Brimstone (Special Agent Pendergast Series #5) [NOOK Book]


A body is found in the attic of a fabulous Long Island estate.
There is a claw print scorched into the wall, and the stench of sulfur chokes the air.
When FBI Special Agent Pendergast investigates the gruesome crime, he discovers that thirty years ago four men conjured something unspeakable.
Has the devil come to claim his due?
Some things ...
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A body is found in the attic of a fabulous Long Island estate.
There is a claw print scorched into the wall, and the stench of sulfur chokes the air.
When FBI Special Agent Pendergast investigates the gruesome crime, he discovers that thirty years ago four men conjured something unspeakable.
Has the devil come to claim his due?
Some things can't be undone.

Art critic Jeremy Grove is found dead, his face frozen in a mask of terror. His body temperature is grotesquely high; he is discovered in a room barricaded from the inside; the smell of brimstone is everywhere ... and the unmistakable imprint of a claw is burned into the wall. As more bodies are discovered--their only connection the bizarre but identical manner of death--the world begins to wonder if the Devil has, is fact, come to collect his due. Teaming with Police Officer Vincent D'Agosta, Agent Pendergast is determined to solve this case that appears to defy all logic. Their investigation takes them from the luxury estates of Long Island to the crumbling, legend-shrouded castles of the Italian countryside, where Pendergast faces the most treacherous and dangerous adversary of his career.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Fans of cerebral action adventure novels know that, outside of Michael Crichton, no one delivers the goods like the veteran writing team of Preston and Child (Relic; Still Life with Crows; etc.). As if invigorated by their recent solo efforts (Child: Utopia, etc.; Preston: The Codex, etc.), the two now deliver their best novel ever, an extravagant tale of international intrigue. As their admirers know, one reason Preston and Child thrillers work is because most feature arguably the most charismatic detective in contemporary fiction: FBI Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast, a wealthy, refined yet ruthless descendant of Holmes who's very much his own character. Pendergast, as well as other Preston and Child semiregulars, notably rough-hewn former NYPD cop Vincent D'Agosta, Watson to Pendergast's Sherlock, tread nearly every page of this vastly imagined, relentlessly enjoyable thriller. The body of a notorious art critic is found in his Hamptons, L.I., mansion, wholly burned, with a cloven hoofprint nearby: the devil's work? Similar killings ensue among a group of maleficent bigwigs who, as college students, once gathered in Florence for a mysterious reason. Also at that gathering was the charming yet sinister Italian Count Fosco, a wonderful character whom the authors have borrowed, with due credit, from Wilkie Collins's The Woman in White. In time Agent Pendergast ties Fosco into the killings, as well as a plot to equip the Chinese with devastating weapons and a parallel plot to recover a legendary Stradivarius violin. Erudite, swiftly paced, brimming (occasionally overbrimming) with memorable personae and tense set pieces, this is the perfect thriller to stuff into a beach bag. (Aug. 2) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Agent Pendergast, last seen in the authors' Still Life with Crows, returns in a gruesome murder mystery. In an exotic mansion, Jeremy Grove's charred remains are discovered in an otherwise locked and barricaded room. The area smells of brimstone, and singed into the floorboard appears to be a cloven hoofprint. According to rumor, Jeremy made a Faustian pact with Satan in his youth. Did the Dark Lord finally demand payment? Pendergast can't resist a mystery, and he incorporates the help of police officers from the authors' previous novels. In addition, a major character appears courtesy of Wilkie Collins's The Woman in White. Fans will be excited to see old friends, yet the story will still captivate newcomers. The authors have outdone themselves with marvelous set pieces and an intriguing mystery. Buy several copies. