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We are committed to providing you with reliable and efficient service at all times. 12/06/1985, Mills & Boon, 2.5, Arrow. Very Good. 4.33 x 1.06 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 1999. 505 pages. <br>MysteryLarge Print Edition*A New York Times Bestse ller*A Literary Guild Selection*A Doubleday Book Club Selection*A Mystery Guild SelectionThe nation is seized by fear. A terrorist attack on a military convoy leaves scores of soldiers dead as tr uckloads of highly volatile weapons fall into the hands of an ult ra-right-wing militia. Worse yet, a fanatical preacher known as B rother Transgressor joins forces with the radical group. Now the President is demanding swift legal action against the militia and turns to attorney Martin Vail with the impossible task of nailin g the terrorists in their tracks a mission that soon explodes int o a personal nightmare for Vail as his nemesis Aaron Stampler ret urns to enact a vengeance that could bring Vail to his knees. Ed itorial Reviews From Library Journal 'So Pennington trades his war years for a ticket to the White House and Engstrom plans the second American Revolution,' Vail said. This is the premise behin d Diehl's (Show of Evil, LJ 4/15/95) new Martin Vail novel. Illin ois state attorney general Vail is called upon by President Lawre nce Pennington to seek a trial case against one of the largest mi litia outfits in the country. The leader of this outfit, Gen. Jos hua Engstrom, just happens to be an old adversary of the presiden t, putting Vail in the middle of a dangerous situation. Vail must also relive the past when unwillingly faced with his nemesis fro m years ago, serial killer Aaron Stampler, who has now become bli nd Brother Transgression. The meshing of these storylines is intr icate yet easily followed as the tension mounts. Diehl's exciting mystery teaches the reader never to think that it is over?until it is really over. Recommended for all public libraries. -?Stacey Reasor, ITT Technical Inst. Lib.,Tampa, Fla. Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the hardcover e dition. From the Back Cover William Diehl stunned readers with P rimal Fear and Show of Evil, the national bestsellers featuring C hicago lawyer Martin Vail. Now, in his gripping new novel of susp ense, Diehl enters uncharted territory, pushing Vail and the lega l system he represents to the brink of destruction. After an ult ra-right-wing militia seizes truckloads of highly volatile weapon s, the president turns to Illinois attorney general Martin Vail. His job: nail the terrorists in their tracks. Vail plunges into h is new, near-impossible mission, one that soon explodes into a pe rsonal nightmare as his most chilling adversary, Aaron Stampler, returns -- seemingly from the dead -- to exact a vengeance that c ould bring Vail to his knees.... --This text refers to the hardco ver edition. About the Author William Diehl is the author of the bestselling Sharky's Machine, Thai Horse, Hooligans, Chameleon, The Hunt (formerly titled 27), Primal Fear, and Show of Evil. He lives on St. Simons Island, Georgia, with his wife, Virginia Gunn , and his daughter, Temple. --This text refers to the hardcover e dition. From Kirkus Reviews Veteran thriller writer Diehl pits s crappy Chicago lawyer Martin Vail against Bible-thumping militia maniacs and Vail's old adversary, psychokiller Aaron Stampler, in a mindless plotboiler that never fails to please. Having succeed ed fabulously as a defense attorney (Primal Fear, 1993) and then as a district attorney (Show of Evil, 1995), crusading, street-sm art Vail is now promoted to the lofty, politically turbulent offi ce of Illinois State Attorney General. Between passionate trysts with his previous courtroom opponent, Jane Venable, Vail can't ke ep his paws (speaking of same) off corrupt politicians. Having co mmitted his too-good-to-be-billable talents to the public weal, h e effortlessly sends a pack of scalawags to jail using the RICO s tatute. He then finds himself tapped by US Attorney General Marga ret Castaigne to draw up a RICO indictment against General Joshua Engstrom, a right-wing militia commander whose wacko religious o rder, the Sanctuary, may have been behind a terrorist attack on a n Army convoy in Montana. Vail rapidly learns of Engstrom's hatre d for his former Army buddy Lawrence Pennington, now President of the United States. Before you can say Ruby Ridge all over again, Diehl tosses in Arnold Stampler, Vail's homicidal former client and nemesis, as a fundamentalist preacher who feigns blindness an d spouts marginally comprehensible hate sermons on Engstrom's rad io station. From here on, Diehl's forced and foolish story hurtle s on at full throttle, never stopping to question itself or the p reposterousness of its plot. Vail staggers from one contrived cli ffhanger to another until almost everyone is blown up except Stam pler and Vail himself, who takes a bullet through his heart but h as enough chutzpa to insult the President and thumb his nose at a federal judgeship. What a guy! Fizzy male wish-fulfillment that bulges with Clancyesque histrionics, frothing fundamentalist fome nt, and more than you want to know about hate groups and RICO ind ictments. (Literary Guild main selection/Mystery Guild selection; author tour) -- Copyright ®1997, Kirkus Associates, LP. All righ ts reserved. