An extraordinary historical epic of love and war in ancient Assyria during a time of dreadful omens, tortures, invasions, and a bloody civil war, from the bestselling author of Chain Reaction.
One day in a quiet northern California college town, an English instructor comes home only to find police clustered around his modest home. His wife is dead, stabbed to death with an ice pick, and suddenly Ray Guinness realizes that his past has recaptured him.
Shot through with dark, exotic lyricism, Guild's majestic historical epic cuts a wide swath through ancient Assyria, Egypt, Phoenicia, Sicily, Greece. Its narrator-hero, Tiglath Ashur, seen before in The Assyrian , is banished from Nineveh by his hated half-brother, the Assyrian king, partly due ...
It is 1948. Inar Christiansen, a Norwegian cellist-turned-soldier, undertakes an ambitious and dangerous plan—to track down and destroy the members of the SS troop who murdered his parents and most of the citizens of his hometown in Norway. Christiansen embarks upon a relentless search, a search ...
The old Moonlight Roadhouse, scene of many crimes, has some very strange occupants. When Phil Owings inherits the place from an uncle he never knew, he thinks he has finally found a home. What he finds instead is a nightmare.
They returned Noah’s pouch to him with just enough formality to indicate that he and his friends were no longer considered as among those upon whom it was permissible to prey, but at the same time they regarded with covetous eyes the food sacks and wineskins which burdened the donkey. They would ...
The blood samples from the basement were established to have come from two different individuals. A match with Sally Wilkes was made late that afternoon, but the second sample would take longer because it was more degraded. Hair samples from the suspect’s bathroom were a DNA match with the semen ...
But Guinness knew perfectly well that, bloodcurdling threats notwithstanding, if Ernie got any idea his man wasn’t on the square with him, Amsterdam would be hip deep in American agents before tomorrow lunchtime. Across the street, on the corner of a bank building, was a sign that flashed the tim...