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Signal. Very Good. 5.18 x 0.7 x 7.97 inches. Paperback. 2018. 272 pages. <br>Containing a new introduction from the author and updates to the text, this is a book of uncomon power. Here, an ex traordinary humanitarian gives us a bracing and uncompromising ac count of her work in some of the most devastated corners of the w orld--and a provocative vision for changing course on our growing militarization. Samantha Nutt is one of the most intrepid voice s in the humanitarian arena. Weaving gripping personal experience s with uncompromising and impassioned argument, Damned Nations di ssects war and aid, where humanitarian efforts go wrong, and what can and should be done to bring about a more just world. Drawing from nearly two decades of experiences at the frontline of confl ict, Nutt challenges many of the assumptions and orthodoxies surr ounding the aid industry. A book that is at once moving, engaging , and insightful, Damned Nations has been acclaimed by readers an d critics across North America. Editorial Reviews Review Samant ha Nutt is scrupulously consistent with her hard-nosed, direct, i n-your-face style and defiant resolve in her approach to war and the massive abuses to humanity, especially women and children. Sa mantha is telling us in no uncertain terms that humanitarianism s tarts by a 'critical reflection concerning our own actions and de eds.' And then she offers some solid proposals to consider. Well done, in a most compelling of ways. --LGen the Hon. Roméo A. Dal laire, (Ret'd), Senator This is an extraordinarily riveting book . The anecdotes are heart-wrenching; the analysis is trenchant, p rincipled, uncompromising. I never read a book in one sitting: I read Damned Nations in one sitting, and I regretted that it came to an end. It's not an easy read, but it's filled with emotional and intellectual power. --Stephen Lewis, former Canadian Ambassa dor to the United Nations, and Chair of the Board of the Stephen Lewis Foundation This book is a passionate reaction to so much o f the stupidity and calumny that leads to death and destruction, and yet, it incorporates insightful and cool headed reasons as to why. An important book for our times. --Lloyd Axworthy, Preside nt, University of Winnipeg and former Minister of Foreign Affairs A brave, eloquent, and necessary book. -Lewis Lapham, editor o f Lapham's Quarterly When I first met Sam, I was moved by her to tal and single minded dedication to justice. She thought of peopl e in far away places the way we think of relatives in disadvantag e, and she behaved like we do at our best when we care enough to do something. I have no doubt you will be moved by her stories an d her work, but I hope most of all, by her example. --K'Naan Thi s is an extraordinary book. From its opening scenes, my heart was in my throat. Samantha Nutt is a genuine hero for all of us who want to make a difference in the world. She has helped those who, through no fault of their own, find themselves trapped in terrif ying conditions of terror, injustice, oppression and extreme pove rty. All of us living in the comfort and affluence of industriali zed countries owe it to the rest of humanity to read this powerfu l book. --David Suzuki, co-founder, The David Suzuki Foundation, and Professor Emeritus, University of British Columbia Samantha Nutt drives us to the front lines of an ongoing conflict between empathy and barbarism. Her words, and the lessons she asks us to heed, come from what she herself has witnessed. The passion that Dr. Nutt has for the important work she does is reflected in the pages of this remarkable book. --Seamus O'Regan, co-host, Canada AM Dr. Nutt movingly outlines the chilling truth about war and offers us a rare, poignant glimpse into each individual's part in the process to attainable peace. An absolute must-read for every person in the developed world, and a manual for every leader. - -Chantal Kreviazuk, Juno Award-winning performer and songwriter, and Honorary Founder, War Child Dr. Samantha Nutt is a force of nature. A courageous and tireless advocate for human rights. Dam ned Nations exposes the 'underbelly' of the humanitarian movement . Her colorful, revealing and heart-wrenching first-hand accounts are a must read for anyone who's given so much as a penny to an NGO. --Raine Maida, lead singer, Our Lady Peace, songwriter, and activist About the Author SAMANTHA NUTT, M.D. is an award winni ng humanitarian, acclaimed public speaker, and an expert on the i mpact of war, international aid and foreign policy. She is the fo under of the international humanitarian organizations War Child C anada and War Child USA. Dr. Nutt has worked at the frontline of many of the world's major crises - from Iraq to Afghanistan, Soma lia to the Democratic Republic of Congo, and Sierra Leone to Darf ur, Sudan - developing and implementing programs that support chi ldren and their families. Dr. Nutt is a respected authority for m any of North America's leading media outlets. She is a regular fo reign affairs panelist on CBC's flagship national news program, T he National and a contributor to NowThis News. Nutt's written wor k has been published by TED Ideas, Reuters, The Globe and Mail, T he National Post, Maclean's, The Ottawa Citizen, The Huffington P ost and other