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. Excerp t. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One: J une 12 The dusty RV wailed along the flat interstate, its tires whining on the hot pavement. Behind the wheel was a gaunt, reed-t hin driver, his thinning black hair whipping in the furnace of ho t air that streamed through the open window. He sucked on a bottl e of water to keep from dozing, arcs of sweat staining his white shirt. It had been unmercifully hot since they left Omaha, headin g south and then due west on Interstate 80, with towns and small cities--Kearney, Cozad, Gothenburg--blurring past them as they pa ralleled the river. He drove straight into the sun, into the hot June afternoon, whizzing past the Nebraska farms and fields, uncl uttered, lonely, and dull in their sameness. As was his wont, he bitched to himself as he drove. What's the use havin' air-condi tionin' if he don't let me turn it on? A few miles later. Shakin g his head. Never knew nobody loved the heat like this one. Must be a hunerd-ten out there, he wants the damn window open. Anoth er couple of miles. Nobody t'talk to. Won't let me play the radi o when he's sleepin'. One of these days I'm gonna just doze off . .. Nodding to himself. ... bug off the road, we'll both end up wrapped in this RV in the middle of godforsakennowhere ... Tappi ng the flat of his hand on the steering wheel. ... damn buzzards eatin' our eyes out. Brother T was stretched out on a futon spr ead across two seats.He was uncomfortable sleeping in the main su ite, as he called it, while the RV was on the highway, preferring instead the double seat behind the driver. He was napping, getti ng his strength together for the confront. That's what he called the meetings, confronts. What we're doin', Mordie, we're confron tin' the devil, he would say. Gonna whip that fire-scald, son-bit ch to his knees again t'night, he would say. Praise God, praise J EE-sus. Like they were going to war or somedamnthing. But the d river wasn't complaining. It was the best job he ever had, even t hough he hated driving the flat plains where you could close your eyes for ten minutes then open them and appear to be in the same place you were when you shut them. Suddenly he perked up. Shhh ew, he said under his breath. There was a sign far ahead, dancin g among dervish heat monkeys. He squinted through his sunglasses: Brady two miles. Thank you Jay-sus, he said aloud, mimicking hi s boss in his own rolled-out south Georgia accent. Behind him, B rother T stirred. He leaned up on one elbow and craned and twiste d his neck, popping the muscles, a husky man with long blond hair that hung down to his shoulders and a heavy beard. Where we at? he asked in a voice that was low as a whisper and harsh as a fil e. Smack dab in the middle of the Lord's oven. Brother T cupped the palms of both hands under his jaws, raised his eyebrows, and very lightly rubbed the sleep from the corners of his eyes with the forefinger of each hand. Sometimes I think Gawd jes' took te n square acres of Kansas, Xeroxed 'em, and laid 'em out end on en d all over the whole damn middle of the country. Sounds like you 're flirtin' with blasphemy there, Mordie. Flirtin' with the tru th, what I'm doin', Mordachai answered, coming to a stop and turn ing right onto a narrow two-lane blacktop. What's the name of th is place again? Brady. 'Bout twenty miles this side a North Plat te. That doesn't tell me a thing. We've driven a little over tw o hunerd miles. Over halfway 'cross Nebraska since we left Omaha. It's flat, hot, and I ain't seen another car for at least an hou r. Brother T opened his eyes and stared through orbs the color o f milk. Stared at absolutely nothing. You ought to feel right at home. Sounds like south Georgia. No trees. Nothin' but hay growi n' everywhere. Wheat, Mordie, wheat. Hay is what it becomes afte r it's shorn from the bosom of the land. I'll trade a hunerd mil es of whateveryacallit for one tall pine tree. Unhappy, Mordie? Brother T admonished gently. Jes' bitchin'. Brother T chuckled. Good for the soul. And I'm soppin'. Since you never sweat, I dr ip fer the both of us. Jesus is the great leveler. Easy fer you t'say, you ain't the dripper. True. Cold's more your fashion. B rother T shivered involuntarily at the thought, rubbed his arms, then felt around the floor for the ice cooler. He snapped it open , took out a can of Coke, bent the tab under, and took a long swi g. Ahhh, he said. My mouth was as dry as stale toast. Near the cooler on the floor