Darkly Dreaming Dexter: Dexter Morgan (1) by JEFF LINDSAYDarkly Dreaming Dexter: Dexter Morgan (1) by JEFF LINDSAY

Darkly Dreaming Dexter: Dexter Morgan (1)


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The Basis for a New Showtime® Original Series Starring Michael C. Hall

Meet Dexter Morgan, a polite wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s handsome and charming, but something in his past has made him abide by a different set of rules. He’s a serial killer whose one golden rule makes him immensely likeable: he only kills bad people. And his job as a blood splatter expert for the Miami police department puts him in the perfect position to identify his victims. But when a series of brutal murders bearing a striking similarity to his own style start turning up, Dexter is caught between being flattered and being frightened–of himself or some other fiend.
Jeff Lindsay is the author of Darkly Dreaming Dexter. He lives in South Florida with his wife and three daughters.
Title:Darkly Dreaming Dexter: Dexter Morgan (1)Format:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 7.99 × 5.19 × 0.67 inPublished:September 19, 2006Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from good book this is a good book! make me want to read the next one #plumreview
Date published: 2018-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from good! good book! I had to read the next one right away! #plumreview
Date published: 2018-01-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The did a better job live This book was very intriguing but there were certain aspects which felt hard to follow. Like how he connected to the kids because they were both sadistic. I like the portrayal in the show much much better. It felt more seamless when the brought the serial killer he was up against in the show more than the book itself. All in all it wasnt a bad read, in face the girl I shared lent it to ended up stealing the book because she liked it so much.
Date published: 2017-12-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good witty and interesting the first few books are better then the newer books of the series
Date published: 2017-08-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book Good read, certainly different from the TV series but good overall, nice to see an alternative story line for Dexter.
Date published: 2017-07-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great!! Different from the show but both are awesome. Definitely give it a read if you liked the show.
Date published: 2017-07-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Good read, certainly different from the TV series but good overall, nice to see an alternative story line for Dexter.
Date published: 2017-06-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Dexter Great novel! While reading, you can really imagine Michael C. Hall narrating the whole thing
Date published: 2017-06-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fun The Dexter in the books is a lot different from the Dexter in the show. Less dreary and more sarcastic and fun. Definitely prefer the book (though the series gets a lot worse after this point...)
Date published: 2017-02-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this This Dexter is different from the one in the show, a bit less dreary and a lot more sarcastic.
Date published: 2017-02-09
Rated 1 out of 5 by from not great the series was far better, in this case
Date published: 2017-02-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Darkly Dreaming Dexter The series started out strong. Dexter is witty, dark and snarky. He is admirable as well, for a serial killer anyway. Jeff Lindsay hit a home run with the few couple.
Date published: 2017-02-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! I read the books first, like the show too
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good Book Was super funny....great read after i was a viewer of the tv show first!
Date published: 2017-01-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic series, better than the TV This first book particularly plays out like the first show of the TV show, but with many differences. Personally I think the book is much more effective and has a better way of completing the story. Very well written and easy to read.
Date published: 2017-01-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from so much different than the television adaption. if you're a fan of the tv series you should definitely look into the original source. theres such a vast amount of differences and as I fan I have to say that I like the contrast.
Date published: 2017-01-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This book is killer This is so not like the tv series. In the book some one is dead but in the tv series she is still alive. Also he lets some one who knows his dark secret go(hint:his brother)
Date published: 2015-10-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Far from the tele I got this book as i enjoyed watching the tv show. To my suspise the book is a lot different. It is of course better then the tv show as most books are.
Date published: 2015-09-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Darkly Dreaming Dexter Wow what a read! Loved every page. Be sure to read it. Dexter had a heart hidden under his confused mind. He loved his sister and only her. He tried to fight his demons by doing what he perceived as good. It was his way of dealing with insanity. Great book!
Date published: 2014-09-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! Loved this- fluid story line, great internal dialogue.
Date published: 2013-07-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Dexterous! Short but a good read. Nice background and shading for fans of the TV series. I will be reading the series, I think...
Date published: 2013-07-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Ice truck killer Very different fr the TV series...
Date published: 2013-05-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book This is my first e-book and I am hooked. I'm not an avid reader but Jeff Lindsay's writing style is very easy to become in grossed in..
