A thriller about a British undercover agent in a jail in South Africa awaiting the death penalty and the determination of his son, who was abandoned 25 years earlier, to set him free.
"Cock-up" appears to be a delightfully beguiling British phrase to describe what we Americans would call a major "fuck-up." Both of those euphemisms apply to the events described in this book. Seymour writes well and has a decidedly jaundiced view of virtually every layer of society except perhap...
I enjoyed this, no doubt about that.It had very many more strands than the blurb on the back would have led you to believe. Yes, one of the central characters is a disgraced ex-soldier seeking redemption by taking on drug dealers on his London sink estate. But there is, as always with Seymour, so...
This is one of the stirring books I have read in recent times. Maybe old-age is catching up to me and I am becoming sentimental but still Seymour has a way of giving blended and blistered edges to his characters. Nobody is described as being larger-than-life, and at the end of the story pragmatis...
A stunning contemporary thriller from a master of the genre. A young man starts a journey from a dusty village in Saudi Arabia. He believes it will end with his death in faraway England. For honour, for glory, for victory. If his mission succeeds, he will go to his god a martyr — and many innoce...
thrown out of the ss for insubordination, gord brown is ow on a remote salmon farm in scotland. h/e evrything changes when he is approached by 3 guatemalan indians whop r desperately seeking for s fighting man (hence the title) someone to mastermind an uprising against the brutal military dictato...
After one of their friends disappears, three young Soviet Jews hijack an airliner and demand passage to Israel. In the style that has won him comparisons to Graham Greene and John le Carré, acclaimed thriller writer Gerald Seymour zeroes in on the moral ambiguities of the activists' deeds. As sev...
Matthew Furniss is ordered to the Middle East by British Intelligence to fortify his remaining agents and stimulate a flow of information when the British spy network has been decimated by Ayatollah Khomeini's Revolution.
Seymour's latest topical thriller proves that a good writer can find believable material in what most of us look on as CNN horror footage. Seymour has written fine thrillers set in such troubled terrains as Northern Ireland, South Africa, and Afghanistan. This time the killing ground is Croatia, ...
Gus Peake should have kept his job and stayed at home, but an old family debt of friendship draws him to the remote wastes of Northern Iraq and to a savage forgotten war between Kurdish guerrillas and Saddam Hussein’s military strength.To the brutal, no-quarter combat, Peake can bring the skills ...
Just prior to the invasion of Kuwait, Bill Erlich, a young FBI operative, is hard on the heels of a terrorist. As he blunders in to the lines by which the Iraqi puppet-masters control their undercover agents in England, Bill realises he has gone beyond the point of recall. He is engaged in Condit...
Just when he, was beginning to feel safe, Frank Perry's past has surfaced with a vengeance. Ten years ago, Perry made powerful enemies by spying for the British government on Iranian chemical and biological weapons installations. His information served to cripple Iran's killing capacity for years...
It had an ethos, a code, a discipline. Jago turned his back on them. A guy at Broadgate, in a bar after dismissal for poor time-keeping, had yelled: ‘The best-kept secret in that bloody place? There’s life outside.’ The bank was supposed to be his life, his horizon, would answer all his needs in ...
The man in the back seat had swivelled round, wiped the condensation from the back window, and peered hard into the void of the retreating road. The passenger in the front had also twisted round in an attempt to follow the passage of the lights, while the driver scanned the tilted mirror to his f...
A roof has fallen and can be replaced. The Captain of KGB begins an investigation. The Major in command is at first flustered, then morose. There is labour in Zone i, and to spare. In a few days there will be a new office for Major Kypov at the end of the Administration block. For nearly half a c...
A watercolour brush dabbed on the land, softening with pastel the darkness. The grim hour of the day when men who have not slept dread the hours of withering brightness that will follow. They wound down from the hills, running from the mountains as if the sniff of the sea had excited them, toward...
She was exhausted before this happened. She made a mistake." ‘’There’s a job to finish," Hobbes said. "She's not in a fit state. She was damn near killed." ‘’Brennard, when I need your advice running my department I'll seek it out. And it might help you to know that London's latest has Jon Jo on ...
The storm burst over the dune wall beyond the caravan's pitched camp. In the dawn's half-light, the wind surged over the rim. The warning of its coming was brief, a few seconds, then it hit them. Caleb was outside his tent, had slept only fitfully, was stretching and massaging his leg and shoulde...
It was already past eleven o'clock. The banging on his door drummed into his head. If it had not been for the sound Malachy would have slept on. He dragged himself off the bed. It had been a sleep he had not known for months, for a year. No dreams and no nightmares. No images squirming in his min...
Murphy’s law, Zach thought. If it could go wrong, it would. The turn he had made, based on the map, had led him into a jam caused by roadworks. Maybe five minutes stationary, in a cascade of horns and shouts, and five more crawling. No one walked if they could ride. She was Foxtrot. She was in th...
A rare gesture that, for her to come to the door to see them off, as if a bond were building between this spidery woman and the men to whom she played a foster mother. George driving, Carter beside him. Johnny and Willi Guttmann in the back seats. Across the hills and down to Abinger, right at th...
He thought it would end the misery. It was two years since Andrija had last tried to end his life. He had waited until his wife had gone down the village street to the shop, then had hobbled to the far end of the garden, put a pistol into his mouth and pressed the barrel to the roof. He had squee...
Bill Penn was not material for General Intelligence Group. Bill Penn was clerk grade, executive officer grade, pathetic grade, with need of a nanny to hold his hand tight. Bill Penn was the jam my bastard' who had londed the big fat one, and who was out of his depth, and who shpuld have stayed on...
The lorry had slowed but kept going. Mister turned, saw Bosnia with Love on the side, and the Eel in the cab waving to him, before the lorry accelerated away down Bulevar Mese Selimovica, going away from the city. He waved back. It was the last time that the lorry would return to London empty. Th...
She hadn't telephoned ahead, hadn't called to be certain he would be in his apartment. Charley kept her finger on the button. She could hear the shrill baying of the bell behind the door. There was no response, no shout from Benny that he was coming, no slither of footsteps from behind the door. ...
The movement of turning, fast, buffeted Josh Mantle into a woman standing behind him, pressing close to him in the queue. He had been far away, his mind, in the last moments before the voice had cut into his consciousness, in the office in the high street of Slough — the morning, the partners, hi...