Comes a Horseman [NOOK Book]


The ancients saw Death as a blazing figure on horseback, swift and merciless. Those facing the black chasm often mistook their pounding hearts for the beating of hooves.

Now, two FBI agents pursuing a killer from a centuries-old cult realize they have become his prey.

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The ancients saw Death as a blazing figure on horseback, swift and merciless. Those facing the black chasm often mistook their pounding hearts for the beating of hooves.

Now, two FBI agents pursuing a killer from a centuries-old cult realize they have become his prey.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781418513078
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 10/18/2005
  • Sold by: THOMAS NELSON
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 115,256
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Robert Liparulo

Robert Liparulo has received rave reviews for both his adult novels (Comes a Horseman, Germ, Deadfall, and Deadlock) and the best-selling Dreamhouse Kings series for young adults. He lives in Colorado with his wife and their four children.

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Chapter One

Five years ago

Asia House, Tel Aviv, Israel

He waited with his face pressed against the warm metal and his pistol gouging the skin at his lower back. He thought about pulling the weapon from his waistband, setting it beside him or even holding it in his hand, but when the time came, he'd have to move fast, and he didn't want it getting in his way. He'd been there a long time, since well before the first party guests started arriving. Now it sounded as though quite a crowd had gathered on the third floor of the big building. Their voices drifted to him through the ventilation shaft, reverberating off its metal walls, reaching his ears as a jumble of undulating tones, punctuated at times by shrill laughter. He would close his eyes for long periods and try to discern the conversations, but whether by distortion or foreign tongue, even single words eluded him.

Luco Scaramuzzi lifted his cheek out of a pool of perspiration and peered for the hundredth time through the two-foot-square grille below him. He could still see the small spot on the marble floor where a bead of sweat had dropped from the tip of his nose before he could stop it. If that spot were the center point of a clock face, the toilet was at noon, the sink and vanity at two o'clock, and the door—just beyond Luco's view—at three. Despite the large room's intended function as a lavatory for one, modesty or tact had prompted the mounting of walnut partitions on the two unwalled sides of the toilet. It was these partitions that would allow him to descend from the air shaft without being seen by a person standing at the sink—by his target.

A gust of pungent wind blew past him, turning his stomach and forcing him to gasp for air through the grille. The building was home to several embassies, an art gallery, and a restaurant—enough people, food, and trash to generate some really awful effluvia. When the cooling system was idle, the temperature in the ventilation shafts quickly soared into summer-sun temperatures, despite the nighttime hour, and all sorts of odors roamed the ducts like rabid dogs. Then the air conditioner would kick in, chasing away the smells and freezing the perspiration to his body.

Arjan had warned him about such things. He had explained that covert operations necessitated subjecting the body and senses to elements sane men avoided: extreme heat and cold; long stretches of immobility in the most uncomfortable places and positions; contact with insects, rodents, decay. He had advised him to focus on a single object and think pleasant thoughts until equilibrium returned.

Luco shifted his eyes to a perfume bottle on the vanity. He imagined its fragrance, then thought of himself breathing it in as his fingers lifted hair away from the curve of an olive-skinned neck and felt the pulse with his lips.

He heard the bathroom door open and pulled his face back into the darkness. He held his breath, then exhaled when he heard the click of a woman's heels. Her shoes came into view, then her legs and body. Of course she was elegantly dressed. Not only did the nature of the gathering demand it, but this room was reserved for special guests—the target, his family, and his entourage: people who were expected to look their best. The woman stopped in front of the vanity mirror, glanced at herself, and continued into the stall. Turning, she yanked up her dress. Hooked by two thumbs, her hosiery came down as she sat.

The top of the partition's door obstructed Luco's view of her lap, and during the bathroom visits of two other lovely ladies, he had found that no amount of craning would change that fact. So he lay still and watched her face. She was model-beautiful, with big green eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and lips too full to be natural. She finished, flushed, and walked to the sink, where she was completely out of view. This reassured him that the plan had been well thought through. She fiddled at the sink for a minute after washing her hands—applying makeup, he guessed—and left.