publications. Dr. Nutt's TED Talk on the deadly imp act of small arms garnered over a million views on TED com. She i s the recipient of numerous honorary doctorates from universities in Canada and the US. In July 2011, Dr. Nutt was appointed to th e Order of Canada, Canada's highest civilian honour, for her cont ributions to improving the plight of young people in the world's worst conflict zones. Dr. Nutt is a staff physician at Women's Co llege Hospital and an assistant professor of medicine at the Univ ersity of Toronto. She resides with her family in Toronto. Excer pt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. When war retu rned to Bukavu, in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo along the Rwandan border, I dismissed the gunfire as nothing more than a minor skirmish. A peace accord had been signed eighteen months earlier by most of the fractured parties to this hellish conflic t. Had no one read it? Maybe, I reasoned, it was just a group of boys not quite satisfied with the terms of their severance from o ne of the ever-shifting rebel groups. This isn't serious. It will pass. During my previous mission to the region a few months earl ier, there had been hushed chatter among aid workers of a third r evolution, but war zones are full of such stories - of final chap ters in battle not yet written. And, by all accounts, the rumours predated the peace process, so there was no need for concern. Th ere were 10,000 United Nations peacekeepers in the region, and I was confident it wouldn't take them long to identify the problem and contain it. I was travelling with a documentary crew, gather ing footage for an hour-long feature on the Congo's devastating w ar. Our team was set to leave the next day, so I returned to my r oom at the Orchid Hotel - a Belgian-run auberge on the sluggish s hores of Lake Kivu - and continued packing. Half of our crew, whi ch included my husband, Eric Hoskins, had not yet returned from f ilming. I did not expect to hear these words at my door: Sam, Eri c's been detained. Security officials are holding him and the res t of the team at the police station, and have confiscated their p assports and equipment. They want to see our footage. Eric was ne gotiating for the others to be released after they were stopped f or filming in the streets, and was offering himself up as collate ral until the officials obtained what they wanted. We had UN perm ission to film, and this kind of brazen harassment of independent witnesses with camera gear is too often the prelude to atrocity. It was only then that I realized the gunfire we were hearing was a call to arms. I made a list of discrete tasks: grab a few tap es of footage unlikely to be deemed sensitive and whatever cash w e had left; call our contacts at the UN; and, quickly, find someo ne at the hotel who could take me to the police station. The road s in front of the Orchid were rapidly degrading into battle lines . It was no longer just the crackle of automatic fire I heard; th ere was the pitched whistling of bullets as well. They're getting closer. It was a resurgence of violence that no one was expectin g or could explain. Even hotel guests from the American embassy i n Kinshasa, who presumably had access to sophisticated intelligen ce reports, were caught off guard and could provide little inform ation. I was on the third task, about to climb into the back of a wheezing old Peugeot, when Eric came running towards me from an other vehicle. Get behind a wall! he shouted. There are soldiers everywhere. They've started shooting. Eric had lived through a vi olent coup in Sudan, and his instincts were unquestionably better than mine. As relieved as I was to see him, it was not the time to tell him. We ran between two buildings. I was unfocused, rush ing through different scenarios in my mind, none of them useful a nd all of them compounding my mounting anxiety. I'd faced several close calls in war zones before this one - attempted car ambushe s, the sudden appearance of menacing men in berets and mirrored s unglasses - but never one in which I'd had time to think. And it' s only when you have time to think, unarmed in the midst of a fie rce gunfight, that you understand how utterly and hopelessly fuck ed you really are. During a lull in the shooting, Eric and I scr ambled to the hotel lobby to find the other members of our team, none of whom had any war experience. It was then that I learned h e and the others had escaped after convincing the security offici als to follow them to the hotel to view the footage. Once confron ted by the violence in the streets, their captors fled in the oth er direction. The team's vehicle pressed on, fearing it would be more dangerous to remain separated from the rest of us. After a torturous night of uninterrupted gunfire and sporadic shelling, a few more details emerged. The Congolese military had arrested a couple of Rwandan soldiers at the border crossing a short distanc e from our hotel, reigniting the conflict (it wasn't clear which armed group they were associated with). Residents in the area wer e now trapped between these warring factions as they took shots a t one another, and the only thing we could do was take cover and wait. By late morning, the shelling had begun to intensify. Bull ets ricocheted through the hotel kitchen window. Along with every