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"Riveting...Crackling...It really moves."
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They were orphans, Chris and Saul—raised in a Philadelphia school for boys, bonded by friendship, and devoted to a mysterious man called Eliot. He visited them and brought them candy. He treated them like sons. He trained them to be assassins. Now he is trying desperately to have them killed.
Spanning the globe, here is an astonishing novel ...
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Overview

"Riveting...Crackling...It really moves."
WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD
They were orphans, Chris and Saul—raised in a Philadelphia school for boys, bonded by friendship, and devoted to a mysterious man called Eliot. He visited them and brought them candy. He treated them like sons. He trained them to be assassins. Now he is trying desperately to have them killed.
Spanning the globe, here is an astonishing novel of fierce loyalty and violent betrayal, of murders planned and coolly executed, of revenge bitterly, urgently desired.

"A lean, tense thriller... continues in the traditions of Ludlum but with the insight and skillful writing of LeCarre... a forceful and enjoyable book."-- San Francisco Chronicle

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“Impossible to put it down.” —San Francisco Chronicle

“Riveting . . . crackling . . . It really moves.” —Washington Post Book World

“Tough, ingeniously plotted, and always gripping.” —Publishers Weekly

“David Morrell is, to me, the finest thriller living today, bar none.” —Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Charlemagne Pursuit

Washington Post Book World

“Imagine a suspense thriller as riveting as The Thirty-Nine Steps or Rogue Male, featuring heroes the equal of Adam Hall’s Quiller, and crackling with more action than The Road Warrior, Dirty Harry, and The Seven Samurai. Sounds too good to be true? Then just read David Morrell’s THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE ROSE.”
Nelson DeMille - New York Times bestselling author of The Panther
“Fast-paced, intelligent, exciting and hard-hitting.”
Lee Child - New York Times bestselling author of The Affair
“Nobody does this kind of thing better than David Morrell.”

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780449206614
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/1984
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 276,138
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.86 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

David Morrell is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-eight books, including his award-winning Creepers. Co-founder of the International Thrillers Writers Organization, he is considered by many to be the father of the modern action novel. To learn more, go to www.davidmorrell.net.
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The Brotherhood of the Rose


By David Morrell

Fawcett

Copyright © 1984 David Morrell
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780449206614

Book One: SANCTUARY  
A MAN OF HABIT
 

Chapter One


vail, colorado.  

The snow fell harder, blinding Saul. He skied through deepening powder, veering sharply back and forth down the slope. Everything-the sky, the air, and the ground-turned white. His vision shortened till he saw no more than a swirl before his face. He swooped through chaos.  

He might hit an unseen tree or plummet off a hidden cliff. He didn't care. He felt exhilarated. As wind raged at his cheeks, he grinned. He christied left, then right. Sensing the slope ease off, he streaked across a straightaway.  

The next slope would be steeper. In the white-out, he pushed at his poles to gain more speed. His stomach burned. He loved it. Vacuum. Nothing to his back or front. Past and future had no meaning. Only now-and it was wonderful.  

A dark shape loomed before him.  

Jerking sideways, Saul dug in the edge of his skis to stop himself. His pulse roared in his head. The shape zoomed past from right to left in front of him, vanishing in the snow.  

Saul gaped through his goggles, hearing a scream despite the wind. He frowned and moved cautiously toward it.  

Shadows gathered in the storm. A line of trees.  

A moan.

  He found the skier sprawled against a tree trunk, flanked by blood in the snow. Beneath his mask, Saul bit his lip. He crouched and saw the crimson seeping from the skier's forehead, and the grotesque angle of one leg.  

A man. Thick beard. Large chest.  

Saul couldn't go for help-in the chaos of the storm, he might not be able to find this place again. Worse, even if he did manage to bring back help, the man might freeze to death by then.  

One chance. He didn't bother attending to the head wound or the broken leg. No use, no time. He took off his skis, removed the skis from the injured man, rushed toward a pine tree, and snapped off a thickly needled bough.  

Spreading the bough beside the man, he eased him onto it, careful to let the good leg cushion the broken one. He gripped the end of the bough and stooped, walking backward, pulling. The snow stung harder, cold gnawing through his ski gloves. He kept tugging, inching down.  