He waited for the click of a latch as the door settled into its jamb. It didn't come . . . Someone was holding the door open. Masculine shoes and pant legs stepped silently into view. Luco's breath stopped.

Watch for a bodyguard, Arjan had told him. He'll come in for a look. He may flush the toilet and run the water in the sink, but he won't use anything himself. The next man in is your guy.

He would recognize his target, of course, but getting these few seconds of warning allowed his mind to shift from vigilance to readiness.

He could see the bodyguard in the bathroom now, a square-jawed brute packed into an Armani. The guard stepped up to the vanity to examine each of the bottles and brushes in turn. He dropped to one knee, with more grace than seemed possible, and examined under the countertop and sink. The bathroom had been thoroughly checked once already, earlier in the day, but nobody liked surprises. Luco smiled at the thought.

Standing again, the guard glanced around, his eyes sweeping toward the grille. Luco pulled back farther, fighting the urge to move fast, which might cause the metal he was on to pop, or the gypsum boards that formed the bathroom's ceiling to creak. He imagined the guard's eyes taking in the screws that seemed to hold the grille firmly in place. In reality, they were screw heads only, glued in place after Luco had removed the actual screws. Now, a solitary wire held up the grille on the unhinged side.

The guard inspected the toilet, the padded bench opposite the sink, and the thin closet by the door, bare but for a few hand towels and extra tissue rolls. Every move he made was quick and efficient. He had done this countless times before—probably even did it in his dreams—and never expected to find anything that would validate his existence. He didn't this time either. After all, his boss was the benign prime minister of a democratic country with few enemies. A grudge would almost have to be personal, not political.

Or preordained, thought Luco. Preordained.

The guard spoke softly to someone in the hall.

The door closed, latching firmly. Someone set the lock. The target walked into view. He drained a crystal glass of amber fluid, almost missed the top of the vanity as he set down the glass, and belched loudly. He fumbled with his pants, and Luco saw that his belly had grown too round to let him see his own zipper, which could present a problem with the superfluous hooks and buttons common to finely tailored slacks. The target left the stall door open. He stood before the toilet with his pants and boxers crumpled around his ankles, his hips thrust forward for better aim, the way a child pees.

A confident assassin may have done the deed right then, just pulled back and shot through the grille into the target's head. And, certainly, he could have hired such professionalism. Arjan would have done it; had even requested the assignment.

But it has to be me. If I don't do this myself, then it is for nothing.

Given that requirement, Arjan had set about preparing his boss for this moment, arranging transportation and alibis, securing timetables and blueprints. Arjan had made him train for five weeks with Incursori loyalists. They had worked him physically and filled his mind with knowledge of ballistics and anatomy, close-quarters combat, the arts of vigilance and stealth—at least to the extent that time allowed. Arjan had explained that using a sniper's rifle and scope was infeasible, considering the deadline.

Shooting a man from three hundred yards is a skill! he had snapped. It's not like the movies, man. It takes years of training to guarantee a kill. And you'll have only one chance, right?


So somewhere in Arjan's dark mind, a switch labeled "close kill" had been thrown, sending Luco down a track that led to this ventilation shaft and his hand on the wire that held the grille in place. Slowly, he unwound it from an exposed screw. Then he recalled Arjan's instructions and relooped the wire.

The target's unabated flow told him he had at least a few more seconds. Luco removed a moist washcloth from a Ziploc baggy. He rubbed it over his face, removing sweat and dust from around his eyes, letting the water refresh him. Arjan had told him that countless missions failed because of haste and machismo myths about warriors fighting despite handicaps. "Perspiration in your eyes is a disadvantage you can avoid, so do it!" he had ordered.

Luco dried himself with a washcloth from another Ziploc. His fingers felt clammy inside the tight dishwashing gloves he wore, but that was better than trying to handle the wire and pistol with sweaty hands. Surgical gloves, he had learned, were too thin to prevent leaving fingerprints. And Arjan had been clear about wearing the gloves from ingress to egress—so clear, in fact, that he'd made Luco wear them the entire last week of his training.

The target was tugging his pants up, running a hand around to tuck in his shirt. As soon as he rounded the partition to step in front of the sink, Luco whipped the wire off the screw and let the grille swing down. A string that was attached to the wire slid between his thumb and forefinger until a knot stopped it, halting the grille inches from the wall.