one else, Eric and I made frantic calls to UN authorities, trying to assess the security of our location and wondering whether we should risk moving. Unbelievably, the Internet in the business of fice was still working, and I managed to send a couple of emails to my mother in Toronto: Everything okay. Departure slightly dela yed. Back in a couple of days. We have an unstated arrangement wh en I'm in the field: I don't tell her where I'm going and she doe sn't ask, so long as I send her regular emails letting her know I 'm alive. The advice we received from United Nations and Canadian government contacts over the phone was consistent: Stay where yo u are, keep your heads down, and stand by for further instruction s. Two guests from the hotel came running up from the garden area saying they'd come under fire by the water's edge. No one was in jured, but it was an ominous warning: it meant we were in the mil itias' crosshairs. Shortly afterwards, it sounded as if the rock et-propelled grenades (RPGs) were landing dangerously close - so close that I immediately dropped to the floor, prompting an unfli nching Congolese man in the lobby, who'd obviously endured much w orse, to jokingly say, I see you do not enjoy the beautiful music we play here in the Congo. It is still one of the most reassurin g things anyone has ever said to me in the midst of a crisis. A f ew of the hotel staff had access to a small but impressively rein forced panic room, while the rest of us huddled together in what we deemed to be the safest area: a cramped guest room on the lowe st level of the hotel, built into the side of a hilly ridge and p rotected on three sides. Of course, if an errant RPG were to have landed in the hotel lobby above our heads, the entire building w ould have collapsed upon us. Despite reassurances from UN officia ls that we were not the targets and therefore not likely to take a direct hit, a significant proportion of the roving armed groups were drunk and stoned teenage boys whose weapons training would have been limited to Pull here. Whether we were targets or not, t he boys' spectacularly bad aim was worth heeding. At first, we c asually mingled in the room, introducing ourselves to the other t hirty or so people who'd taken refuge along with our team - local hotel staff, guests, and others who happened to be visiting when the shooting started and the roads became impassable. UN helicop ters beat overhead and for hours it sounded as if the front line had landed right on top of us. During a momentary reprieve we fil ed out of the room, only to be forced back in by a sudden and dra matic escalation of explosions. Eric and I crouched with the oth er members of our team at the back of the room, pressed against a n armoire. People huddled together in the bathroom and under furn iture, staying low to the floor. Mortars were landing on the hote l grounds. With each forceful bang, fine fragments of plaster sho wered down on us. But the worst was about to happen: the sound of running above our heads. Urgent, confused steps were heard betwe en the eruptions of gunfire. Doors were repeatedly opened, then s lammed - whoever it was, however many there were, they appeared t o be searching for something, or someone. No one dared speak. A man by the window reached above his head and gently pulled the cu rtain closed. Eric and I looked at one another, and I could tell by the pained expression on his face that we were having the same thought: They're in the building. There was one other woman in t he room - an American embassy employee. I knew it wouldn't be lon g before she and I would be dragged outside and raped. And what w ould happen to the men? Some would be mercilessly killed as a sta tement about who's really in charge of the eastern Democratic Rep ublic of Congo. Others would be shot so that an itinerant group o f pubescent boys might feel the rush of holding absolute power ov er life and death. After what had been a decade t, Signal, 2018, 3, St. Martin's Press. Very Good. 6.47 x 1.61 x 9.48 inches. Hardcover. 2011. 480 pages. <br>The wait is over-Ben Coes, whose debut Power Down was called the must read thriller of the year (Vince Flynn) is ba ck and at the top of his game with a mesmerizing new novel Wanti ng only a peaceful, obscure life, Dewey Andreas has gone to rural Australia, far from turbulent forces that he once fought against . But powerful men, seeking revenge, have been scouring the earth looking for Dewey. And now, they've finally found him - forcing Dewey to abandon his home and to fight for his life against a ver y well armed, well trained group of assassins. Meanwhile, a radi cal cleric has been elected president of Pakistan and, upon takin g power, sets off a rapidly escalating conflict with India. As th e situation spins quickly out of control, it becomes clear that I ndia is only days from resorting to a nuclear response, one that will have unimaginably disasterous results for the world at large . With only days to head this off, the President sends in his bes t people, including Jessica Tanzer, to do whatever it takes to re store the fragile peace to the region. Tanzer has only one viable option - to set up and execute a coup d'etat in Pakistan - and o nly one man in mind to lead the team that will try to pull off th is almost unimaginable task in the nerve-wrackingly short time fr ame, Dewey Andreas. If, that is, Jessica can even get to Dewey an d if Dewey can get out of Australia alive... Editorial Reviews About the Author BEN COES is the author of critically acclaimed Power Down. He is a former speechwriter for the George H.W. Bush White House, worked for Boone Pickens, was a fellow at the JFK Sc hool of Government at Harvard, the campaign manager for Mitt Romn ey's run for governor in 2002, and is currently a partner in a pr ivate equity company out of Boston. He lives in Wellsley, Mass. ., St. Martin's Press, 2011, 2.75<