The man groaned as Saul shifted him over a bump, the snow enshrouding them. The man writhed, almost slipping off the bough.  

Saul hurried to reposition him, tensing when he suddenly felt a hand behind him clutch his shoulder.   Whirling, he stared at a looming figure, "Ski Patrol" stenciled in black across a yellow parka.  

"Down the slope! A hundred yards! A shed!" the man yelled, helping Saul.  

They eased the skier down the hill. Saul bumped against the shed before he saw it, feeling corrugated metal behind him. He yanked the unlocked door open and stumbled in. The wind's shriek diminished. He felt stillness.  


Turning from the empty shed, he helped the man from the Ski Patrol drag in the bleeding skier.  

"You okay?" the man asked Saul, who nodded. "Stay with him while I get help," the man continued. "I'll come back with snowmobiles in fifteen minutes."  

Saul nodded again.  


"What you did," the man told Saul. "You're something else. Hang on. We'll get you warm."  

The man stepped out and closed the door. Saul slumped against the wall and sank to the ground. He stared at the groaning skier, whose eyelids flickered.  

"Keep your leg still."  

The man winced, nodding. "Thanks."  

Saul shrugged.  

Scrunching his eyes in pain, the man said, "Massive foul-up."  

"It can happen."  

"No. A simple job."  

Saul didn't understand. The man was babbling.  

"Didn't figure on the storm." The man scowled, his temples pulsing. "Dumb."  

Saul listened to the storm, soon hearing the far-off roar of snowmobiles. "They're coming."  

"Did you ever ski in Argentina?"  

Saul's throat constricted. Babbling? Hardly. "Once. I got a nosebleed."  

"Aspirin..."   "...cures headaches," Saul replied, the code completed.  

"Ten o'clock tonight." The man groaned. "Goddamn storm. Who figured it'd screw things up?"  

The roar grew louder as the snowmobiles stopped outside the shed. The door jerked open. Three men from the Ski Patrol stepped in.  

"You still okay?" one man asked Saul.  

"I'm fine. But this guy's babbling."

Chapter Two


Maintain a pattern. Every day, Saul kept the same routine, appearing at scheduled places at established times. Eight-thirty: breakfast at the coffee shop in his hotel. A half hour's walk, the route unchanging. Twenty minutes' browsing in a book store. Eleven o'clock: the slopes, again his route consistent.  

For two reasons. First-in case somebody needed to get in touch with him, the courier would know where he was at any time and be able to intercept him, though it had just been demonstrated how an accident could jeopardize procedure. Second-if Saul was being watched, his schedule was so predictable it might bore his shadow into making mistakes.

  Today, more than usual, he had to avoid suspicion. He helped take the injured man down to the ambulance. At the lodge, he chatted with the Ski Patrol in their office, waiting for his chance to slip away. He went to his room and changed from his ski suit to jeans and a sweater. He reached his customary bar exactly when he always did, sitting in the smoke-filled conversation pit, watching cartoons on the giant television screen, sipping a Coke.  

At seven, he went to dinner, as always at the dining room in his hotel. At eight, he went to a Burt Reynolds car-chase movie. He'd seen the feature before and knew it ended at quarter to ten. He'd chosen the theater for its pay phone in the men's room. Making sure the stalls were empty, he put the proper change in the phone and dialed a memorized number precisely at ten o'clock as the man on the slope had instructed him.

A gruff male voice announced basketball scores. Saul didn't pay attention to the names of the teams. He cared only about the numbers, ten in all, a long-distance telephone number, mentally repeating them.  

He left the men's room and, without being obvious, checked the lobby to see if he was being watched.  

No indication of surveillance, though an expert shadow wouldn't let himself be noticed.

  He stepped from the theater, pleased that the storm had persisted. Through the dark and confusion, he slipped down a side street, then another side street, waiting in an alley to make sure he wasn't being followed. With sight so restricted in the storm, a tail would have to follow him closely past this alley to keep up with him.

