The Long Count
Autor Ron Fausten Limba Engleză Hardback – 10 iun 2013
His name was Jim Racine, and years ago he had been a top heavyweight contender in the United States. But now he’s over the hill and desperate, so he takes a fight in a corrupt South American country—and accidentally kills a young man in the ring. The public outrage forces an investigation, and the government refuses to return his passport. Racine is in limbo, but he figures if he can get to the U.S. Ambassador, his problems will be over. But when he crashes the Ambassador’s party, he runs into a group of young terrorists who kidnap Racine along with the Ambassador and a few of his friends. When the terrorists murder a couple of bystanders in cold blood, Racine knows the hostages are next. But he’s a survivor, and they’re going to have a hell of a time killing him—even if his only escape involves taking all the hostages with him.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781630264505
ISBN-10: 1630264504
Pagini: 250
Dimensiuni: 140 x 216 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.47 kg
Editura: Turner
ISBN-10: 1630264504
Pagini: 250
Dimensiuni: 140 x 216 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.47 kg
Editura: Turner
Recenzii
“A writer of enormous talent, a stylist to admire and a storyteller of great power.”
—Scott Turow, author of Presumed Innocent
“Faust writes beautifully . . . he reminds you of Hemingway and Peter Matthiessen. . . . Faust has it all: lyrical prose, complex characters and provocative plots.”
—Booklist
“Faust’s clear, unadorned prose and his deft, pure characterization ring with the force of Hemingway or Graham Greene.”
—Publishers Weekly
—Scott Turow, author of Presumed Innocent
“Faust writes beautifully . . . he reminds you of Hemingway and Peter Matthiessen. . . . Faust has it all: lyrical prose, complex characters and provocative plots.”
—Booklist
“Faust’s clear, unadorned prose and his deft, pure characterization ring with the force of Hemingway or Graham Greene.”
—Publishers Weekly
Notă biografică
RON FAUST is the author of fourteen previous thrillers. He has been praised for his “rare and remarkable talent” (Los Angeles Times), and several of his books have been optioned for films. Before he began writing, he played professional baseball and worked at newspapers in Colorado Springs, San Diego, and Key West.
Extras
The ambassador, Grogan, Alicia, and I were ordered to move forward, into the center of the cave.
“Put down the candles,” Raoul said. His voice was deepened and amplified by the cave.
I placed my candle on the stone floor; Alicia hesitated and then did the same.
“Sara, las lumínicas," Raoul said.
We waited. The girl materialized out of the shadows and circled behind us. She cut the rawhide thongs tying our hands, then picked up the candles and walked away. Our light was gone now, but its borders remained in our minds: we would remain in this place, at least for a time, like dogs who had been unclipped from their chains and yet are afraid to venture beyond the old safe perimeter.
“I’ll kill any of you who leave this chamber,” Raoul said.
And then the lights receded, dimmed, vanished.
We were immersed in total darkness. This was blackness beyond the concept of blackness; no grays, no pinpoints of starlight, nothing. It was not a darkness like mere night: this was thicker, heavier, and seemed to exert a pressure similar to the pressure you feel when diving in deep water. The floor, walls, and ceiling became a vise in our minds.
“Put down the candles,” Raoul said. His voice was deepened and amplified by the cave.
I placed my candle on the stone floor; Alicia hesitated and then did the same.
“Sara, las lumínicas," Raoul said.
We waited. The girl materialized out of the shadows and circled behind us. She cut the rawhide thongs tying our hands, then picked up the candles and walked away. Our light was gone now, but its borders remained in our minds: we would remain in this place, at least for a time, like dogs who had been unclipped from their chains and yet are afraid to venture beyond the old safe perimeter.
“I’ll kill any of you who leave this chamber,” Raoul said.
And then the lights receded, dimmed, vanished.
We were immersed in total darkness. This was blackness beyond the concept of blackness; no grays, no pinpoints of starlight, nothing. It was not a darkness like mere night: this was thicker, heavier, and seemed to exert a pressure similar to the pressure you feel when diving in deep water. The floor, walls, and ceiling became a vise in our minds.
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His name was Jim Racine, and years ago he had been a top heavyweight contender in the United States. But now he’s over the hill and desperate, so he takes a fight in a corrupt South American country—and accidentally kills a young man in the ring. The public outrage forces an investigation, and the government refuses to return his passport. Racine is in limbo, but he figures if he can get to the U.S. Ambassador, his problems will be over. But when he crashes the Ambassador’s party, he runs into a group of young terrorists who kidnap Racine along with the Ambassador and a few of his friends. When the terrorists murder a couple of bystanders in cold blood, Racine knows the hostages are next. But he’s a survivor, and they’re going to have a hell of a time killing him—even if his only escape involves taking all the hostages with him.