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Signal. Very Good. 5.18 x 0.7 x 7.97 inches. Paperback. 2018. 272 pages. <br>Containing a new introduction from the author and updates to the text, this is a book of uncomon power. Here, an ex traordinary humanitarian gives us a bracing and uncompromising ac count of her work in some of the most devastated corners of the w orld--and a provocative vision for changing course on our growing militarization. Samantha Nutt is one of the most intrepid voice s in the humanitarian arena. Weaving gripping personal experience s with uncompromising and impassioned argument, Damned Nations di ssects war and aid, where humanitarian efforts go wrong, and what can and should be done to bring about a more just world. Drawing from nearly two decades of experiences at the frontline of confl ict, Nutt challenges many of the assumptions and orthodoxies surr ounding the aid industry. A book that is at once moving, engaging , and insightful, Damned Nations has been acclaimed by readers an d critics across North America. Editorial Reviews Review Samant ha Nutt is scrupulously consistent with her hard-nosed, direct, i n-your-face style and defiant resolve in her approach to war and the massive abuses to humanity, especially women and children. Sa mantha is telling us in no uncertain terms that humanitarianism s tarts by a 'critical reflection concerning our own actions and de eds.' And then she offers some solid proposals to consider. Well done, in a most compelling of ways. --LGen the Hon. Roméo A. Dal laire, (Ret'd), Senator This is an extraordinarily riveting book . The anecdotes are heart-wrenching; the analysis is trenchant, p rincipled, uncompromising. I never read a book in one sitting: I read Damned Nations in one sitting, and I regretted that it came to an end. It's not an easy read, but it's filled with emotional and intellectual power. --Stephen Lewis, former Canadian Ambassa dor to the United Nations, and Chair of the Board of the Stephen Lewis Foundation This book is a passionate reaction to so much o f the stupidity and calumny that leads to death and destruction, and yet, it incorporates insightful and cool headed reasons as to why. An important book for our times. --Lloyd Axworthy, Preside nt, University of Winnipeg and former Minister of Foreign Affairs A brave, eloquent, and necessary book. -Lewis Lapham, editor o f Lapham's Quarterly When I first met Sam, I was moved by her to tal and single minded dedication to justice. She thought of peopl e in far away places the way we think of relatives in disadvantag e, and she behaved like we do at our best when we care enough to do something. I have no doubt you will be moved by her stories an d her work, but I hope most of all, by her example. --K'Naan Thi s is an extraordinary book. From its opening scenes, my heart was in my throat. Samantha Nutt is a genuine hero for all of us who want to make a difference in the world. She has helped those who, through no fault of their own, find themselves trapped in terrif ying conditions of terror, injustice, oppression and extreme pove rty. All of us living in the comfort and affluence of industriali zed countries owe it to the rest of humanity to read this powerfu l book. --David Suzuki, co-founder, The David Suzuki Foundation, and Professor Emeritus, University of British Columbia Samantha Nutt drives us to the front lines of an ongoing conflict between empathy and barbarism. Her words, and the lessons she asks us to heed, come from what she herself has witnessed. The passion that Dr. Nutt has for the important work she does is reflected in the pages of this remarkable book. --Seamus O'Regan, co-host, Canada AM Dr. Nutt movingly outlines the chilling truth about war and offers us a rare, poignant glimpse into each individual's part in the process to attainable peace. An absolute must-read for every person in the developed world, and a manual for every leader. - -Chantal Kreviazuk, Juno Award-winning performer and songwriter, and Honorary Founder, War Child Dr. Samantha Nutt is a force of nature. A courageous and tireless advocate for human rights. Dam ned Nations exposes the 'underbelly' of the humanitarian movement . Her colorful, revealing and heart-wrenching first-hand accounts are a must read for anyone who's given so much as a penny to an NGO. --Raine Maida, lead singer, Our Lady Peace, songwriter, and activist About the Author SAMANTHA NUTT, M.D. is an award winni ng humanitarian, acclaimed public speaker, and an expert on the i mpact of war, international aid and foreign policy. She is the fo under of the international humanitarian organizations War Child C anada and War Child USA. Dr. Nutt has worked at the frontline of many of the world's major crises - from