Dennis Wheatley:Traitors' Gate - Gregory Sallust Series #9
- Livres de poche 2005, ISBN: 9780090031702
Orion (an Imprint of The Orion P. Very Good. 5.98 x 1.57 x 9.17 inches. Paperback. 2004. 464 pages. <br>In Robert Ludlum's ground-breaking career, no othe r character so capture… Plus…
Orion (an Imprint of The Orion P. Very Good. 5.98 x 1.57 x 9.17 inches. Paperback. 2004. 464 pages. <br>In Robert Ludlum's ground-breaking career, no othe r character so captured and held the world's imagination as Jason Bourne. He appeared in three of Robert Ludlum's own #1 bestselli ng novels - The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bo urne Ultimatum - and they remain amongst Ludlum's most-read and m ost-loved books to this day. Now, for the first time ever, the Es tate of Robert Ludlum has acceded to the demands of readers aroun d the world, turning to bestselling author Eric Van Lustbader to bring Jason Bourne back to life in a thrilling new novel. Jason Bourne is known and feared in the deadly world of covert-ops as o ne of the most highly skilled assassins for hire. Bourne, however , was merely an identity assumed by CIA agent David Webb, a perso nality implanted by the CIA to facilitate a dangerous operation, but one that threatened to subsume David Webb entirely. Years af ter the events of The Bourne Identity, Webb is no longer an activ e CIA agent and is now a professor of Eastern Studies at Georgeto wn University, living a quiet life, far from the dangers of his p revious life. Until one day he finds himself the target of an ass assin nearly as skilled as himself and is framed for the brutal m urder of his two closest associates and friends. Fighting for his life against unseen assailants, as well as the full resources of the CIA who believe he has gone dangerously rogue, the Bourne id entity asserts itself, leaving Jason Bourne in control. Now Bourn e must use all his skills to stay alive as he battles against a d etermined assassin, the combined skills of the world's intelligen ce networks, and a shadowy figure in the background, skillfully m anipulating events and people, in a far deadlier and more dangero us game than any of them realize. Editorial Reviews From Publis hers Weekly Veteran thriller maestro Lustbader (Black Heart, etc. ) seizes the reins of Robert Ludlum's bestselling Jason Bourne se ries, proving that even Ludlum's death can't stop the ex-CIA oper ative. David Webb, a mild-mannered Georgetown professor, harbors his old Bourne identity deep within his psyche--except in moments of danger. A mysterious assassin, Khan, has targeted Webb. Seeki ng counsel from his old CIA handler, Alex Conklin, Webb arrives a t Conklin's home to find him, along with Webb's psychiatrist and friend, Mo Panov, murdered. Unsurprisingly, it's a setup, and Web b is declared a rogue agent and the prime suspect. His only clue to the real killer is a pad of paper with a faint impression of t he notation NX 20. Meanwhile, in Reykjavik, preparations are unde rway for the upcoming summit on worldwide terrorism. Even the dim mest thriller reader will immediately intuit that Bourne, pursued by the world's leading intelligence agencies, will end up in Ice land confronting some evildoer out to wreak havoc on the internat ional terror conference. And thus it comes to pass. Lustbader has wisely eschewed mimicking Ludlum's signature style--short punchy paragraphs with lots of exclamation points. His own prose, often cliche-ridden (Khan felt as if his brain was about to explode. H e was shaken to his very foundation), is perfectly serviceable, e ffectively conveying the myriad cinematic hairsbreadth escapes, c rosses, double crosses, explosions, furious fisticuffs and careen ing plot twists. It's a hearty serving of meat and potatoes actio n adventure, just the sort of fare that both Ludlum's and Lustbad er's fans relish. Copyright ® Reed Business Information, a divis ion of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. From AudioFile Ja son Bourne, former CIA agent, now David Webb, linguistics profess or at Georgetown University, is framed for the murder of two asso ciates and becomes an assassin's target. Forced to resume his for mer identity, Bourne resurrects his survival skills. Scott Brick depicts Bourne as focused and deadly--willing to risk everything in his pursuit of the murderer, who has a bio-weapon that threate ns millions. Well-done British and French accents add to the narr ation. Espionage, betrayals, and torture culminate in a shocking encounter with a family member from Bourne's past. Eric Van Lustb ader skillfully resurrects the Bourne character created by the la te Robert Ludlum. G.D.W. ® AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine-- Copy right © AudioFile, Portland, Maine From the Back Cover Jason Bou rne Returns From The Shadows As The World's #1 Assassin... Once, Jason Bourne was notorious in the clandestine world of covert-ops as one of the CIA's most expert international killers for hire. Out of the ashes of his violent past he's emerged today as a Geor getown professor, living a quiet life, retired from danger-until he narrowly escapes the bullet of a faceless assassin. And