Date published: 2013-02-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Off to a good start Let me start by saying that when I started reading this series, I had not watched the TV show that they are based on. When TV shows or movies are based on a book or series of books, I always prefer to read the book before seeing the show or movie. I can honestly say that for this series, I enjoyed both. In Darkly Dreaming Dexter, we are introduced to our protagonist when he is at his happy slashing best. We are given some background into who Dexter is and more importantly, why he is the way he is. His adoptive father Harry is a cop who realizes when Dexter is a teenager that there is something different about him. Dexter is a serial killer! Realizing that he will never be able to change Dexter, Harry instead crafts a serial killer code that Dexter must live by. Instead of running amok around the city of Miami, Dexter takes care of those who have escaped justice at the hands of the law. How does Dexter get away with being a serial killer? Well on top of being trained by a cop, Dexter himself is a blood splatter analyst with the police department. Who better than to get away with murder than someone who spends his days investigating them? Joined by his adopted sister Deborah, who is also a cop, Dexter begins investigating a pecuilar series of murders. Sooner rather than later Dexter begins to feel a certain affinity with his fellow artist. Dexter really is the best anti-hero I have ever read about. I find myself, despite knowing that I probably shouldn't, always rooting for him. That is what is really special about this character. You know he is a killer. You know killing is wrong, no matter the reason. Somehow though, Jeff Lindsay has managed to create a character in Dexter that despite all of his perversion and murder, is just downright likeable. Dexter's sometimes bumbling attempts to fit in and appear normal are a large part of his appeal. He admits things in his inner monologue's that no one else would ever consider, and trust me, it's not just confined to the killing. On it's own, the book is great. It is not laugh out loud funny, but gave me more than a few laughs with Dexter's dry sarcastic wit and macabre sense of humor. The plot moved along well, and Jeff Lindsay really found the perfect balance between past/present; giving some very good insight into Dexter's character. I must say that I was surprised by the ending, and that is not something that happens often.
Date published: 2011-12-05
Rated 2 out of 5 by from ehhh This was anothe rbook chosen for the book club i am in. I could of done without reading this book. I didnt find it funny, like the reviews on the back of the cover... i found it dull, and though it was an easy read, i easily put the book down! Not my kind of book.
Date published: 2009-05-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great if you haven't seen the show If you haven't watched the Dexter series, shown on HBO and now Showcase, you will love this book. If you have seen the series, you will be bored. The series is taken almost directly from the book, almost word for word in some instances. The only difference is that some of the characters are slightly different in the book compared to the series. I saw the TV show first and then read the book. I wish I had done it the opposite way. If you like quirky, different stories, you'll like this.
Date published: 2009-01-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting, but not the Showtime Show. Fans of the Showtime series may find this book a tad disappointing at times. While the story arc is very similar to season 1, the ending is quite different and characters other than Dexter himself remain underdeveloped and seem mostly to be incidental vehicles to help drive the plot. Many of the nuances of the TV shows that psychology (or at least serial killer) buffs recognize that make the show realistic are absent from the novel. Does Dexter have a conscience, or merely a set of ethics?
Date published: 2008-11-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from I could become a fan yet Previously perplexed Pamela's past postulation of the preposterous popularity of HBO's Dexter has diminished and she is now pleasantly surprised by reading Darkly Dreaming Dexter. ; ) After learning about the character through first person narration, I have now connected with this bizarre sociopath (can we even call him that, being he has a conscience) and will have the patience to make it past two episodes and possibly even become a fan in accordance with the masses. www.booksnakereviews.blogspot.com
Date published: 2008-11-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Morbid halarity This is a very surprising work of fiction. I thought it was just going to be another serial killer book...a serial killer who is an avenger at that. But the insight into the mind of Dexter is amazing. The fact that it is a first person book that really takes you inside the mind of a serial killer who, although he feels has no capability for human emotions, is actually quite filled with a sense of humaity. Although the ending was a bit of a letdown, the foray into how he became what he became is fascinating. I find myself darkly dreaming of the next time I will read of Dexter.
Date published: 2008-02-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wow! I'm not sure if anyone has been watching the television series of Dexter - but the book it 200 times better!! There is so much more detail and the ending is NOTHING like the show!! It really sets the stage for the next book!
Date published: 2008-01-23
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Darkly Reading Dexter Darkly Dreaming Dexter is about a lovable serial killer - how many fictional characters fit that description? When he says "if only I had feelings" you think, "awwwwww" - it's a unique character that only a post-Soprano world could conceive. Jeff Lindsay has a nice writing style that keeps the narrative going while at the same time digging deeper into Dexter's deviation. PS: if you squirm at the thought of blood, don't pick this one up!
Date published: 2007-11-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Still like the show better Perhaps I may be biased because of the fact that I watched the tv show before I read this book. I really liked what the show had done with the storyline. I thought it tied in better with the plot and really had everyone on the edge of their seats. The book of course gave more insight to the characters and had comic reliefs that went beyond what could be shown on tv. However, I thought the screenwriters really tied up all loose ends and provided a scintillating climax. The ending was so much better.
