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Rasputin's Shadow

  • Rasputin's Shadow
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Présentation de l'éditeur An ingenious, fast-paced historical thriller from the author of the New York Times bestseller The Last Templar On a cold, bleak day in 1916, all hell breaks loose in a mining pit in the Ural Mountains. Overcome by a strange paranoia, the miners attack one another, savagely and ferociously. Minutes later, two men—a horrified scientist and Grigory Rasputin, trusted confidant of the tsar—hit a detonator, blowing up the mine to conceal all evidence of the carnage. In the present day, FBI agent Sean Reilly’s search for Reed Corrigan, the CIA mindcontrol spook who brainwashed Reilly’s son, takes a backseat to a new, disturbing case. A Russian embassy attaché seems to have committed suicide by jumping out of a fourth-floor window in Queens. The apartment’s owners, a retired physics teacher from Russia and his wife, have gone missing, and further investigation reveals that the former may not be who the FBI believe him to be. Joined by Russian Federal Security Service agent Larisa Tchoumitcheva, Reilly’s investigation of the old man’s identity will uncover a desperate search for a small, mysterious device, with consequences that reach back in time and which, in the wrong hands, could have a devastating impact on the modern world. Packed with the twists, intrigue, and excitement that Khoury’s many fans have come to expect, Rasputin’s Shadow will keep readers turning pages long into the night. Extrait Prologue Ural Mountains, Russian Empire 1916 As the high-­pitched shriek reverberated against the walls of the copper mine, Maxim Nikolaev felt an unusual pinch deep in his skull. The big man set down his pickax and wiped his brow just as the pain­ful sensation subsided. He took in a deep breath, flooding his already-­infested lungs with more toxic dust. He didn’t even notice or care anymore. Right then, the mid-­morning break was all he was thinking of, given that his working day had started at five. As the last echoes of the whistle died out around him and with the army of pickaxes now at rest, Maxim heard the distant sound of the Miass River, out by the mouth of the open mine. It reminded him of when he was a boy, when his uncle often took him swimming at a se­cluded spot on the outskirts of Ozyorsk, away from the thick, putrid smoke that belched out of the smelting plant twenty-­four hours a day. He remembered the smell of the pine trees, so tall they seemed to touch the sky. He missed the tranquility of the place. He missed the open sky and the clean air even more. A voice rang out from farther down the tunnel. “Hey, Mamo, get your ass over here. We’re playing for a go on Pyotr’s daughter.” Maxim wanted to roll his eyes at Vasily, partly for the diminutive, which he hated, and partly for the man’s general stupidity, but the wiry bastard took offense at the slightest provocation, so Maxim smiled at the group of men instead, hefted his pickax onto a broad, muscle-­bound shoulder, and sauntered over to where the three other mudaks were al­ready at their regular seats. He sat down next to the unfortunate Pyotr and set his tool against the wall beside him. Maxim had laid eyes on the man’s daughter only once, and though she was indeed strikingly beautiful, he had no doubt that she could certainly do a lot better than any of the pathetic losers around him toiling deep in the bowels of the earth for a less-­than-­meager wage. Maxim fished out a small flask—?­a punishable offense—?­and took a long swig, then wiped his mouth with a grimy sleeve. “Let’s play, then,” he told Vasily. He might as well try to win some money from the leering idiot if he could. Stanislav, the most pathetic of the foursome, went first, followed by Pyotr, then Maxim. Then Vasily’s turn came around. He slammed his fist down onto a just-­turned Queen of Hearts, rattling the half-­broken wooden table around which the four men sat, then leaned back with a smug smile on his face. Maxim didn’t flinch. His mind was already drifting away. He f Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Présentation de l'éditeur An ingenious, fast-paced historical thriller from the author of the New York Times bestseller The Last Templar On a cold, bleak day in 1916, all hell breaks loose in a mining pit in the Ural Mountains. Overcome by a strange paranoia, the miners attack one another, savagely and ferociously. Minutes later, two men—a horrified scientist and Grigory Rasputin, trusted confidant of the tsar—hit a detonator, blowing up the mine to conceal all evidence of the carnage. In the present day, FBI agent Sean Reilly’s search for Reed Corrigan, the CIA mindcontrol spook who brainwashed Reilly’s son, takes a backseat to a new, disturbing case. A Russian embassy attaché seems to have committed suicide by jumping out of a fourth-floor window in Queens. The apartment’s owners, a retired physics teacher from Russia and his wife, have gone missing, and further investigation reveals that the former may not be who the FBI believe him to be. Joined by Russian Federal Security Service agent Larisa Tchoumitcheva, Reilly’s investigation of the old man’s identity will uncover a desperate search for a small, mysterious device, with consequences that reach back in time and which, in the wrong hands, could have a devastating impact on the modern world. Packed with the twists, intrigue, and excitement that Khoury’s many fans have come to expect, Rasputin’s Shadow will keep readers turning pages long into the night. Extrait Prologue Ural Mountains, Russian Empire 1916 As the high-­pitched shriek reverberated against the walls of the copper mine, Maxim Nikolaev felt an unusual pinch deep in his skull. The big man set down his pickax and wiped his brow just as the pain­ful sensation subsided. He took in a deep breath, flooding his already-­infested lungs with more toxic dust. He didn’t even notice or care anymore. Right then, the mid-­morning break was all he was thinking of, given that his working day had started at five. As the last echoes of the whistle died out around him and with the army of pickaxes now at rest, Maxim heard the distant sound of the Miass River, out by the mouth of the open mine. It reminded him of when he was a boy, when his uncle often took him swimming at a se­cluded spot on the outskirts of Ozyorsk, away from the thick, putrid smoke that belched out of the smelting plant twenty-­four hours a day. He remembered the smell of the pine trees, so tall they seemed to touch the sky. He missed the tranquility of the place. He missed the open sky and the clean air even more. A voice rang out from farther down the tunnel. “Hey, Mamo, get your ass over here. We’re playing for a go on Pyotr’s daughter.” Maxim wanted to roll his eyes at Vasily, partly for the diminutive, which he hated, and partly for the man’s general stupidity, but the wiry bastard took offense at the slightest provocation, so Maxim smiled at the group of men instead, hefted his pickax onto a broad, muscle-­bound shoulder, and sauntered over to where the three other mudaks were al­ready at their regular seats. He sat down next to the unfortunate Pyotr and set his tool against the wall beside him. Maxim had laid eyes on the man’s daughter only once, and though she was indeed strikingly beautiful, he had no doubt that she could certainly do a lot better than any of the pathetic losers around him toiling deep in the bowels of the earth for a less-­than-­meager wage. Maxim fished out a small flask—?­a punishable offense—?­and took a long swig, then wiped his mouth with a grimy sleeve. “Let’s play, then,” he told Vasily. He might as well try to win some money from the leering idiot if he could. Stanislav, the most pathetic of the foursome, went first, followed by Pyotr, then Maxim. Then Vasily’s turn came around. He slammed his fist down onto a just-­turned Queen of Hearts, rattling the half-­broken wooden table around which the four men sat, then leaned back with a smug smile on his face. Maxim didn’t flinch. His mind was already drifting away. He f Afficher moinsAfficher plus

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Rasputin's Shadow
Editeur
Dutton
Publication
08 octobre 2013
Pages
416
Taille
23.6 x 16.1 x 3.3 cm
Poids
597
ISBN-13
9780525953135
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