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The Day Watch

The Day Watch

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by Sergei Lukyanenko, Andrew Bromfield (Translator), Vladimir Vasiliev, Andrew Bromfield (Translator)

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The second book in the internationally bestselling Night Watch series—the powers of Darkness and the forces of Light grow closer to war.

Tor the past one thousand years, the two factions of the Others—an ancient race of magicians, shape-shifters, vampires, and other supernatural beings—have been locked in an uneasy truce as the powers of


The second book in the internationally bestselling Night Watch series—the powers of Darkness and the forces of Light grow closer to war.

Tor the past one thousand years, the two factions of the Others—an ancient race of magicians, shape-shifters, vampires, and other supernatural beings—have been locked in an uneasy truce as the powers of Darkness and the forces of Light secretly maneuver for the upper hand.

Now in the thrilling follow-up to the internationally bestselling Night Watch, we track members of the Dark Others—called the Day Watch and tasked with keeping the Light Others in check—including a young witch who has had the tragic misfortune of falling in love with a Light Other; a powerful warlock struggling to understand his purpose in the war; and a top lieutenant who worries that Zabulon, the leader of the Day Watch, is planning to betray him. Meanwhile, a forbidden artifact with the ability to bring the most dangerous Dark magician in history back to life has gone missing.

As the inevitable war between the forces of Darkness and Light threatens to destroy modern-day Moscow, it becomes clear that good and evil are only a matter of perspective.

Editorial Reviews

In this logical follow-up to Night Watch, the shaky thousand-year truce between Light and Dark is threatened by the theft of a unique artifact. Watching each other warily, leaders on both sides scheme to find advantage in a cold war disguised as peace even as the impartial Inquisitors struggle to maintain the precarious balance. Day Watch exposes a shadowy planet where humans, vampires, werewolves, and witches interface, often unaware that they are mere puppets in a larger conflict. For many years, Kazakhstan-born, Moscow-based writer Sergei Lukyanenko has been a top-selling author in Russia and Europe. This paperback original should gain him comparable recognition among American readers.
Publishers Weekly

The morally ambiguous second volume in Lukyanenko's trilogy (after 2006's Night Watch, a major literary and cinematic success in Russia) portrays the epic supernatural struggle between good and evil from the point-of-view of the witch Alisa Donnikova. Lukyanenko imagines a parallel reality, where human history has been shaped by a centuries-old conflict between the Dark Ones and the Light Ones, magical beings whose existence is kept carefully hidden from humanity. After Alisa, a Dark One, loses her powers in a minor confrontation with some Light Ones, she heads to the Crimea to recuperate at a girls' camp, where she feeds on children's nightmares. There she falls in love with Igor, who turns out to be a Light magician. The plot centers on the ramifications of their romance and the theft of Fafnir's Talon, a powerful artifact whose provenance is linked to the legendary Ring of the Nibelungs. Though the artifact conceit is less well developed than that of the truth-telling instrument in Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials series, the fast-paced story augurs well for the last installment. (Mar.)

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Miramax Books
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Sergei Lukyanenko's Night Watch Series , #2
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5.18(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)

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The entrance did not inspire respect. The coded lock was broken and not working, the floor was littered with the trampled butts of cheap cigarettes. Inside the lift the walls were covered with illiterate graffiti, in which the word ‘Spartak’ figured as often as the usual crude obscenities; the plastic buttons had been burned through with cigarettes and painstakingly plugged with chewing-gum that was now rock-hard.

The door into the apartment on the fourth floor was a good match for the entrance: some hideous old kind of Soviet artificial leather, cheap aluminium numbers barely held up by their crookedly inserted screws.

Natasha hesitated for a moment before she pressed the doorbell. She must be insane to hope for anything from a place like this. If you were so crazy or desperate that you decided to try magic, you could just open the newspaper, switch on the TV or listen to the radio. There were serious spiritualist salons, experienced mediums with internationally recognised diplomas . . . It was all still a con, of course. But at least you’d be in pleasant surroundings, with pleasant people, not like this last resort for hopeless losers.

She rang the bell anyway. She didn’t want to waste the time she’d spent on the journey.

For a few moments it seemed that the apartment was empty. Then she heard hasty footsteps, the steps of someone in a hurry whose worn slippers are slipping off their feet as they shuffle along. For a brief instant the tiny spy-hole went dark, then the lock grated and the door opened.

‘Oh, Natasha, is it? Come in, come in . . .’

She had never liked people who spoke too familiarly from the very first meeting. There ought to be a little more formality at first.

But the woman who had opened the door was already pulling her into the apartment, clutching her unceremoniously by the hand, and with an expression of such sincere hospitality on her ageing, brightly made-up face that Natasha didn’t feel strong enough to object.

‘My friend told me that you . . .’ Natasha began.

‘I don’t know, I don’t know about that, my dear,’ said her hostess, waving her hands in the air. ‘Oh, don’t take your shoes off, I was just going to clean the place up . . . oh, all right then, I’ll try to find you a pair of slippers.’

Natasha looked around, concealing her disgust with difficulty.

The hall wasn’t so very small, but it was crammed incredibly full. The light bulb hanging from the ceiling was dull, maybe thirty watts at best, but even that couldn’t conceal the general squalor. The hallstand was heaped high with clothes, including a musquash winter coat to feed the moths. The lino of the small area of floor that could be seen was an indistinct grey colour. Natasha’s hostess must have been planning her cleaning session for a long time.