The water at the sink came on.

He used his strong arms to position himself directly above the opening. His legs pistonned down, and he dropped to the floor. By bending his knees as soon as the toes of his rubber-soled boots touched the marble, he managed an almost-silent landing. Still crouched, he pulled the pistol from his waistband. It was a China Type 64, old but especially suited for the job at hand. Its barrel was no longer than any handgun's, but included a silencer; its breech slide was lockable—and was now locked, he noted—to prevent the noises of cartridge ejection and round rechambering inherent to semiautomatic pistols. With its subsonic 7.65mm bullets, it was the quietest pistol ever made.

He stepped behind the target, who was bent over the sink, splashing water on his face. Perfect. The gun's locking slide meant he had only one quick shot. The next shot would take at least five seconds to prepare—an eternity if a wounded victim was screaming and thrashing around and bodyguards were kicking in the door. His goal was instant incapacitation . . . instant death. And that meant the bullet had to sever the brain stem, which was best achieved from behind. He pointed the pistol at the approximate spot where the man's head would be when he straightened.

But, still bent, the man reached for a hand towel, knocked it to the floor, and turned to retrieve it. Catching Luco in his peripheral vision, he stood to face him. His eyes focused on the gun, and he raised his hands in surrender. His attention rose to Luco's face. Puzzlement made his eyes squint, his mouth go slack.

He knows he's seen me before, Luco realized.

"Ti darò qualsiasi cosa oppure," the man pleaded. I will give you everything. His voice was hushed, obviously believing that cooperation would forestall his death.

"Sono sicuro che lo farai," Luco said. I know you will. Stepping forward, he touched the barrel to the indentation between the man's lips and nose—lightly, as if anointing him—and pulled the trigger. The man's head snapped back. Brain and blood and bone instantly caked the mirror behind him, as a dozen fissures snapped the glass from a central point where the bullet had struck. Miraculously, none of the shards came loose. The noise had been barely audible above the sound of the faucet. Luco caught the body as it crumpled and laid it gently on the floor.

Then the smell hit him, like meat shoved into his sinuses. He stood, tried to breathe. Something fell from the mirror and landed wetly on the countertop. Vomit rose in his throat. He slapped his palm over his mouth and willed it back down. Hand in place, he forced himself to survey the slaughter—the brain matter on the mirror and counter; the blood there, as well as spreading in a pool under the head, a rivulet breaking away and snaking toward a floor drain near the toilet; the face contorted in terror, mouth open, tongue protruding, eyes wide.

He wanted to remember.

Back below the ventilation opening, he jumped and pulled himself into the shaft. He could have used the bench for a boost up, but the idea was to slow his pursuers, even by mere seconds. It wasn't the time it would take the guards to move the bench into place that mattered, but any confusion produced by not having an obvious escape route to follow. First, they'd call for a screwdriver (or shoot away the screw heads). Then they'd tug at the grille, which the high-tensile wire would hold firm. Ultimately they'd get into the shaft, glance at the false metal wall he would place behind him, and head the other way.

Six minutes after the assassination, he clambered out of the shaft behind a stack of boxes in a storage room. Through the door, two steps down a hallway, and he was descending the narrow and dark servants' staircase, rarely used since the installation of elevators in the 1970s. He came out in a kitchen three floors below. Hands were immediately on him, pulling at his blood-spattered overalls.

"Hurry," a young man whispered in Italian. His head moved in all directions as he peeled the clothes away.

Luco stripped off the rubber gloves, then vigorously rubbed his hands together. He opened a pocketknife and ran the blade over the laces of his boots. The young man—Antonio, Luco remembered—tugged off the boots and pushed on a pair of expensive oxfords to match his suit. Everything went into an attaché case. Antonio scrubbed at his neck, face, and hair with a wet towel.

"Ah," Luco complained, wiping at his eye.

"Dishwasher soap. Nothing better for blood." Antonio tossed the towel into the attaché, produced a comb, and ran it through Luco's hair. "Come." He led Luco to a heavy fire door at the rear of the building and signaled for him to wait. He opened it and slipped through. Fifteen seconds later he was back, beckoning Luco outside.