when t wo of Bourne's closest associates are murdered, Bourne knows that his legacy has followed him-and set him up as prime suspect for the brutal crimes. And The World's #1 Target. The quicksand of l ies and betrayals is deeper than Bourne ever imagined. Hunted by the CIA as a dangerous rogue agent, he has only one option to sta y alive-and one last chance to stay one step ahead of an unseen a ssailant whose vengeance is personal. Pursued across the globe, B ourne's on the run, and on the edge of discovering the truth-that he's become the expendable pawn in an international terrorist pl ot. One that's taking every living witness with it and plunging B ourne one step closer to the world-shattering consequences of... The Bourne Legacy Kept [the] surprises coming till the very las t page. -International Herald Tribune on The Bourne Idenity Grip ped as a killer of a thriller! -USA Today on The Bourne Supremacy Visit the Robert Ludlum? Web site at www.ludlumbooks.com Excer pt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE David Webb, professor of linguistics at Georgetown University, wa s buried beneath a stack of ungraded term papers. He was striding down the musty back corridors of gargantuan Healy Hall, heading for the office of Theodore Barton, his department head, and he wa s late, hence this shortcut he had long ago discovered using narr ow, ill-lighted passageways few students knew about or cared to u se. There was a benign ebb and flow to his life bound by the str ictures of the university. His year was defined by the terms of t he Georgetown semesters. The deep winter that began them gave gru dging way to a tentative spring and ended in the heat and humidit y of the second semester's finals week. There was a part of him t hat fought against serenity, the part that thought of his former life in the clandestine service of the U.S. government, the part that kept him friends with his former handler, Alexander Conklin. He was about to round a corner when he heard harsh voices raise d and mocking laughter and saw ominous-seeming shadows playing al ong the wall. Muthfucka, we gonna make your gook tongue come out the back of your head!'' Bourne dropped the stack of papers he had been carrying and sprinted around the corner. As he did so, h e saw three young black men in coats down to their ankles arrayed in a menacing semicircle around an Asian, trapping him against a corridor wall. They had a way of standing, their knees slightly bent, their upper limbs loose and swinging slightly that made the ir entire bodies seem like blunt and ugly aspects of weapons, coc ked and ready. With a start, he recognized their prey was Rongsey Siv, a favorite student of his. Muthafucka,'' snarled one, wiry , with a strung-out, reckless look on his defiant face, we come i n here, gather up the goods to trade for the bling-bling.'' Can' t ever have enough bling-bling,'' said another with an eagle tatt oo on his cheek. He rolled a huge gold square-cut ring, one of ma ny on the fingers of his right hand, back and forth. Or don't you know the bling-bling, gook?'' Yah, gook,'' the strung-out one s aid, goggle-eyed. You don't look like you know shit.'' He wants to stop us,'' the one with the tattooed cheek said, leaning in to ward Rongsey. Yah, gook, whatcha gonna do, kung-fuckin-fu us to d eath?'' They laughed raucously, making stylized kicking gestures toward Rongsey, who shrank back even farther against the wall as they closed in. The third black man, thick-muscled, heavyset, d rew a baseball bat from underneath the voluminous folds of his lo ng coat. ``That right. Put your hands up, gook. We gonna break yo ur knuckles good.'' He slapped the bat against his cupped palm. Y ou want it all at once or one at a time?'' Yo,'' the strung-out one cried, he don't get to choose.'' He pulled out his own baseba ll bat and advanced menacingly on Rongsey.' As the strung-out ki d brandished his bat, Webb came at them. So silent was his approa ch, so intent were they on the damage they were about to inflict that they did not become aware of him until he was upon them. He grabbed the strung-out kid's bat in his left hand as it was comi ng down toward Rongsey's head. Tattoo-cheek, on Webb's right, cur sed mightily, swung his balled fist, knuckles bristling with shar p-edged rings, aiming for Webb's ribs. In that instant, from the veiled and shadowed place inside Webb's head the Bourne persona took firm control. Webb deflected the blow from tattoo-cheek with his biceps, stepped forward and slammed his elbow into tattoo-ch eek's sternum. He went down, clawing at his chest. The third thu g, bigger than the other two, cursed and, dropping his bat, pulle d a switchblade. He lunged at Webb, who stepped into the attack, delivering a short, sharp blow to the inside of the assailant's w rist. The switchblade fell to the corridor floor, skittering away . Webb hooked his left foot behind the other's ankle and lifted u p. The big thug fell on his back, turned over and scrambled away. Bourne yanked the baseball bat out of the strung-out thug's gri p. Muthafuckin' Five-O,'' the thug muttered. His pupils were dila ted, unfocused by the effects of whatever