  But no one did.   He crossed the street and chose a pay phone in an unfamiliar bar two blocks away. Near the din of electronic games, he dialed the numbers he'd been given.  

A woman's sexy voice said, "Triple A Answering Service."  

"Romulus," he said.  

"You've got an appointment. Tuesday. 9 a.m. Denver. 48 Cody Road."  

He set the phone back on its cradle. Leaving the bar, he walked through the cover of the storm to arrive at his hotel precisely when he would have if, after seeing the movie, he'd taken his usual thirty-minute walk.   He asked the desk clerk, "Any messages for Grisman? Room 211."  

"Sorry, sir."  

"No problem."  

Avoiding the elevator, he walked upstairs to his room. The strand of hair at the bottom of his door remained exactly where he'd placed it when he'd gone out, assuring him no one had entered in his absence. One more routine day.   With two exceptions.

Chapter Three



Follow standard procedure. In the morning, Saul bought his ticket at the last possible moment. When the driver started his engine, Saul got on the bus. He sat in back and watched for anyone boarding after him.  

But no one did.  

As the bus pulled from the station, he eased back, nodding with satisfaction, staring at the condominiums of Vail and the far-off dots of skiers on the snow-covered mountains.  

He liked buses. He could see out the back if he was being followed. He could buy a ticket without getting logged in a computer, the reason he didn't fly or rent a car-he didn't want to leave a paper trail. What's more, a bus made several stops along its route. He could get off at any of them without attracting attention.  

Though his ticket was for Salt Lake City, he never intended to go there. He left the bus at Placer Springs an hour west of Vail. After waiting to see if anyone else got off, he bought a ticket for Denver, boarded the next bus heading east, and slumped in the back seat. Analyzing what he'd done, he decided he'd made no errors. Certainly if someone had been watching him, his shadow would be puzzled now, soon nervous, making urgent phone calls. Saul didn't care. He'd gained his freedom.  

He was ready to do his work.  

Chapter Four


Tuesday, 9 a.m. The Denver wind brought tears to his eyes. Gray clouds hulking over the mountains made the morning seem like dusk. Despite his down-filled coat, he shivered, standing on a suburban corner, squinting toward a building in the middle of the block.  

Long, low, and drab. Counting from the address on the corner, Saul guessed the building was 48 Cody Road. He walked through slush to reach it. Though he'd used local buses to get here, transferring often, he nonetheless glanced behind him, just in case. He saw few cars and none that looked familiar.  

Turning forward, he stopped in surprise, gaping at a Star of David above the door. A synagogue? Himself a Jew, he wondered if he'd misheard his instructions. Granted, he was used to meetings in uncommon places.   But a synagogue? His spine felt numb.  

Uneasily he entered. He faced a shadowy vestibule. His nostrils flared from the smell of dust. As he shut the door, its rumble echoed.  

Stillness settled over him. He chose a yarmulke from a box on a table, put the small black cap on the back of his head, and, lips taut, pulled another door.

  The temple. He felt a pressure. The air seemed heavy and dense. It seemed to squeeze him. He stepped forward.  

In a front seat, an old man stared at the white curtain that hid the Ark, his skullcap shiny from years of worship. The old man lowered his eyes toward his prayer book.  

Saul held his breath. Except for the old man at the front, the temple was deserted. Something was wrong.  

The old man turned to him. Saul tensed.  

"Shalom," the old man said.  

Impossible. The man was-  

Chapter Five


Eliot.  

He stood. As always, he wore a black suit and vest. A matching overcoat and homburg hat lay on the seat beside him. A gentile, he was sixty-seven, tall and gaunt, gray-skinned, dark-eyed, his shoulders stooped, his face pinched with sorrow.  

Smiling warmly, Saul replied, "Shalom." His throat hurt as he approached.  

They hugged each other. Feeling the wrinkled kiss on his cheek, Saul kissed the old man in return. They studied one another.  

"You look well," Saul said.  

"A lie, but I'll accept it. You look well, though."  

"Exercise."  

"Your wounds?"  

"No complications."

  "In the stomach." Eliot shook his head. "When I heard what happened, I wanted to visit you."