A long alley ran away from the Asia House, cutting a canyon between two tall buildings. The only illumination appeared to be the glow of a mercury-vapor lamp on the far street where the alley ended. Everything else was submerged in blackness. Propping the door open with his foot, Antonio pointed down the alley. "The car is parked on Henriata Sold."

Luco gripped the young man's shoulder and gave it a shake. He leaned closer. "Grazie."

Antonio whispered back, "Anything for you."

Luco stepped into the dark alley, the click of his heels echoing quietly. The door closed behind him. He smiled.

It was finished.

And it had just begun.

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  • Posted August 26, 2010

    Great thriller

    I originally picked up this book for the cover art. I normally don't do this, but the synopsis didn't sound bad, so I went with it. Awesome book. Watching as all the parts come together for the climax was great. The interrogation scene actually spooked me, which is no easy feat. I read nothing but supernatural/thriller/horror books, and there are only 2 others that got to me the way this one did. Writing style was easy to follow, and the characters were great.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2009

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    A must read

    What a good read! It was a page-turner in every sense of the term. The characters were very well-developed, the plot was intriguing, and the suspense kept me up at night. There was plenty of food for deeper thought on bigger issues for those who are interested. I would definitely recommend this to anyone who appreciates a very-well written book.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2008

    Do not miss this book!

    Tired of the same old serial killer story? Robert Liparulo has crafted a marvelous and scary story that is all too believable. Plenty of twists and turns and action to keep you turning pages until the end.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 19, 2009

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    ROBERT LIPARULO this author deserves a uk publisher!

    i found this book (comes a horseman) sat at the bottom of a pile of books at my sisters it wasnt one of my typical authors or stories i thought oh the anticrist world descruction and thought it would be one of them stories where your always one step in front - but oh no it was slow at first then it was all go totally unpridictable plot and fabulous way of writing it didnt come accross as trpical american but a bit twisted/wierd for an english writer.

    if you have not read this book you should it is not an average day end of the world book its full of twist and turns and some stomach wrenching fear and as with the best of writers everything that is going on is all plauseable you could be the one that was sat alone at home before being ferousley attacked by wolf dogs then decapitated.

    excerlent book i want more of them and am having to rely on the internet to collect them all why does america get all the best authors! you should share or robert liparulo's agent should be doing there jobs and get him published in the uk boost his sales etc well good luck with that i hope to see him on the shelves soon

    i also think that people should remember where all the good ideas for films, plays and books come from its from authors that have pride in their work and without authors of some and every kind it would be a bleak world on the entertainment front, not that i am saying this book should be made into a film i dont believe that it should as there have been far to many world descruction films made in the last 20 years. good luck robers=t and keep up the good work it doesnt matter what the reviews say if you are acomplishing your goals

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 8, 2011

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    Riveting Story!

    Absolutely awesome book! Intriguing and suspenceful from page one until the epilogue! I loved that until 2/3s through the book every chapter switched charachters, after that the story got more intense and just moved from event to event. The description in the book was amazing, and you were able to get into the mind of each of the main characters. This book was just shy of 500 pages and the timeline inside the book was just a few days. It was a great book and I definitely would recommend it to others.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 5, 2010

    If this was a first effort (2005), BRAVO! Brilliant narrative surrounding a basically simple plot. Start reading this author!

    When starting this 620 page paperback version I wondered if I would be done by Labor Day (9/6/2010). Two days later I'm writing this in a bit of a daze due to a whirlwind trip of the imagination from Colorado to New York, to Rome, to Isreal. THIS NOT A DAN BROWN IMITATOR! Mr. Liparulo's story is based on factual reality and, as near as I can tell, well researched. The primary conflict is a religious theme, but the story does not necessarily provide an uplifting of faith! Dare to question authority! Criminal acts, forensic technology, behavioral profiling, investigative procedure combined with Dirty Harry, Indiana Jones and a touch of Dennis Lehane.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 14, 2009

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    I'd read this novel before and recently re-read it. It was as brilliant as I remembered. I truly enjoyed it even more on the second read. Liparulo's later novels (Deadfall, Deadlock) are a bit more tightly written, but there is just something about this one, in which he goes deeply into police procedurals and characterization that really grips me. That he's able to do that, on top of eloquent writing and a fast-paced story, blows me away. Few authors are able to juggle so many balls so well.