Iraq to Afghanistan, Soma lia to the Democratic Republic of Congo, and Sierra Leone to Darf ur, Sudan - developing and implementing programs that support chi ldren and their families. Dr. Nutt is a respected authority for m any of North America's leading media outlets. She is a regular fo reign affairs panelist on CBC's flagship national news program, T he National and a contributor to NowThis News. Nutt's written wor k has been published by TED Ideas, Reuters, The Globe and Mail, T he National Post, Maclean's, The Ottawa Citizen, The Huffington P ost and other publications. Dr. Nutt's TED Talk on the deadly imp act of small arms garnered over a million views on TED com. She i s the recipient of numerous honorary doctorates from universities in Canada and the US. In July 2011, Dr. Nutt was appointed to th e Order of Canada, Canada's highest civilian honour, for her cont ributions to improving the plight of young people in the world's worst conflict zones. Dr. Nutt is a staff physician at Women's Co llege Hospital and an assistant professor of medicine at the Univ ersity of Toronto. She resides with her family in Toronto. Excer pt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. When war retu rned to Bukavu, in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo along the Rwandan border, I dismissed the gunfire as nothing more than a minor skirmish. A peace accord had been signed eighteen months earlier by most of the fractured parties to this hellish conflic t. Had no one read it? Maybe, I reasoned, it was just a group of boys not quite satisfied with the terms of their severance from o ne of the ever-shifting rebel groups. This isn't serious. It will pass. During my previous mission to the region a few months earl ier, there had been hushed chatter among aid workers of a third r evolution, but war zones are full of such stories - of final chap ters in battle not yet written. And, by all accounts, the rumours predated the peace process, so there was no need for concern. Th ere were 10,000 United Nations peacekeepers in the region, and I was confident it wouldn't take them long to identify the problem and contain it. I was travelling with a documentary crew, gather ing footage for an hour-long feature on the Congo's devastating w ar. Our team was set to leave the next day, so I returned to my r oom at the Orchid Hotel - a Belgian-run auberge on the sluggish s hores of Lake Kivu - and continued packing. Half of our crew, whi ch included my husband, Eric Hoskins, had not yet returned from f ilming. I did not expect to hear these words at my door: Sam, Eri c's been detained. Security officials are holding him and the res t of the team at the police station, and have confiscated their p assports and equipment. They want to see our footage. Eric was ne gotiating for the others to be released after they were stopped f or filming in the streets, and was offering himself up as collate ral until the officials obtained what they wanted. We had UN perm ission to film, and this kind of brazen harassment of independent witnesses with camera gear is too often the prelude to atrocity. It was only then that I realized the gunfire we were hearing was a call to arms. I made a list of discrete tasks: grab a few tap es of footage unlikely to be deemed sensitive and whatever cash w e had left; call our contacts at the UN; and, quickly, find someo ne at the hotel who could take me to the police station. The road s in front of the Orchid were rapidly degrading into battle lines . It was no longer just the crackle of automatic fire I heard; th ere was the pitched whistling of bullets as well. They're getting closer. It was a resurgence of violence that no one was expectin g or could explain. Even hotel guests from the American embassy i n Kinshasa, who presumably had access to sophisticated intelligen ce reports, were caught off guard and could provide little inform ation. I was on the third task, about to climb into the back of a wheezing old Peugeot, when Eric came running towards me from an other vehicle. Get behind a wall! he shouted. There are soldiers everywhere. They've started shooting. Eric had lived through a vi olent coup in Sudan, and his instincts were unquestionably better than mine. As relieved as I was to see him, it was not the time to tell him. We ran between two buildings. I was unfocused, rush ing through different scenarios in my mind, none of them useful a nd all of them compounding my mounting anxiety. I'd faced several close calls in war zones before this one - attempted car ambushe s, the sudden appearance of menacing men in berets and mirrored s unglasses - but never one in which I'd had time to think. And it' s only when you have time to think, unarmed in the midst of a fie rce gunfight, that you understand how utterly and hopelessly fuck ed you really are. During a lull in the shooting, Eric and I scr ambled to the hotel lobby to find the other members of our team, none of whom had any war experience. It was then that I learned h e and the others had escaped after convincing the security offici als to follow them to the hotel to view the footage. Once confron ted by the violence in the streets, their captors fled in the oth er direction. The team's vehicle pressed on, fearing it would be more dangerous to remain separated from the rest of us. After a torturous