‘Your name’s Natasha, isn’t it, my daughter? Mine’s Dasha.’

Dasha was fifteen or twenty years older than her. At least. She could have been Natasha’s mother, but with a mother like that you’d want to hang yourself . . . A pudgy figure, with dirty, dull hair and bright nail varnish peeling from her fingernails, wearing a washed-out house coat and crumbling slippers on her bare feet. Her toenails glittered with nail varnish too. God, how vulgar!

‘Are you a seer?’ Natasha asked. And in her own mind she cried: ‘What a fool I am.’

Dasha nodded. She bent down and extracted a pair of rubber slippers from a tangled heap of footwear. The most idiotic kind of slippers ever invented — with all those rubber prongs sticking out on the inside. A Yogi’s dream. Some of them had fallen off long before, but that didn’t make the slippers look any more comfortable.

‘Put them on!’ Dasha suggested joyfully.

As if hypnotised, Natasha took off her sandals and put on the slippers. Goodbye, tights. She was bound to end up with a couple of ladders. Even in her famous Omsa tights with their famous Lycra. Everything in this world was a swindle invented by cunning fools. And for some reason intelligent people always fell for it.

‘Yes, I’m a seer,’ Dasha declared as she attentively supervised the donning of the slippers. ‘I got it from my grandma. And my mum too. They were all seers, they all helped people, it runs in our family . . . Come through into the kitchen, Natasha, I haven’t tidied up the rooms yet . . .’

Still cursing herself for being so stupid, Natasha went into the kitchen, which fulfilled all her expectations. A heap of dirty dishes in the sink and a filthy table — as they appeared, a cockroach crawled lazily off the table-top and round under it. A sticky floor. The windows had obviously not been spring-cleaned and the ceiling was fly-spotted.

‘Sit down.’ Dasha deftly pulled out a stool from under the table and moved it over to the place of honour — between the table and the fridge, a convulsively twitching Saratov.

‘Thank you, I’ll stand.’ Natasha had made her mind up defin­itely not to sit down. The stool inspired even less confidence than the table or the floor. ‘Dasha . . . That’s Darya?’

‘Yes, Darya.’

‘Darya, I really only wanted to find out . . .’

The woman shrugged. She flicked the switch on the electric kettle — probably the only object in the kitchen that didn’t look as if it had been retrieved from a rubbish tip. She looked at Natasha.

‘Find out? There’s nothing to find out. Everything’s just as clear as can be.’

For a moment Natasha had an unpleasant, oppressive sensation, as if there wasn’t enough light in the kitchen. Everything went grey, the agonised rumbling of the refrigerator and the traffic outside on the avenue fell silent. She wiped the icy perspiration from her forehead. It was the heat. The summer, the heat, the long journey in the metro, the crush in the trolleybus . . . Why hadn’t she taken a taxi? She’d sent away the driver with the car — well, she’d been embarrassed to give anyone even a hint of where she was going and why . . . but why hadn’t she taken a taxi?

Meet the Author

Sergei Lukyanenko was born in Kazakhstan and educated as a psychiatrist. He began publishing science fiction in the 1980s and has published more than twenty-five books. He lives in Moscow with his wife and son.

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Day Watch 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 79 reviews.
Jimmy Ford More than 1 year ago
The story is one of the most original stories I have yet to come across. The worlds he intertwines together are fantastical. The characters and their special abilities are as well.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the sequel to the awesome Day Watch, and the second book in the 4-book series. For those familiar with the first book, this book is told from the Day Watch's point of view instead of Anton's point of view. It is an interesting take on the whole situation they are one, and you can almost empathize with the Day Watch's point of view. It helps you understand why they do what they do, and in the last two books, this mentality rounds out the characters much more. When the Dark Others are seen to act in a single-dimensional way, this book lets you see that they are really personal, deep and romantic characters.
winkieunc More than 1 year ago
I thought this book did a good job of picking up from Night Watch. As with Night Watch, the first two stories of Day Watch seemed unrelated until the last story. I cannot read the next book in the series.
ChelseySanes More than 1 year ago
When I first read Night Watch, i was captivated. I soon read Day Watch and then Twilight/(or Dusk) Watch (they go in order) Lukanenko has got the whole perspective thing down. He explains things like others, and the gloom so well. He does it in such a way that when you try to explain what the book is really about to your friends, it doesn't do it justice. It sounds cliche but in reality its far far from it. I have never kept with a series like this ever. Im growing antsy for Last Watch
and every time I get to the end of one of the books, i put it down, because i don't want to finish it because then its over. Im recommending this series to anyone who appreciates fantasy and writers that don't sell out and make cliche vampire love stories (im not knocking Stephanie Mayers and Twighlight but the hype is just annoying and frankly there is really nothing special or extra ordinary about those Twighlight books)
The Watch Series isn't about love, I cant tell you what the books are about, because everyone takes something different out of them. I will tell you, what I took out of it- I think its about finding the light within yourself amidst the evil that surrounds us in this world. These books truly were fascinating, enlightening, and amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just wonder how many levels of Twilight are there, and if Alisa will ever be fully and irreversibly materialized
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Hard to follow at times but all three are amazing
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