    I won't go into the story, since that's already been done in these reviews, but I will say it's an intriguing premise and the twists and turns are masterfully handled. I'm pretty good at predicting storylines, but Comes a Horseman surprised me many time--and not in the surprise for surprise sake way; afterward, they made perfect sense. I like that.

    There are four or five pages of endorsements at the beginning of the books, most by famous, bestselling authors, saying how much they enjoyed the story and the writing. I totally agree. I wonder if the few people who posted less-than-glowing reviews just didn't get it or if they were reading outside their genre. Comes a Horseman IS more intellectual than the typical thriller, so maybe that was the problem.

    So far, I've read all of Liparulo's books and he had yet to disappoint me. I guess that makes me a fan. One thing's for sure: I can't wait for his next book!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 7, 2009


    I was asked to read this by a friend of the author and to do a review. I came away disappointed. Where there were numerous places to fill out the story, he just left them blank basically.It was like he was using a recipe and left out some main ingredients. One of the best things about this genre is the info provided, answers provided by the author. The author's too detailed long winded accounts about the "gore", rather than the story line, really places him in the horror writing genre and I don't mean the Stephen King quality either. I was just disappointed. He could of really taken off with this theme and did a really full story, rather than concentrate on the blood and gore. If he was trying to jump on the Dan Brown bandwagon, he sure missed.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2013

    Great read

    Story had me looking over my shoulder frequently! Scary stuff.
    A little too plausible in this day's unreligious climate.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2012

    I am disappointed

    Already to page 170 and it is slow going. I was expecting something more. The characters are not very interesting. I will finish the book just to find out if it gets better (because I am an avid reader). If I knew it would this before I bought the book I would have saved my money

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

    This is a great book!

    Robert Liparulo is a great author and writes manypage turning books.This was one of those books!! I also highly recomend his dreamhouse king series, those are also very good books.

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  • Posted February 21, 2010

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    Awsome Book!!!

    I really enjoyed this book. If you like Christian fiction this is a must read!!! Robert Liparulo has become one of my favorite authors.

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  • Posted July 27, 2009

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    Great book!

    I so enjoyed this book, and could not believe that I had never heard of this author. I am a reader of all kinds of books, but mostly suspense and thrillers. This had it all.....great characters,good plot and suspense enough and then some. I plan on reading more of his books and have recommended this to many of my reading friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2009

    Great adventure

    Kept me interested throughout the entire book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2006

    Loved It

    I loved this book... I was on the edge of my seat the whole time... Finally a book that is so exciting as this one was... Great Job !!! Cant wait for the next on by this author!.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2006

    As Good as Dan Brown

    The only other author, besides Dan Brown, that currently keeps me glued to a book and can't-get-back-to-reading-it-soon-enough, is Liparulo. Although not as suspenceful as Brown, he is lagging behind by only a small pace. The descriptions are graphic and the action is well paced. He keeps the language clean and no unnecessary sexuality (which rarely advances a plot). Just a caution, because of graphic descriptions, this is for a mature audience.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2005

    Keeps You Guessing, Keeps You Up at Night

    I¿m usually not a thriller reader, so Robert Liparulo had an uphill battle to win me over with his new book, Comes a Horseman. He won. I was drawn in by the fresh prose, vivid imagery, and dynamic characters. And then he started weaving an intriguing plotline that had my mind racing as if through a labyrinth in the dark. FBI agents Brady Moore and Alicia Wagner follow up on a string of bizarre killings, but suddenly the investigators become the investigated. Moore and Wagner become the target of a mystical organization that spans countries and centuries in its quest to find the ultimate power. The quiet moments between Moore and his young son ring warm and true, and set us up for the moments of raw terror as the killer stalks father and son in their own home. It¿s clear as the chase takes us from the secret chambers of the Vatican to the shadowy tunnels of the catacombs, that we are in the hands of a master storyteller. Some scenes are graphically intense, but brief. Liparulo hooked me and had me flipping pages to see what would happen next. It¿s no wonder Hollywood is already working on the movie version. Comes a Horseman is tightly written and powerfully executed, with twists and turns that keep you guessing. And keep you up at night. Don¿t miss this one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2005

    WOW..needs no other descriptive!!!