night of uninterrupted gunfire and sporadic shelling, a few more details emerged. The Congolese military had arrested a couple of Rwandan soldiers at the border crossing a short distanc e from our hotel, reigniting the conflict (it wasn't clear which armed group they were associated with). Residents in the area wer e now trapped between these warring factions as they took shots a t one another, and the only thing we could do was take cover and wait. By late morning, the shelling had begun to intensify. Bull ets ricocheted through the hotel kitchen window. Along with every one else, Eric and I made frantic calls to UN authorities, trying to assess the security of our location and wondering whether we should risk moving. Unbelievably, the Internet in the business of fice was still working, and I managed to send a couple of emails to my mother in Toronto: Everything okay. Departure slightly dela yed. Back in a couple of days. We have an unstated arrangement wh en I'm in the field: I don't tell her where I'm going and she doe sn't ask, so long as I send her regular emails letting her know I 'm alive. The advice we received from United Nations and Canadian government contacts over the phone was consistent: Stay where yo u are, keep your heads down, and stand by for further instruction s. Two guests from the hotel came running up from the garden area saying they'd come under fire by the water's edge. No one was in jured, but it was an ominous warning: it meant we were in the mil itias' crosshairs. Shortly afterwards, it sounded as if the rock et-propelled grenades (RPGs) were landing dangerously close - so close that I immediately dropped to the floor, prompting an unfli nching Congolese man in the lobby, who'd obviously endured much w orse, to jokingly say, I see you do not enjoy the beautiful music we play here in the Congo. It is still one of the most reassurin g things anyone has ever said to me in the midst of a crisis. A f ew of the hotel staff had access to a small but impressively rein forced panic room, while the rest of us huddled together in what we deemed to be the safest area: a cramped guest room on the lowe st level of the hotel, built into the side of a hilly ridge and p rotected on three sides. Of course, if an errant RPG were to have landed in the hotel lobby above our heads, the entire building w ould have collapsed upon us. Despite reassurances from UN officia ls that we were not the targets and therefore not likely to take a direct hit, a significant proportion of the roving armed groups were drunk and stoned teenage boys whose weapons training would have been limited to Pull here. Whether we were targets or not, t he boys' spectacularly bad aim was worth heeding. At first, we c asually mingled in the room, introducing ourselves to the other t hirty or so people who'd taken refuge along with our team - local hotel staff, guests, and others who happened to be visiting when the shooting started and the roads became impassable. UN helicop ters beat overhead and for hours it sounded as if the front line had landed right on top of us. During a momentary reprieve we fil ed out of the room, only to be forced back in by a sudden and dra matic escalation of explosions. Eric and I crouched with the oth er members of our team at the back of the room, pressed against a n armoire. People huddled together in the bathroom and under furn iture, staying low to the floor. Mortars were landing on the hote l grounds. With each forceful bang, fine fragments of plaster sho wered down on us. But the worst was about to happen: the sound of running above our heads. Urgent, confused steps were heard betwe en the eruptions of gunfire. Doors were repeatedly opened, then s lammed - whoever it was, however many there were, they appeared t o be searching for something, or someone. No one dared speak. A man by the window reached above his head and gently pulled the cu rtain closed. Eric and I looked at one another, and I could tell by the pained expression on his face that we were having the same thought: They're in the building. There was one other woman in t he room - an American embassy employee. I knew it wouldn't be lon g before she and I would be dragged outside and raped. And what w ould happen to the men? Some would be mercilessly killed as a sta tement about who's really in charge of the eastern Democratic Rep ublic of Congo. Others would be shot so that an itinerant group o f pubescent boys might feel the rush of holding absolute power ov er life and death. After what had been a decade t, Signal, 2018, 3, St. Martin's Press. Very Good. 6.47 x 1.61 x 9.48 inches. Hardcover. 2011. 480 pages. <br>The wait is over-Ben Coes, whose debut Power Down was called the must read thriller of the year (Vince Flynn) is ba ck and at the top of his game with a mesmerizing new novel Wanti ng only a peaceful, obscure life, Dewey Andreas has gone to rural Australia, far from turbulent forces that he once fought against . But powerful men, seeking revenge, have been scouring the earth looking for Dewey. And now, they've finally found him - forcing Dewey to abandon his home and to fight for his life against a ver y well armed, well trained group of assassins. 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EAN (ISBN-13): 9780312580766
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