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 4/15/04.]-Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-As FBI Special Agent Pendergast immerses himself in the investigation of an art critic's bizarre murder, he conjures up clues pointing to the Devil as the culprit. After several killings in the same ghastly manner, similar clues are found. Pendergast teams up with Police Officer Vincent D'Agosta, with whom he had worked in The Relic (St. Martin's, 1996), and they begin a lengthy, intense, and time-driven search for the murderer. Along the way, D'Agosta becomes romantically and professionally attached to New York Police Captain Laura Hayward (Reliquary [Tor, 1998]). Their story runs parallel to the investigation and adds another layer of plot. The peculiar nature of Agent Pendergast, who always seems to get out of any kind of dire straits, complements and contrasts with down-to-earth, practical D'Agosta, and they act as catalysts for one another. The action moves from New York City to Italy and places in between. The authors are especially adept at creepy descriptions of eerily spooky castle ruins, crypts, and grave robberies. Readers who like ghost stories, hauntings, and other paranormal activities will find themselves eagerly engaged in this page-turner.-Pam Johnson, Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An outrageously entertaining thriller from these accomplished co-authors (Still Life With Crows, 2003, etc.). Satanic murders are the bill of fare here. Defrocked NYC policeman and sometime mystery novelist Vincent D'Agosta (now on the Southampton force) re-teams with superrich polymath FBI agent Aloysius Pendergast to investigate the suspicious death of much-hated art critic Jeremy Grove, whose burned corpse shows signs of demonic maltreatment. After the two learn that the deceased's recent dinner guests all had reasons to off him, Pendergast trades repartee with adipose Italian aristocrat Count Fosco (blithely lifted from Wilkie Collins's classic The Woman in White), D'Agosta survives a professional hit, and another similar murder brings Homicide Captain Laura Hayward into the mix (and D'Agosta's amorous purview). Wealthy industrialist Locke Bullard, who had known connections to both victims, angrily resists interrogation-and may be helping supply China with un-interceptible long-range missiles. The discovery of further connections sends Pendergast and D'Agosta to Italy, where several involved persons living and dead met for nefarious purposes 30 years earlier. Meanwhile, in a thoroughly uninteresting subplot, convicted murderer and born-again preacher Wayne Buck turns the aforementioned rumors of demonic violence to his advantage, assembling an "army" of believers with whose excesses the beleaguered NYPD must also deal. No matter: Preston and Child have mastered the sure-fire technique of quickly shifting the scene and periodically introducing intriguing new characters. And when Pendergast and D'Agosta reach the ancient "Castello" where their villain resides and all answers lie, aprotracted (though quite gripping) climax ingeniously links Chinese WMDs with a priceless Stradivarius violin and the duplicitous employment of an ancient grimoire. A muted ending yields to a smashing Epilogue, one that sets the stage for a further continuation of this exhilarating series. As good as the genre gets. Don't miss it.
From the Publisher
"Highly compelling thriller . . . Preston and Child prove that the devil is indeed in the details."—Entertainment Weekly (Editor's Choice)