    COMES A HORSEMAN by Robert Liparulo was definitely a book to rival the writing of Dan Brown. I started the book one evening, then began reading it the next day and did not stop until I had finished all 484 pages in the wee hours of the next morning. This is his first book and just came out recently. I will definitely be on the look out for more from him.The story starts out with a serial killer and his well trained and illegal wolf/dogs. Connecting the murders brings up strange threads that connect these killings to a secret society. The FBI comes into the story because the murders cross state lines. Eventually the case crosses world boundaries, the Vatican, the United Nations, and a secret society of different people who maintain membership because of their wealth, knowledge, and power. It eventually comes to the libraries of the Vatican, and goes to another underground network of cave tunnels and rooms where the future of the world is being influenced, and determined by those who hope to find the Antichrist and plug into his power and wealth to control the world. More realistic than futuristic in the story line of this book! The author claims NO truths in this book, but it is full or truths and real possibilities that adds more mystery/thrills of the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2005

    You have GOT to read this one!

    FBI Agents Brady Moore, criminal psychologist, and Alicia Wagner are used to grisly scenes of death. They are the ones assigned to the Pelletier Killings. The murderer uses wolf-dogs to restrain his targets as he uses an axe for the killing blow. Though the MO is the same for the victims, no one could find a link to connect them. ...................... Then Alicia located Father Duncan McAfee, a Catholic priest in Manhattan. Father McAfee has published books pertaining to near death experiences. The people who died, went to Hades, and was then granted a second chance at life would tell Father Duncan their stories. As Father Duncan told Alicia their stories, things began to come together. ..................... Meanwhile, in Israel, Luco Scaramuzzi is with a group called the Watchers. Luco and Father Adalberto Randall are trying to convince the Watchers that the prophecies are coming true and that Luco is the Antichrist. Enter a world where right and wrong of religion is a thin line that can kill. ...................... ***** Whether you are religious or not, this novel will give you the CHILLS! There is no way I can give a clear synopsis without giving away vital information that would nullify several surprises. This is a thick novel, but the content is so intense the time just seemed to fly by for me. I must have finished reading it in record time! It grabbed me on the first page with an assassination and kept going until the climatic ending. To put it in simple words, 'You have GOT to read this book!' *****

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    gritty apocalypse thriller

    Luco Scaramuzzi plans to be recognized as the Antichrist as he assumes he will become the wealthiest person on the planet. To achieve his goal, he starts with a bizarre assassination. Others homicides follow. FBI Agents Brady Moore and Alicia Wagner investigate the weird serial killings. Brady struggles with the accidental death of his wife forcing him to raise a son by himself Alicia has her own cross to bear as she wants her partner, but being the stronger of the partners hides her deepest regard accepting unrequited love means do nothing to cost her his friendship. --- An affluent sect The Watchers and a lone card Pip Farago know that Luca is not the Antichrist as both wait the fulfilling of a millennium old prophesy. While Pip worries about the emergence of the most dangerous person on earth, the group looks forward to support him. Luco works to meet the test that would prove his claim Pip has proof otherwise, but he wonders if he should share it with the Watchers, which by doing so would brings attention to him from that dangerous group. Meanwhile as part of his campaign, Luco targets the two Feds, who have found an apparent weird religious link. --- COMES A HORSEMAN uses the premise that for every light there is a dark counterpoint so that readers observe influential groups working for the success of a demonic age on earth. The story line is bloody frightening (literally and figuratively) as Robert Liparulo pushes his premise that hell¿s minions are nearby trying to conquer humanity and good deeds and faith may not be enough. Fans will appreciate this gritty apocalypse thriller that takes no prisoners, but should have a warning label to keep your most powerful religious symbol in your hands at all time you will need it as they are coming. --- Harriet Klausner

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