I've been told that it does not matter in what order these books are read. They are all stand-alone stories and so I took a risk and skipped number 2 (I don't have a copy of that one) and went right to number 3. It seems fine to do so. Even book number one didn't seem like the first in a serie...
Durell is sent to fight a mad scientist who has the ability to control the weather. The danger is real for the entire northern regions of Europe and Asia are in the grip of an unprecedented, unrelenting blizzard.
They are the Fratelli della Notte, the Brotherhood of the Night, a Sicilian organization almost as powerful as the Mafia. Their reach has been as tremendous as their goals have been secretive. At least until now.
The girl from the moon The Russians claimed her because she was half-Russian. The Chinese claimed her because she was half-Chinese. The Iranians claimed her because she was in their country. The British said she didn't exist . . . and if she did she was a liar, a psychotic, or both. And Har-Buri?...
He could walk without Jamak’s cane, although his leg still ached and he limped a little. His uniform had been buried near the wrecked capsule, but he wore a coarse shirt, trousers and boots donated by the old man. He knew this might lend itself to an espionage charge, but it seemed the least of s...
It’s my business.” “It’s a terrible business,” she said. “Somebody has to do it.” “And you like it, don’t you?” “Not really.” She smiled. “Liar. But I’m fond of you, Sam.” “That remains to be seen,” he said. The pall of smoke that hung over the city and the riverbanks and the eastern jungle was...
He was afraid of the light. The screeching of the birds and the grunting of a wild pig somewhere in the vine-shrouded wilderness beyond the beach terrified him. He knew he was being followed. The sounds of the birds and monkeys and pigs mingled with the sigh and crash of the surf of the Celebes S...
She drove ahead, solitary in the hissing Japan Sea, under an evening sky of dark yellow that was clouded from horizon to horizon, striated with an elemental movement that arched from circle to circle of the hemisphere. From the south, the wind blew like the hot breath of a wakening dragon. The dr...
He was not able to identify the tail, but he knew the man was there. There was a bar at the corner and he turned into it and ordered bourbon and stood at the bar so he could watch the street Nobody passed along the sidewalk that he recognized. His thoughts swung from Deirdre to Stella and then to...
“Intruders, sir.” WHY WERE THEY NOT STOPPED? “Your orders, sir. To see who they were and what they want. There seems to be two groups of them on the beach.” DOING WHAT? “Trying to kill each other, I th...
He has the body of a horse, with a single long horn projecting from his forehead. He combines in himself a love of purity and the strength of a monster. He is usually pure white in color. As a subject of tapestries in the Middle Ages, the unicorn represents the Scottish arms. He cats no living ve...
It took some fast footwork from the lab boys, but there’s no doubt about it. Do you know it means farmhouse?—Boerderij, I mean.” “Yes.” “Well, it’s the fanciest tourist joint this side of Miami. Good beer, fine food, jammed to the rafters with travelers who pay through the...
Inside, it was cool and air-conditioned, with dark oak booths and a long bar glimmering with dim lights behind the racked tiers of bottles. Music played softly somewhere. There were only a few customers. The long blinds in the window were tilted to shut out the hot glare of the sun. They also shu...
The mountain troopers numbered twenty-four men, all tall, tough, rangy members of K’Ayub’s Frontier Rifles. The day was hot and clear. The road north from Rawalpindi was crowded with traffic for the first hour— Army transports, bullock carts plodding the edge of the fields, bicycles, men carrying...
Durell asked. He spoke to Janos Tagy. “He looks as if he’s under drugs.” “Yes. To make him sleep. He should wake up soon.” “Can he walk?” “Yes, a little. But he is not strong enough yet to try to cross the frontier with us.” ...
You’re hurting me. I will scream.” “You asked for it, didn’t you? You walked out here with me, didn’t you? Looking for kicks, huh?” He laughed silently down at her as she tried to twist free of his powerful hands. “Go ahead and yell. Yell for your husband. Yell for Durell. Why don’t you?” “What d...
Land, sea and sky were all the same, bleak and empty, and the night was darker than the dark anxiety inside him. The DC-3 quartered crabwise into the stiff wind, laboring like the sturdy old workhorse that she was. There were no stars and no moon, and as he sat beside the pilot in the dim glow of...
“That, too. You are a Puritan, eh? All Americans frown on the sins of others. But you can lecture me on my sins later. I have go many of them, you will need much time. Please, please. Come in.” “You first,” Durell said grimly. Papa Danat thought his caution was a great joke, and let out a bellow ...
When he turned his head, Olaf moved. The man had enormous recuperative powers. He came at Durell with a quick rush, his head down like a charging bull. But Olaf was not aiming at Durell. He drove for the apartment door instead, moving at incredible speed. Durell spun, lifted his gun, then checked...
He felt bruised and shaken, but this did not trouble him as much as the fact that he had allowed his quarry to escape. A shouted question came from the bar. Jake Moon had stepped cautiously out into the dust left by the Cadillac's wild flight, Angelina behind him. She came running to him. "Are yo...
He spoke in a quiet voice to Durell. “If someone is determined enough, clever enough, and angry enough, and he wants to kill you, he shall succeed. Somewhere. Somehow. Sometime. The victim is doomed. He is a walking corpse.” Durell sat still in the soft wind that blew over...
They had gone through Matale into a thinly populated district of forested mountains, scattered tea and rubber plantations, gleaming reservoirs built by kings long dead. Here and there in the tangled vegetation of the valleys were ruins attesting to ancient glories of kings who built temples and p...
The mist drifted over the mountaintops in a thin tide that hid the dawn in a curtain of pearly iridescence, then poured sluggishly, like steam, through the valleys and crannies of the countryside. The light was a long time coming. Bonfires were built by the villagers at each end of the improvised...