"An outrageously entertaining thriller from these accomplished co-authors . . . As good as the genre gets. Don't miss it."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"The perfect thriller."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780759512061
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 8/1/2004
  • Series: Special Agent Pendergast Series, #5
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 10,404
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Douglas Preston
The thrillers of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child "stand head and shoulders above their rivals" (Publishers Weekly). Preston and Child's Relic and The Cabinet of Curiosities were chosen by readers in a National Public Radio poll as being among the one hundred greatest thrillers ever written, and Relic was made into a number-one box office hit movie. They are coauthors of the famed Pendergast series and their recent novels include Fever Dream, Cold Vengeance, Two Graves, and Gideon's Corpse. In addition to his novels, Preston writes about archaeology for the New Yorker and Smithsonian magazines. Lincoln Child is a former book editor who has published five novels of his own, including the huge bestseller Deep Storm.
Readers can sign up for The Pendergast File, a monthly "strangely entertaining note" from the authors, at their website, The authors welcome visitors to their alarmingly active Facebook page, where they post regularly.


Douglas Preston was born in 1956 in Cambridge, MA, was raised in nearby Wellesley (where, by his own admission, he and his brothers were the scourge of the neighborhood!), and graduated from Pomona College in California with a degree in English literature.

Preston's first job was as a writer for the American Museum of Natural History in New York -- an eight year stint that led to the publication of his first book, Dinosaurs in the Attic and introduced him to his future writing partner, Lincoln Child, then working as an editor at St. Martin's Press. The two men bonded, as they worked closely together on the book. As the project neared completion, Preston treated Child to a private midnight tour of the museum, an excursion that proved fateful. As Preston tells it, " the darkened Hall of Late Dinosaurs, under a looming T. Rex, Child turned to [me] and said: 'This would make the perfect setting for a thriller!'" Their first collaborative effort, Relic, would not be published until 1995, by which time Preston had picked up stakes and moved to Santa Fe to pursue a full-time writing career.

In addition to writing novels (The Codex, Tyrannosaur Canyon) and nonfiction books on the American Southwest (Cities of Gold, Ribbons of Time), Preston has collaborated with Lincoln Child on several post-Relic thrillers. While not strictly a series, the books share characters and events, and the stories all take place in the same universe. The authors refer to this phenomenon as "The Preston-Child Pangea."

Preston divides his time between New Mexico and Maine, while Child lives in New Jersey -- a situation that necessitates a lot of long-distance communication. But their partnership (facilitated by phone, fax, and email) is remarkably productive and thoroughly egalitarian: They shape their plots through a series of discussions; Child sends an outline of a set of chapters; Preston writes the first draft of those chapters, which is subsequently rewritten by Child; and in this way the novel is edited back and forth until both authors are happy. They attribute the relatively seamless surface of their books to the fact that "[a]ll four hands have found their way into practically every sentence, at one time or another."

In between, Preston remains busy. He is a regular contributor to magazines like National Geographic, The New Yorker, Natural History, Smithsonian, Harper's, and Travel & Leisure, and he continues with varied solo literary projects. Which is not to say his partnership with Lincoln Child is over. Fans of the bestselling Preston-Child thrillers can be assured there are bigger and better adventures to come.

Good To Know

Douglas Preston counts among his ancestors the poet Emily Dickinson, the newspaperman Horace Greeley, and the infamous murderer and opium addict Amasa Greenough.

His brother is Richard Preston, the bestselling author of The Hot Zone, The Cobra Event, The Wild Trees, and other novels and nonfiction narratives.

Preston is an expert horseman and a member of the Long Riders Guild.

He is also a National Geographic Society Fellow, has traveled extensively around the world, and contributes archaeological articles to many magazines.

In our interview, Preston shared some fun and fascinating personal anecdotes.

"My first job was washing dishes in the basement of a nursing home for $2.10 an hour, and I learned as much about the value of hard work there as I ever did later."

"I need to write in a small room -- the smaller the better. I can't write in a big room where someone might sneak up behind my back."

"My hobbies are mountain biking, horseback riding and packing, canoeing and kayaking, hiking, camping, cooking, and skiing."

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By Douglas Preston Lincoln Child

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004 Lincoln Child and Splendide Mendax, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53143-X

Chapter One

Agnes Torres parked her white Ford Escort in the little parking area outside the hedge and stepped into the cool dawn air. The hedges were twelve feet high and as impenetrable as a brick wall; only the shingled peak of the big house could be seen from the street. But she could hear the surf thundering and smell the salt air of the invisible ocean beyond.

Agnes carefully locked the car-it paid to be careful, even in this neighborhood-and, fumbling with the massive set of keys, found the right one and stuck it into the lock. The heavy sheet-metal gate swung inward, exposing a broad expanse of green lawn that swept three hundred yards down to the beach, flanked by two dunes. A red light on a keypad just inside the gate began blinking, and she entered the code with nervous fingers. She had thirty seconds before the sirens went off. Once, she had dropped her keys and couldn't punch in the code in time, and the thing had awakened practically the whole town and brought three police cars. Mr. Jeremy had been so angry she thought he would breathe fire. It had been awful.

Agnes punched the last button and the light turned green. She breathed a sigh of relief, locked the gate, and paused to cross herself. Then she drew out her rosary, held the first beadreverently between her fingers. Fully armed now, she turned and began waddling across the lawn on short, thick legs, walking slowly to allow herself time to intone the Our Fathers, the Hail Marys, and the Glory Bes in quiet Spanish. She always said a decade on her rosary when entering the Grove Estate.