were four flat, varnished boxes. A sound came from one of them. Briefly. Like a babe in its sleep rolling agai nst a rattle. Easy, children, Brother T said softly, leaning ove r and brushing his fingertips across the smooth top of one of the boxes. Curl up and go back to sleep. Then to Mordachai: What are my arrangements? You're staying with one'a the preachers, name' s Harmon Jasper. Got a room fixed up in his barn for a farmhand b ut the feller quit and moved to Lincoln. Any family? Wife. Chi ldren? Mordachai paused for an instant. Mordachai ... Daughter in high school. How old? The driver stared uncomfortably at Br other T in the rearview mirror before he said, I dunno. Fifteen, sixteen. The preacher took a swig of Coke. Then he stroked his l ong blond locks with one hand and smiled. All the publicity you been gettin' on the radio, Mordachai said, and the state papers, we could maybe see a hunerd er two hunerd folks tonight. But out here in the middle a nowhere, hell, we won't scratch doodley. Tim es're so bad, nobody's got two nickels to rub t'gether. He paused for a moment, then added, If we'd a stayed outside Omaha a coupl e nights, bet we woulda had a thousand people every night, maybe took in four, five, maybe even ten thousand a night. You know I don't like the big towns. Press is too nosy. People don't give t wo hoots 'bout that. You got apostles, T, apostles. They know lie s when they read 'em. I appreciate your ardor. The preacher lean ed back and took another deep swig from the can. Besides, we've h ad some good one, two thousand dollar nights lately. He leaned ba ck in his seat, his glazed eyes flicking sideways occasionally. T ell me what you see. A drought. Fields all wilted, ground cracke d and dusty, heat squigglin' off everything ... farmhouse off the left, coupla oak trees givin' it shade and behind it's the barn, got a advertisement for chewin' tobacca painted on the side ... can't tell what kind, it's all faded and cracked. How picturesqu e. Everybody out here's hard-timin'. Ya might throw in a word fo r some rain, t'night. Excellent idea. Brother T leaned his head back, like a wolf baying, and his voice rose suddenly, still har sh and tormented, but quivering with emotion. I beseech you, swee t Jee-sus, in the name of my suffering brothers and sisters ... b athe this thirsty dust with your tears ... and give life to its p arched earth and wilted fruit. Amen, Lord, a-men! Which Book's t hat from? My very own treasury of injunctions, Brother T answere d, and chuckled. The Jasper place was a pleasant if somewhat spa rtan white frame farmhouse, boxed by the porch that surrounded it . A dusty red Chevy pickup was parked beside it, and a sturdy bar n that looked recently painted stood behind it. Fifteen or twenty skinny pigs rooted and wallowed in a sty at one side of the barn . Behind all that, a field of scorched grain spread across the fl at land toward the town of Brady, a few miles away, a large clust er of low buildings surrounded on four corners by silos, which fr om a distance, in the clear but heat-heavy air, looked like senti nels guarding a prairie fortress. The big tent was stretched out , fifty yards or so from the house at the edge of a parched field , its canvas side flaps rolled up and tied. A vague and inadequat e breeze stirred the grass around it. Nearby, several vehicles of all makes and models were parked haphazardly along the road and on the grounds. There was a sense of revelry here, of people esc aping from the moment in anticipation of comradery and redemption : a dozen women and children scurried about, chatting and laughin g and setting out plastic plates and eatingware on four long tabl es; a young teenage girl in a blue dress spun around and danced t o a song in her head; a small boy sat on the ground staring mutel y at a squirrel in one of the oaks, while other children played t ag around one of the larger trees; two men in shirtsleeves attend ed pieces of chicken sizzling over charcoal on twenty-gallon drum s that were halved and perched on sections of old train rails; fo ur women fussed over a table abounding with bowls of biscuits, co leslaw, baked beans, corn on the cob, chocolate layer cakes, and pitchers of freshly made lemonade. At the edge of the dirt road leading to the farmhouse, a mobile sign announced: Revival Meeti ng 7:30 p.m. tonight BROTHER TRANSGRESSOR Pastor, Church of Chr ist Wandering Preparing for Parousia All you can eat country di nner, 3$ 6:00-7:30 Mordachai walked across the hard earth, flap ping his damp shirt against his chest. He asked someone where he could find Jasper and was pointed to a short, r, Arrow, 1999, 3, Farrar Straus Giroux (1971), 1971. Hardcover. Good/No Dj. Zemach, Margot. Oblong small quarto, hardcover, light edgewear to blue and white pictorial boards else good. No dj. Two brothers set out to capture a one-eyed man to display in the marketplace. Unpaginated; about 25 pp., Farrar Straus Giroux (1971), 1971, 2.5<