  "But you couldn't. I understand."  

"You received good care?"  

"You know I did. You sent the best."  

"The best deserves the best."  

Saul felt embarrassed. A year ago, he had been the best. But now? "A lie," he said. "I don't deserve it."  

"You're alive."  

"By luck."  

"By skill. A lesser man could not have escaped."  

"I shouldn't have needed to escape," Saul said. "I planned the operation. I thought I'd allowed for every factor. I was wrong. A cleaning lady, for God's sake. She should have been on another floor. She never checked that room that early."  

Eliot spread his hands. "Exactly my point. Random chance. You can't control it."  

"You know better," Saul replied. "You used to say the word accident had been invented by weak people to excuse their mistakes. You told us to strive for perfection."  

"Yes. But-" Eliot frowned, "-perfection can never be attained."  

"I almost had it. A year ago. I don't understand what happened." He suspected, though. He was six feet tall, two hundred pounds of bone and muscle. But he was also thirty-seven. I'm getting old, he thought. "I ought to quit. It's not just this job. Two others went bad before it."  

"Random chance again," Eliot said. "I read the reports. You weren't to blame."  

"You're making allowances."  

"Because of our relationship?" Eliot shook his head. "Not true. I've never let it sway me. But sometimes failure can have a beneficial effect. It can make us try much harder." He took two slips of paper from the inner pocket of his suit coat.  

Saul read the neat handprinting on the first one. A telephone number. He memorized it, nodding. Eliot showed him the second sheet. Instructions, six names, a date, and an address. Again, Saul nodded.   Eliot took back the papers. Picking up his hat and overcoat, he left the temple to cross the vestibule toward the men's room. Thirty seconds later, Saul heard flushing. He took for granted Eliot had burned the pages and disposed of the ashes. If the temple had been bugged, their conversation alone would not have revealed the subject of the notes.  

Eliot returned, putting on his overcoat. "I'll use the exit in the rear."  

"No, wait. So soon? I hoped we could talk."  


"We will. When the job's completed."  

"How are your flowers?"  

"Not just flowers. Roses." Eliot shook a finger at him in mock chastisement. "After all these years, you still enjoy baiting me by calling them flowers."  

Saul grinned.  

"Actually," Eliot said, "I've developed an interesting variation. Blue. No rose has ever been that color before. When you come to visit, I'll show it to you."  

"I look forward to it."  

Warmly they embraced.  

"If it matters," Eliot said, "the job you'll be doing is designed to protect all this." He gestured toward the temple. "One more thing." He reached into his overcoat, pulling out a candy bar.

  Saul's chest tightened as he took it. A Baby Ruth. "You still remember."  

"Always." Eliot's eyes looked sad.   Saul swallowed painfully, watching Eliot leave through the back, listening to the echo of the door snicking shut. In accordance with procedure, he himself would wait ten minutes and go out the front. Eliot's cryptic remark about the purpose of this assignment troubled him, but he knew only something important would have caused Eliot to deliver the instructions in person.   He squeezed his fists, determined. This time he wouldn't fail. He couldn't allow himself to disappoint the only father he, an orphan, had ever known.

Chapter Six


The man with a mustache munched a taco. Saul explained the assignment to him. They used no names, of course. Saul hadn't seen him before and wouldn't again. The man wore a jogging suit. He had a cleft in his chin. He wiped his mustache with a napkin.  

Baltimore. Three days later, 2 p.m. The Mexican restaurant was almost deserted. Even so, they sat at the remotest corner table.  

The man lit a cigarette, studying Saul. "We'll need a lot of backup."  

"Maybe not," Saul said.

"You know the protocol."  


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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2012

    Big fan

    Loved it before and will always love it. I will always be a fan of david morrell.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2006

    BEST OF MORRELL

    The book is a must read for any Morrell fan. I believe that this is his best work ever. From the very begining I found that I could not put this book down for anything. I read it cover to cover in 4 days. The plot is very well thought out and keeps you guessing till the very end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2003

    Brotherhood of the Rose

    This is one of David's best work. I devoured the book instantly. It was the most intriguing book I had ever read. David really pulled me into the story. I bonded with the brothers and fought every step of the way with them. It was a very visual book for me they way David penned it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2012

    Fabulous read!