Date published: 2007-11-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from For Fans of CSI:LV This book is dark, twisted and funny. For fans who root for the underdog. Dexter is V for forensic science.
Date published: 2006-10-15

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CHAPTER 1Moon. Glorious moon. Full, fat, reddish moon, the night as light as day, the moonlight flooding down across the land and bringing joy, joy, joy. Bringing too the full-throated call of the tropical night, the soft and wild voice of the wind roaring through the hairs on your arm, the hollow wail of starlight, the teeth-grinding bellow of the moonlight off the water.All calling to the Need. Oh, the symphonic shriek of the thousand hiding voices, the cry of the Need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs, the Moondancer. The me that was not-me, the thing that mocked and laughed and came calling with its hunger. With the Need. And the Need was very strong now, very careful cold coiled creeping crackly cocked and ready, very strong, very much ready now--and still it waited and watched, and it made me wait and watch.I had been waiting and watching the priest for five weeks now. The Need had been prickling and teasing and prodding at me to find one, find the next, find this priest. For three weeks I had known he was it, he was next, we belonged to the Dark Passenger, he and I together. And that three weeks I had spent fighting the pressure, the growing Need, rising in me like a great wave that roars up and over the beach and does not recede, only swells more with every tick of the bright night's clock.But it was careful time, too, time spent making sure. Not making sure of the priest, no, I was long sure of him. Time spent to be certain that it could be done right, made neat, all the corners folded, all squared away. I could not be caught, not now. I had worked too hard, too long, to make this work for me, to protect my happy little life.And I was having too much fun to stop now.And so I was always careful. Always tidy. Always prepared ahead of time so it would be right. And when it was right, take extra time to be sure. It was the Harry way, God bless him, that farsighted perfect policeman, my foster father. Always be sure, be careful, be exact, he had said, and for a week now I had been sure that everything was just as Harry-right as it could be. And when I left work this night, I knew this was it. This night was the Night. This night felt different. This night it would happen, had to happen. Just as it had happened before. Just as it would happen again, and again.And tonight it would happen to the priest.His name was Father Donovan. He taught music to the children at St. Anthony's Orphanage in Homestead, Florida. The children loved him. And of course he loved the children, oh very much indeed. He had devoted a whole life to them. Learned Creole and Spanish. Learned their music, too. All for the kids. Everything he did, it was all for the kids.Everything.I watched him this night as I had watched for so many nights now. Watched as he paused in the orphanage doorway to talk to a young black girl who had followed him out. She was small, no more than eight years old and small for that. He sat on the steps and talked to her for five minutes. She sat, too, and bounced up and down. They laughed. She leaned against him. He touched her hair. A nun came out and stood in the doorway, looking down at them for a moment before she spoke. Then she smiled and held out a hand. The girl bumped her head against the priest. Father Donovan hugged her, stood, and kissed the girl good night. The nun laughed and said something to Father Donovan. He said something back.And then he started toward his car. Finally: I coiled myself to strike and--Not yet. A janitorial service minivan stood fifteen feet from the door. As Father Donovan passed it, the side door slid open. A man leaned out, puffing on a cigarette, and greeted the priest, who leaned against the van and talked to the man.Luck. Luck again. Always luck on these Nights. I had not seen the man, not guessed he was there. But he would have seen me. If not for Luck.I took a deep breath. Let it out slow and steady, icy cold. It was only one small thing. I had not missed any others. I had done it all right, all the same, all the way it had to be done. It would be right.Now.Father Donovan walked toward his car again. He turned once and called something. The janitor waved from the doorway to the orphanage, then stubbed out his cigarette and disappeared inside the building. Gone.Luck. Luck again.Father Donovan fumbled for his keys, opened his car door, got into his car. I heard the key go in. Heard the engine turn over. And then--NOW.I sat up in his backseat and slipped the noose around his neck. One quick, slippery, pretty twist and the coil of fifty-pound-test fishing line settled tight. He made a small ratchet of panic and that was it."You are mine now," I told him, and he froze as neat and perfect as if he had practiced, almost like he heard the other voice, the laughing watcher inside me."Do exactly as I say," I said.He rasped half a breath and glanced into his rearview mirror. My face was there, waiting for him, wrapped in the white silk mask that showed only my eyes."Do you understand?" I said. The silk of the mask flowed across my lips as I spoke.Father Donovan said nothing. Stared at my eyes. I pulled on the noose."Do you understand?" I