drugs he'd taken. He pu lled a gun---a cheap Saturday-night special---and aimed it at Web b. p0 With deadly accuracy, Webb flung the bat, striking the stru ng-out thug between the eyes. He staggered back, crying out, and his gun went flying. Alerted by the noise of the struggle, a pai r of campus security guards appeared, rounding the corner at a ru n. They brushed past Webb, pounding after the thugs, who fled wit hout a backward glance, the two helping the strung-out one. They burst through the rear door to the building, out into the bright sunshine of the afternoon, with the guards hot on their heels. D espite the guards' intervention, Webb felt Bourne's desire to pur sue the thugs run hot in his body. How quickly it had risen from its psychic sleep, how easily it had gained control of him. Was i t because he wanted it to? Webb took a deep breath, gained a semb lance of control and turned to face Rongsey Siv. Professor Webb! '' Rongsey tried to clear his throat. I don't know---'' He seemed abruptly overcome. His large black eyes were wide behind the len ses of his glasses. His expression was, as usual, impassive, but in those eyes Webb could see all the fear in the world. It's oka y now.'' Webb put his arm across Rongsey's shoulders. As always, his fondness for the Cambodian refugee was showing through his pr ofessorial reserve. He couldn't help it. Rongsey had overcome gr eat adversity---losing almost all his family in the war. Rongsey and Webb had been in the same Southeast Asian jungles, and try as he might, Webb could not fully remove himself from the tangle of that hot, humid world. Like a recurring fever, it never really l eft you. He felt a shiver of recognition, like a dream one has wh ile awake. Loak soksapbaee chea tay?'' How are you? he asked in Khmer. I'm fine, Professor,'' Rongsey replied in the same langua ge. But I don't...I mean, how did you...?'' Why don't we go outs ide?'' Webb suggested. He was now quite late for Barton's meeting , but he couldn't care less. He picked up the switchblade and the gun. As he checked the gun's mechanism, the firing pin broke. He threw the useless gun in a trash bin but pocketed the switchblad e. Around the corner, Rongsey helped him with the spill of term papers. They then walked in silence through the corridors, which became increasingly crowded as they neared the front of the build ing. Webb recognized the special nature of this silence, the dens e weight of time returning to normal after an incident of shared violence. It was a wartime thing, a consequence of the jungle; od d and unsettling that it should happen on this teeming metropolit an campus. Emerging from the corridor, they joined the swarm of s tudents crowding through the front doors to Healy Hall. Just insi de, in the center of the floor, gleamed the hallowed Georgetown U niversity seal. A great majority of the students were walking aro und it because a school legend held that if you walked on the sea l you'd never graduate. Rongsey was one of those who gave the sea l a wide berth, but Webb strode right across it with no qualms wh atsoever. Outside, they stood in the buttery spring sunlight, fa cing the trees and the Old Quadrangle, breathing the air with its hint of budding flowers. At their backs rose the looming presenc e of Healy Hall with its imposing Georgian red-brick facade, nine teenth-century dormer windows, slate roof and central two-hundred -foot clock spire. The Cambodian turned to Webb. Professor, than k you. If you hadn't come....'' Rongsey,'' Webb said gently, do you want to talk about it?'' The student's eyes were dark, unrea dable. What's there to say?'' I suppose that would depend on you .'' Rongsey shrugged. I'll be fine, Professor Webb. Really. This isn't the first time I've been called names.'' Webb stood looki ng at Rongsey for a moment, and he was swept by sudden emotion th at caused his eyes to sting. He wanted to take the boy in his arm s, hold him close, promise him that nothing else bad would ever h appen to him. But he knew that Rongsey's Buddhist training would not allow him to accept the gesture. Who could say what was going on beneath that fortress like exterior. Webb had seen many other s like Rongsey, forced by the exigencies of war, Orion (an Imprint of The Orion P, 2004, 3, Arrow, UK, 1971. Reprint. Paperback. Good. Paperback. 382 pages. *** PUBLISHING DETAILS: Arrow, UK, 1971. Reprint. *** CONDITION: This book is in good condition. More specifically: Covers have light creasing and superficial rubbing/wear. Edges of covers have superficial wear. Spine has minor lean, moderate reading creases and mild fading. . Pages are reasonably tanned. *** ABOUT THIS BOOK: In the summer of 1942, Hungary was not yet embroiled in the war. While in Budapest, Gregory Sallust, British secret agent, lived in a pre-war atmosphere of love and laughter. But when his mission gets him involved with von Ribbentrop's beautiful Hungarian mistress, the laughter is silenced by fear as he desperately struggles to save them both... *** Quantity Available: 1. Category: Fiction; Thrillers; ISBN: 0090031709. ISBN/EAN: 9780090031702. Inventory No: 18030265.. 9780090031702, Arrow, 1971, 2.5<