The vast gray house loomed in front of her, a single eyebrow window in the roof peak frowning like the eye of a Cyclops, yellow against the steel gray of the house and sky. Seagulls circled above, crying restlessly.

Agnes was surprised. She never remembered that light on before. What was Mr. Jeremy doing in the attic at seven o'clock in the morning? Normally he didn't get out of bed until noon.

Finishing her prayers, she replaced the rosary and crossed herself again: a swift, automatic gesture, made with a rough hand that had seen decades of domestic work. She hoped Mr. Jeremy wasn't still awake. She liked to work in an empty house, and when he was up, everything was so unpleasant: the cigarette ashes he dropped just behind her mop, the dishes he heaped in the sink just after she had washed, the comments and the endless swearing to himself, into the phone or at the newspaper, always followed by a harsh laugh. His voice was like a rusty knife-it cut and slashed the air. He was thin and mean and stank of cigarettes and drank brandy at lunch and entertained sodomites at all hours of the day and night. Once he had tried to speak Spanish with her but she had quickly put an end to that. Nobody spoke Spanish to her except family and friends, and Agnes Torres spoke English perfectly well enough.

On the other hand, Agnes had worked for many people in her life, and Mr. Jeremy was very correct with her employment. He paid her well, always on time, he never asked her to stay late, never changed her schedule, and never accused her of stealing. Once, early on, he had blasphemed against the Lord in her presence, and she had spoken to him about it, and he had apologized quite civilly and had never done it again.

She came up the curving flagstone path to the back door, inserted a second key, and once again fumbled nervously with the keypad, turning off the internal alarm.

The house was gloomy and gray, the mullioned windows in front looking out on a long seaweed-strewn beach to an angry ocean. The sound of the surf was muffled here and the house was hot. Unusually hot.

She sniffed. There was a strange smell in the air, like a greasy roast left too long in the oven. She waddled into the kitchen but it was empty. The dishes were heaped up, and the place was a mess as usual, stale food everywhere, and yet the smell wasn't coming from here. It looked like Mr. Jeremy had cooked fish the night before. She didn't usually clean his house on Tuesdays, but he'd had one of his countless dinner parties the prior evening. Labor Day had come and gone a month before, but Mr. Jeremy's weekend parties wouldn't end until November.

She went into the living room and sniffed the air again. Something was definitely cooking somewhere. And there was another smell on top of it, as if somebody had been playing with matches.

Agnes Torres felt a vague sense of alarm. Everything was more or less as she had left it when she went away yesterday, at two in the afternoon, except that the ashtrays were overflowing with butts and the usual empty wine bottles stood on the sideboard, dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and someone had dropped soft cheese on the rug and stepped in it.

She raised her plump face and sniffed again. The smell came from above.

She mounted the sweep of stairs, treading softly, and paused to sniff at the landing. She tiptoed past Grove's study, past his bedroom door, continued down the hall, turned the dogleg, and came to the door to the third floor. The smell was stronger here and the air was heavier, warmer. She tried to open the door but found it locked.

She took out her bunch of keys, clinked through them, and unlocked the door. Madre de Dios-the smell was much worse. She mounted the steep unfinished stairs, one, two, three, resting her arthritic legs for a moment on each tread. She rested again at the top, breathing heavily.

The attic was vast, with one long hall off which were half a dozen unused children's bedrooms, a playroom, several bathrooms, and an unfinished attic space jammed with furniture and boxes and horrible modern paintings.

At the far end of the hall, she saw a bar of yellow light under the door to the last bedroom.

She took a few tentative steps forward, paused, crossed herself again. Her heart was hammering, but with her hand clutching the rosary she knew she was safe. As she approached the door, the smell grew steadily worse.

She tapped lightly on it, just in case some guest of Mr. Jeremy was sleeping in there, hungover or sick. But there was no response. She grasped the doorknob and was surprised to find it slightly warm to the touch. Was there a fire? Had somebody fallen asleep, cigarette in hand? There was definitely a faint smell of smoke, but it wasn't just smoke somehow: it was something stronger. Something foul.