repeated, a little softer.This time he nodded. He fluttered a hand at the noose, not sure what would happen if he tried to loosen it. His face was turning purple.I loosened the noose for him. "Be good," I said, "and you will live longer."He took a deep breath. I could hear the air rip at his throat. He coughed and breathed again. But he sat still and did not try to escape.This was very good.We drove. Father Donovan followed my directions, no tricks, no hesitations. We drove south through Florida City and took the Card Sound Road. I could tell that road made him nervous, but he did not object. He did not try to speak to me. He kept both hands on the wheel, pale and knotted tight, so the knuckles stood up. That was very good, too.We drove south for another five minutes with no sound but the song of the tires and the wind and the great moon above making its mighty music in my veins, and the careful watcher laughing quietly in the rush of the night's hard pulse."Turn here," I said at last.The priest's eyes flew to mine in the mirror. The panic was trying to claw out of his eyes, down his face, into his mouth to speak, but--"Turn!" I said, and he turned. Slumped like he had been expecting this all along, waiting for it forever, and he turned.The small dirt road was barely visible. You almost had to know it was there. But I knew. I had been there before. The road ran for two and a half miles, twisting three times, through the saw grass, through the trees, alongside a small canal, deep into the swamp and into a clearing.Fifty years ago somebody had built a house. Most of it was still there. It was large for what it was. Three rooms, half a roof still left, the place completely abandoned now for many years.Except the old vegetable garden out in the side yard. There were signs that somebody had been digging there fairly recently."Stop the car," I said as the headlights picked up the crumbling house.Father Donovan lurched to obey. Fear had sealed him into his body now, his limbs and thoughts all rigid."Turn off the motor," I told him, and he did.It was suddenly very quiet.Some small something chittered in a tree. The wind rattled the grass. And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self."Get out," I said.Father Donovan did not move. His eyes were on the vegetable garden.A few small mounds of earth were visible there. The heaped soil looked very dark in the moonlight. It must have looked even darker to Father Donovan. And still he did not move.I yanked hard on the noose, harder than he thought he could live through, harder than he knew could happen to him. His back arched against the seat and the veins stood out on his forehead and he thought he was about to die.But he was not. Not yet. Not for quite some time, in fact.I kicked the car door open and pulled him out after me, just to let him feel my strength. He flopped to the sandy roadbed and twisted like an injured snake. The Dark Passenger laughed and loved it and I played the part. I put one boot on Father Donovan's chest and held the noose tight."You have to listen and do as I say," I told him. "You have to." I bent and gently loosened the noose. "You should know that. It's important," I said.And he heard me. His eyes, pounding with blood and pain and leaking tears onto his face, his eyes met mine in a rush of understanding and all the things that had to happen were there for him to see now. And he saw. And he knew how important it was for him to be just right. He began to know."Get up now," I said.Slowly, very slowly, with his eyes always on mine, Father Donovan got up. We stood just like that for a long time, our eyes together, becoming one person with one need, and then he trembled. He raised one hand halfway to his face and dropped it again."In the house," I said, so very softly. In the house where everything was ready.Father Donovan dropped his eyes. He raised them to me but could not look anymore. He turned toward the house but stopped as he saw again the dark dirt mounds of the garden. And he wanted to look at me, but he could not, not after seeing again those black moonlit heaps of earth.He started for the house and I held his leash. He went obediently, head down, a good and docile victim. Up the five battered steps, across the narrow porch to the front door, pushed shut. Father Donovan stopped. He did not look up. He did not look at me."Through the door," I said in my soft command voice.Father Donovan trembled."Go through the door now," I said again.But he could not.I leaned past him and pushed the door open. I shoved the priest in with my foot. He stumbled, righted himself, and stood just inside, eyes squeezed tight shut.I closed the door. I had left a battery lamp standing on the floor beside the door and I turned it on."Look," I whispered.Father Donovan slowly, carefully, opened one eye.He froze.Time stopped for Father Donovan."No," he said."Yes," I said."Oh, no," he said."Oh, yes," I said.He screamed, "NOOOO!"I yanked on the noose. His scream was cut off and he fell to his knees. He made a wet croaky whimpering sound and covered his face. "Yes," I said. "It's a terrible mess, isn't it?"He used his whole face to close his eyes. He could not look, not now, not like this. I did not blame him, not really, it was a terrible mess. It had bothered me just to know it was there since I had set it up for him. But he had to see it. He had to. Not just for me. Not just for the Dark Passenger. For him. He