyderm, doll-collecting sorceresses and his own ghoulish bosses. Gordo, the old Cubano that watches over the graveyards and sleeping children of Brooklyn, stirs and lights another Malagueña. Down the midnight streets of New York, a whole invisible universe churns to life in this collection of Bone Street Rumba tales. Chronologically, these stories come between Midnight Taxi Tango and Battle Hill Bolero.
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