She tried the doorknob, found it locked. It reminded her of the time, when she was a little girl at the convent school, when crazy old Sister Ana had died and they had to force open her door.

Somebody on the other side might need her assistance; might be sick or incapacitated. Once again she fumbled with the keys. She had no idea which one went to the door, so it wasn't until perhaps the tenth try that the key turned. Holding her breath, she opened the door, but it moved only an inch before stopping, blocked by something. She pushed, pushed harder, heard a crash on the other side.

Santa Maria, it was going to wake up Mr. Jeremy. She waited, but there was no sound of his tread, no slamming bathroom door or flushing toilet, none of the sounds that signaled his irascible rising.

She pushed at the door and was able to get her head inside, holding her breath against the smell. A thin screen of haze drifted in the room, and it was as hot as an oven. The room had been shut up for years-Mr. Jeremy despised children-and dirty spiderwebs hung from the peeling beadboard walls. The crash had been caused by the toppling of an old armoire that had been pushed up against the door. In fact, all the furniture in the room seemed to have been piled against the door, except for the bed. The bed, she could see, was on the far side of the room. Mr. Jeremy lay on it, fully clothed.

"Mr. Jeremy?"

But Agnes Torres knew there would be no answer. Mr. Jeremy wasn't sleeping, not with his charred eyes burned permanently open, the ashy cone of his mouth frozen in a scream and his blackened tongue-swelled to the size of a chorizo sausage-sticking straight up from it like a flagpole. A sleeping man wouldn't be lying with his elbows raised above the bed, fists clenched so hard that blood had leaked between the fingers. A sleeping man wouldn't have his torso scorched and caved in upon itself like a burned log. She had seen many dead people during her childhood in Colombia, and Mr. Jeremy looked deader than any of them. He was as dead as they come.

She heard someone speaking and realized it was herself, murmuring En el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espiritu Santo ... She crossed herself yet again, fumbling out her rosary, unable to move her feet or take her eyes from the scene in the room. There was a scorched mark on the floor, right at the foot of the bed: a mark which Agnes recognized.

In that moment, she understood exactly what had happened to Mr. Jeremy Grove.

A muffled cry escaped her throat and she suddenly had the energy to back out of the room and shut the door. She fumbled with the keys and relocked it, all the while murmuring Creo en Dios, Padre todopoderoso, creador del cielo y de la tierra. She crossed herself again and again and again, clutching the rosary and holding it up to her chest as she backed down the hall, step by step, sobs mingling with her mumbled prayers.

The cloven hoofprint burned into the floor told her everything she needed to know. The devil had finally come for Jeremy Grove.


Excerpted from Brimstone by Douglas Preston Lincoln Child Copyright © 2004 by Lincoln Child and Splendide Mendax, Inc.. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2009


    This is the last in the Pendergast series if you happen to be reading them in the order recommended by the authors. It is just as readable as a stand alone novel but if read in sequence it ties together many story lines from the previous 4 books, especially that involving the enigmatic Constance Greene.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 19, 2010


    Normally I am stingy in donating stars, but I truly believe Brimstone deserves 4 1/2. It captured me from the very beginning with the perfect modality of suspense wherein I feel the metronome ticking methodically while the action and suspencse is building. I have the feeling of surging interest driving forward, while held back by the author's pace. The reult is truly seductive tension and magnificent suspense. The only fault I found was in one transition (which I won't describe because it would ruin the plot for those who haven't read the book.) This transition, I felt could have been smoother. Maybe the authors were as impatient in writing it as I was in reading it. As a trivial matter, the authors should be spanked and sent to their rooms without dinner for using the double possessive e.g., it belonged to a friend of mine. "Belonged to" is possessive, and "of mine" is repetitious and uses a possessive pronoun as object of a preposition. This usage caused me to ponder if that section wasn't dicatated to a recorder rather than typed on a computer.
    The authors should be congratulated for the research that went into the conceptual environment of the book. There is nothing hum-drum and I felt I learned quite a bit. Even the constructon of violins keeps interest bright. This is an elegant novel and a "DON'T MISS" book--for sure!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2009

    Highly Recommended

    Everybody who likes the books by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child should definitly read this one. Its one of their best books so far.
    But even for new readers if you are looking for a page-turning thriller you wont be able to put this one down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    I'm exhausted!