had to see. And he was not looking."Open your eyes, Father Donovan," I said."Please," he said in a terrible little whimper. It got on my nerves very badly, shouldn't have, icy-clean control, but it got to me, whining in the face of that mess on the floor, and I kicked his legs out from under him. I hauled hard on the noose and grabbed the back of his neck with my right hand, then slammed his face into the filthy warped floorboards. There was a little blood and that made me madder."Open them," I said. "Open your eyes. Open them NOW. Look." I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "Do as you're told," I said. "Look. Or I will cut your eyelids right off your face."I was very convincing. And so he did it. He did as he was told. He looked.I had worked hard to make it right, but you have to use what you've got to work with. I could not have done it at all if they had not been there long enough for everything to dry up, but they were so very dirty. I had managed to clean off most of the dirt, but some of the bodies had been in the garden a very long time and you couldn't tell where the dirt began and the body stopped. You never could tell, really, when you stop to think about it. So dirty--There were seven of them, seven small bodies, seven extra-dirty orphan children laid out on rubber shower sheets, which are neater and don't leak. Seven straight lines pointing straight across the room.Pointing right at Father Donovan. So he knew.He was about to join them."Hail Mary, full of grace--" he started. I jerked hard on the noose."None of that, Father. Not now. Now is for real truth.""Please," he choked."Yes, beg me. That's good. Much better." I yanked again. "Do you think that's it, Father? Seven bodies? Did they beg?" He had nothing to say. "Do you think that's all of them, Father? Just seven? Did I get them all?""Oh, God," he rasped out, with a pain that was good to hear."And what about the other towns, Father? What about Fayetteville? Would you like to talk about Fayetteville?" He just choked out a sob, no words. "And what about East Orange? Was that three? Or did I miss one there? It's so hard to be sure. Was it four in East Orange, Father?"Father Donovan tried to scream. There was not enough left of his throat for it to be a very good scream, but it had real feeling behind it, which made up for the poor technique. Then he fell forward onto his face and I let him snivel for a while before I pulled him up and onto his feet. He was not steady, and not in control. His bladder had let loose and there was drool on his chin."Please," he said. "I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't help myself. Please, you have to understand--""I do understand, Father," I said, and there was something in my voice, the Dark Passenger's voice now, and the sound of it froze him. He lifted his head slowly to face me and what he saw in my eyes made him very still. "I understand perfectly," I told him, moving very close to his face. The sweat on his cheeks turned to ice. "You see," I said, "I can't help myself either."From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

"A macabre tour-de-force." —The New York Times Book Review“A dark comedy with a creative twist.”—The Miami Herald“Dark and devious. . . . . Daring and unexpectedly comedic.” —USA Today"Maybe the first serial killer who unabashedly solicits our love." —Entertainment Weekly"With chills like these, you can skip the air-conditioning." —Time"One of the most likeable vigilante serial killers in recent thriller literature." —The New Yorker“Demonology has a dastardly new darling.” —The New York Times “Just when you think (hope?) that the tired and rarely credible device of the serial killer next door has hit a wall, along comes a writer like Jeff Lindsay to prove you wrong. . . . So enjoyable.” —Chicago Tribune“Mordantly funny.” —The New York Post“A fresh, inventive slice of crime fiction that turns the axis of good and evil . . . upside down. A psychological thriller in the best sense of the genre.” —The Sun-Sentinel (Fort Lauderdale, FL)“A memorable debut with a hero who really ought to be in a mental institution, but is too much fun to lock up.” —The Rocky Mountain News (Denver, CO)“Dexter’s captivating, first-person account is a genuinely exciting read.” —Time Out (NY)“This ghoulish, fascinating tale . . . will grip readers and make a lasting impression.” —The Philadelphia Inquirer“Entertaining. . . . Dexter is a fascinating character, though he’s not the kind of guy you’d like to invite to dinner.” —Chicago Sun-Times"Fun, terrifically fresh. . . . It's thrilling to watch Dexter struggle between everyday vanilla reality and the compelling, kaleidoscopic thrall of his own bloody fantasies." —Linda Marotta, Fangoria“Totally captivating. . . . Totally original. The characters are beautifully drawn, particularly Dexter, who is tremendously likeable, his hobby not withstanding.” —The St. Petersburg Times (FL)“Lindsay gets high marks for originality, atmosphere, vibrant action scenes and having the brass to write this in the first place.” —Tulsa World“Jeff Lindsay sure does it right with Darkly Dreaming Dexter.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer“Newcomer Jeff Lindsay has created a unique hero. . . . Intriguing.” —Mystery Scene“In creating a singularly unique killer, Lindsay also manages to create a few sleepless nights for the reader.” —Anniston Star (Anniston, AL)From the Paperback edition.