    Read this many years ago as a teen and loved it!
    Was anxiously awaiting for it to be available as a Nook book. It is an incredible story, great plot with engaging chatacters.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 28, 2014

    I was entranced in this story from the very start. It was well w

    I was entranced in this story from the very start. It was well written with solid characters and plenty of twist and turns. The attention to detail is exceptional. It moves along at a very fast pace with plenty of action.

    Some language and sex takes place but not detailed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    Recommend highly

    This book is a triller,Im reading and crying on the subway.splended!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    I saw the mini series first!

    Usually people read books, and are disappointed with the cinematic adaptations that follow.
    Having seen the mini series first as I did, was akin to training for a sprint, wearing heavy work boots, and then being given a nice light, and comfy pair of track shoes on race day.
    I've re-read this book many times over the years, and it never gets old.

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  • Posted September 21, 2012

    Good Book. I'm glad I took a chance.

    I had just finished reading First Blood and I took a chance on this book by the author. I'm glad I did. It was very good and hard to put down. I'm looking forward to the rest of the trilogy.

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  • Posted January 4, 2012

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    Didn't Do Much For Me!!

    While I read it completely, I never got too engaged with the characters. I just kept thinking I was re-reading The Company by Robert Littell which was much better...but in all honesty, Morrell's book came first.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2005

    The Best There Is!

    Wow it's so refreshing to read everyone's opinion on this book. I asked my friend to bring a book for me to read, and she brought Brotherhood of the Rose for me. It was fate. I was hooked, and truly this is the best book I have ever read. I am glad to read that others feel the exact same way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2006

    This book is vintage Morrell

    Chris and Saul were orphans and bonded as brothers during their time in a Philadelphia school for boys. Elliott, their surrogate father, befriended them early and would visit them, each time giving them candy and taking them on excursions as a father might do. The two became like brothers and were gradually trained to become expert assassins. Their training included a stay in an Israeli camp, where they learned to be expert in hand to hand combat. They gradually become aware that all is not what it seems, as they become targets themselves by men who use the same Israeli-style attacks that they had learned. They found that the man who was their parent figure now wanted to kill them for reasons they can't understand. The action and deft plot development make this book, and the excellent audio book that followed it as a must for any admirer of the thriller novel. It is another morning book by David Morrell. It should be started in the morning, as you will not get any sleep until you have finished it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2003

    Brotherhood of the Rose

    While Covenant of the Flame is a good book it is not part of the trilogy that I originally wrote. The Trilogy is as follows: Brotherhood of the Rose, Fraternity of the Flame and the League of Night and Fog. These should all be read together and in this order.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2000

    This book really moves!

    This is one of the best books I have ever read. I found it in my mothers collection of books when I was 13 or 14, and I still have it, and I still read it, it's really that good. If you want a really good read, check it out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2000

    THE BEST BOOK IVE EVER READ , HANDS DOWN !

    THIS WAS THE MOST THRILLING AND THE MOST NAIL BITING WORK OF FICTION I'VE READ TO DATE. THIS BOOK CAPTURED ME FROM THE BEGINNING AND HELD ME UNTIL THE VERY LAST WORD. PURE ADRENALINE ! IM NOT ONE FOR RAMBLING OR A BUNCH OF SWEET EMOTIONAL MUMBO JUMBO SO THIS BOOK REALLY DELIVERED FOR ME.THIS BOOK HAS BECOME MY REFRENCE STANDARD FOR HUNTER/HUNTED TYPE BOOKS ,THEY DONT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS. DAVID MORRELL HAS BECOME MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FICTION WRITER DUE TO HIS BELIEVABLE CHARACTERS AND FAST PACED INTENSE STORIES. YOU WILL LOVE THIS BOOK,GARANTEEED!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2000

    CRAZY and AWESOME

    This was the book that got me hooked on reading. any of david morrell's books are better than movies and most other authors. this one i especially like because he goes into the childhood of the characters. this one was thrilling, suspenseful and action-packed.

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