    Preston and Child wear me out. Their plots are always intense - where do these two come up with plot-lines like this? Each Pendergast book I read just keeps getting more intense - and better than the last. I was so glad to see Lt. D'Agosta back - his character goes with with Pendergasts.........I'm ready for the next book of the series...

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    Da Vinci Code meets Dante's Inferno

    Brimstone is the fifth fantastic read from the ingenious Preston and Child duo and it doesn't disappoint. I thought that the book was simply fantastic and extremely delectable, and the moment I finished it I felt a deep hunger to pounce on the next, if I had the sixth book in my possession I have no doubt that I would be unable to leave it alone. Meticulously researched, the novel travels from the streets of New York into the lush and romantic Italy, where Pendergast meets with a nemesis so grand, evil and intense that everyone has little doubt about it being the devil himself. I adore that these books have an aura of enigmatic and mystical proportions, anything is possible and everything somehow has an explanation.

    The book is quite long but a lot of things happen and the chases, the intrigue and the clues take up a lot of time, making the entire story feel alive and throbbing with anticipation of what happens next. My favorite literary crush, FBI Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast is fabulous as usual, with plenty of tricks up his sleeves ( literally) and with his senses heightened to take on this hard challenge he takes charge at solving another unusual crime while risking his life. When a famous art critic dies under strange circumstances Pendergast doesn't tale long to start connecting small clues, they form into a cluster of horrifying secrets and involved more people who seem to die in similar fashion before anyone can get to them. There's a connection between the strange, rich people and the hellish ways in which they perished, but the closer they agent gets to the truth the more obstacles appear on his way, seems that not only is the devil out to get him but the mortals involved in protecting the secrets are as ruthless and vicious as they come. His research takes him and former NYPD officer Vincent D'Agosta to monasteries, castles and catacombs of ancient Italians, where the secrets are gravely guarded and finding the truth is tougher than anyone could have expected. I adored the last hundred pages, the tale really took a life of it's own and the ending was stunning, I am worried but hopeful, gah..books such as this one really take me somewhere else, and I can't wait to dive back in.

    - Kasia S.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2006

    Pendergast is so amazing!

    This book intrigued me with a twisting, turning plot. the characters all had lifelike flaws, however, my favorite was Pendergast, an outstanding masterpiece. he is my favorite type of character intelligent, cool, and collected. I loved how all of the answers were not given at the end of the book there are mysterious things left to wonder about. for instance, who is Constance? where-and when- is she from? i cannot wait to see this and other questions answered in the next installation of the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2004

    Should sell a lot more books than they do!

    I am an avid reader of all types of fiction and have been reading the books of Preston and Child since I picked up a copy of Relic several years ago. I was hooked and have since read everything these guys have written. I find it hard to beleive that more people don't buy their books or know about their work. Maybe they just need a new publicist but as far as I am concerned they are on my 'must read' list. From Relic through Brimstone Preston and Child do not disappoint. Great reads that mix a bit of the supernatural with reality that keep you turning pages until early in the morning. Brimstone continues the development of Agent Pendergast. I am looking forward to the next Preston/Child work. If you like suspense and occult type thrillers the Books of Preston and Child are a must. I would recommend you start with their earlier work and read those first. Although not necessary, they help to understand Agent Pendergast. I have yet to be disappointed in any of their works. They simply are in a genre of their own. Their books should be on everyone's bestseller list. Pick up any one of their books and you will be hooked.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2004