1971, ISBN: 9780374357931

New York: Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1971. First Edition . Hardcover. Near Fine/Very Good. This is a stated first edition, and in lovely condition. The interior of the book is clean an… More...

New York: Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1971. First Edition . Hardcover. Near Fine/Very Good. This is a stated first edition, and in lovely condition. The interior of the book is clean and crisp, with no marks, or signs of use or wear. The brown covers show just a few signs of wear at edges and corners. The dust jacket is price-clipped, but it otherwise in excellent condition, The attached scan gives a better idea of the jacket's appearance. Synopsis: The dust jacket describes this as "a brisk slapstick comedy." "You see, there are two brothers -- the red-headed rascal, who is a real go-getter, and the lazy good-for-nothing, who is reluctant to go anywhere or do anything. The red-headed rascal has a scheme for catching a one-eyed man, bringing him home, and putting him on display in the marketplace "A penny a look! We'll make millions!" he says." But of course, that isn't quite how things work out., Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1971, 3.5<

1971, ISBN: 9780374357931

Farrar Straus Giroux (1971), 1971. Hardcover. Good/No Dj. Zemach, Margot. Oblong small quarto, hardcover, light edgewear to blue and white pictorial boards else good. No dj. Two brothe… More...

Farrar Straus Giroux (1971), 1971. Hardcover. Good/No Dj. Zemach, Margot. Oblong small quarto, hardcover, light edgewear to blue and white pictorial boards else good. No dj. Two brothers set out to capture a one-eyed man to display in the marketplace. Unpaginated; about 25 pp., Farrar Straus Giroux (1971), 1971, 2.5<

ISBN: 9780374357931

Farrar Straus & Giroux. Hardcover. POOR. Noticeably used book. Heavy wear to cover. Pages contain marginal notes, underlining, and or highlighting. Possible ex library copy, with all th… More...

Farrar Straus & Giroux. Hardcover. POOR. Noticeably used book. Heavy wear to cover. Pages contain marginal notes, underlining, and or highlighting. Possible ex library copy, with all the markings/stickers of that library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, and dust jackets may not be included., Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1<

1982, ISBN: 9780374357931

Farrar Straus & Giroux, March 1982. Hardcover. Used - Good/No Jacket. No dust jacket on this edition, printing is directly on boards., Farrar Straus & Giroux, 2.5