    Emmy and Tony nominee Rene Auberjonois gives a suave, sophisticated, suspenseful reading of this over-the-top thoroughly diverting thriller by the team of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. Protagonist FBI agent Aloysius Pendergast solves puzzles with finesse. He's been raised in privilege, yet, if necessary, he can fight like a street wise tough. He's a bit of a contradiction, and one of the most charismatic detectives to pop from the pages of a book. With 'Brimstone' he's teamed with former NYPD cop Vincent D'Agosta - a perfect foil for the urbane Pendergast to try to discover why art critic Jeremy Grove is found dead, toasted to a blackened mass. After all, this is the Hamptons, where such grisly crimes don't occur. Further, quite clearly next to the late Grove is the imprint of a cloven hoof burned into the floor. What the devil could that mean? Exactly. As more bodies are found and secrets revealed many wonder if the Devil actually has landed on planet Earth. Seems that these crimes can only be explained by the supernatural. Fortunately for listeners who enjoy scenic locations, Pendergast and D'Agosta's probing takes them to Italy, to an old castle in the countryside. Some two decades ago the unthinkable was summoned forth in this place. Vivid in detail 'Brimstone' is terror both horrific and terrific. - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2015

    Just Enjoy the Journey

    The story was a bit tedious in the first half but the pace eventually picked up and it became a very enjoyable read. While some of the plot was over-the-top implausible, it is fiction so I think some literary license should be given. Suspend disbelief snd just enjoy the journey for a while. Overall, a wonderful book. Stephanie Clanahan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2014

    Requirements of The Assassins

    Scratched crudely on the tree trunk are symbols and pictures that tell the rules of The Assassins.<p>Obey the leader or die! But you can suggest stuff! [Illegible]<p>You must have a mark. It is your signature and your disguise. Must look like a face somehow, for example, *-* would be a very generic mark, but it would work.<p>In your bio, do not put too much information. You are an assasin, no one needs to know anything about you than what your name is, rank, appearance, mark, and possible themesong. Do not put a history or anything like that.<p>[Illegible]<p>If you want to become an elite assassin, you must be furtherly trained.<p>The leader is the only one who accepts new members and approves new ranks.<p>Don't [illegible] anything up!<p>All requests must be carried out. The job isn't done until it is done.<p>EVERYONE IS OR WILL BE AN ASSASSIN! And will be be only applies to kits. So everyone.<p>If the leader is not on, the second in command takes his place completely. If the leader is there, the deputy still has some authority, but not as much as the leader. The only thing the deputy can NEVER do is accept members.<p>The leader can kick you out whenever he wants! This usually only applies to those who ruin the reputation of the organization, hurt someone in the organization out of selfishness, bla bla bla. If you piss them off they may just not like you but depending on what you do, they can banhammer your ass from The Assassins.<p>This completely professional list must be followed at all times!<p>Barracuda X\//\\/X,<br>Elite Assassin<p>POSTED BY [Barracuda, elite assassin] AT ["falling angel" result 13] ON [April 18, 2014]

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    Posted March 4, 2014



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  • Posted January 17, 2014

    I recommend it.

    It is an essential part of the Special Agent Pendergast series. As always, the series does involve violence and some gore, so none of the books are for the squeamish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2013


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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Move over Sherlock

    Great mystery within a mystery. The characters are interesting and well developed. It is a worthwhile series to read.

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  • Posted April 14, 2013

    Another can't put er downer!

    This was a wonderful book. I have had many hours of enjoyment trying to match wits with Agent Pendergast. The author has a admirable talent for description, and keeps my imagination in high gear. I sadly have finished all of this series, and hope there will be more to follow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013



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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    highly recommended

    Great book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013


    I have read ten of the twelve Pendergast novels and it didnt disappoint. This is one of my top ten all time fiction books. Definitely a must read for the genre.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Excellent as always

    I love the Pendergast series. There are a few too many "convenient" plot developments for my taste (last-minute rescues and the like), but all the Preston/Child books are very well-written and hold your attention throughout.

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Awesome series and Agent Pendergast is a gas!

    I was recommended this series by a friend in a book club Im a member of, thanks Tracy! Actually she recommended book 12 of the series and I cannot start a series so far in the future. I started at the beginning and have not been disappointed. At book five I am enjoying the layers peeling away of Agent Pendergast. He alone is worth the read but the truth is this is just a well wriiten series! I found myself liking this addition the most thus far and cant wait to start book 6!

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