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Bound by his promise to Glaeken, Jack has refrained from making any direct moves against Rasalom.  But things have changed so there's nothing holding Jack in check any longer.  Other changes are occurring as well.  Jack is healing at an accelerated rate--much like Glaeken did when he was immortal. This can only mean that Glaeken's time is almost up and when he dies, Jack takes his place. Rasalom continues to plot against the Lady.  Twice she has died and returned; a ...
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Bound by his promise to Glaeken, Jack has refrained from making any direct moves against Rasalom.  But things have changed so there's nothing holding Jack in check any longer.  Other changes are occurring as well.  Jack is healing at an accelerated rate--much like Glaeken did when he was immortal. This can only mean that Glaeken's time is almost up and when he dies, Jack takes his place. Rasalom continues to plot against the Lady.  Twice she has died and returned; a third time and she will be gone, leaving a clear path for the Otherness to infiltrate this reality.  But Ernst Drexler, formerly Rasalom's go-to guy for logistical support, fears he will be left out in the cold when the Change comes. He forms an uneasy alliance with Jack, who is preparing to face their old enemy.   Meanwhile, Dawn Pickering is searching for her supposedly dead baby.  The trail leads her to a mansion in a remote Long Island coastal town, where she discovers a truth she could have never imagined. Now the stage is set for Jack's massive assault on Rasalom.  Jack knows he's got just one shot.  But it's not just a matter of taking out Rasalom: he also must safely retrieve Dawn's child and minimize collateral damage.  So, he comes up with a foolproof plan. But fools are always with us….

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
More than 30 years in the planning, Wilson’s 15th and final novel (after Fatal Error) of urban mercenary Repairman Jack and his role in the battle for Earth between two cosmic consciousnesses known as the Ally and the Otherness ends with a bang and a whimper that perfectly suits its apocalyptic designs. When Jack hunts down Otherness avatar Rasalom with enough firepower to take out the small Long Island town where his enemy has holed up, Rasalom proves to have the resilience of a comic book supervillain. Rasalom’s plans—to eliminate the Lady, an embodiment of Earth’s sentience, and to nurture an anti-Christ–like child who will fulfill his malignant plans for “the Change”—torque the plot into refreshingly unpredictable territory. The finale, which deftly ties together the series’ many subplots, plays out on a surprisingly human scale. Though Wilson promises several prequels, this thriller fittingly concludes one of the most consistently entertaining series in modern fantastic fiction. (Oct.)
From the Publisher
"Repairman Jack is one of the most original and intriguing characters to arise out of contemporary fiction in ages. His adventures are hugely entertaining.”

—Dean Koontz on the Repairman Jack novels


"Jack stand[s] out from the supernatural pack. The books are about an ordinary guy doing whatever it takes to protect the innocent, and that's a story that always has resonance.”

The Chicago Sun-Times on By the Sword


“A canny mix of sci-fi paranoia and criminal mayhem. Bloodline starts fast, keeps the accelerator down, and defies you to stop reading.”

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Kirkus Reviews
After hammering hard at evil for the 15th time (Fatal Error, 2010, etc.), Repairman Jack puts his tools away. In an author's note, Wilson informs readers that in their collective hands they now "hold the final installment of the Repairman Jack series." If so, it's a rather melancholy valedictory. At the novel's outset, though, here's Jack full of beans, eager to get at his long-time nemesis, Rasalom, aka the One. This malevolent, monomaniacal lowlife heads a sinister organization known as the Order, whose self-appointed task it is to bring about the Change. While no one knows exactly what that entails, all right-thinking people view it as not for the better and quite sensibly want nothing to do with it. Ever-resourceful Jack has a plan, a typically all-in cast of the dice he hopes will rid the world of the One once and for all. By novel's end, however, the world…but that would be telling. In between, just about everything that happens is dismaying to Jack and his friends. The Lady--as much the embodiment of good as Rasalom is of evil--has been killed twice, a third strike and she's out of the game. Glaeken, Jack's Merlin-like mentor, fades ever more noticeably. Is it possible, thinks Jack dispiritedly, that after thousands of years he's down to his final months? Dawn Pickering continues to chase the baby Rasalom stole from her, all the while fearing her baby might have been rendered akin to Rosemary's. And Weezy, poor girl, who's had Jack's back forever, is feeling the pangs of unrequited love. At length Jack lays down his climactic, high-power barrage against Rasalom and the Order, but when the smoke clears Good vs. Evil remains an unresolved contest, the smart money sitting on its hands. An impressive, vividly imagined saga that over its last two entries has begun showing signs of series fatigue. A good time to end it.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429985543
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 10/11/2011
  • Series: Repairman Jack Series , #15
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 81,541
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

F. Paul Wilson is the New York Times bestselling author of horror, adventure, medical thrillers, science fiction, and virtually everything in between. His books include the Repairman Jack novels, including Ground Zero, The Tomb, and Fatal Error; the Adversary cycle, including The Keep; and a young adult series featuring the teenage Jack. Wilson has won the Prometheus Award, the Bram Stoker Award, the Inkpot Award from the San Diego ComiCon, and the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Horror Writers of America, among other honors. He lives in Wall, New Jersey.
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“Sir!” the cabbie said in heavily accented English as Jack slammed the taxi door shut behind him. “Those people were—”
“They were there first and—”
Jack slammed the plastic partition between them and shot him his best glare. “Drive, goddammit!”
The guy hesitated, then his dark features registered the truth that he wasn’t going to win this one.
“There!” Jack pointed uptown, where the cab was facing. “Anywhere, just move!”
As the cab pulled into the bustling morning traffic on Central Park West, Jack twisted to peer through the rear window. The couple he’d shoved out of the way to commandeer the taxi stood at the curb, huddling against the March wind as they stared after him in openmouthed shock, but they seemed to be the only ones.
Good … as if anything about this could be called good.
He faced front again and checked his arm. His left deltoid hurt like hell. He noticed a bullet hole in the sleeve of his beloved beat-up bomber jacket. He reached inside, touched a reeeally tender spot. His fingers came out bloody.
Swell. Just swell. This was not how the day was supposed to go.
It had begun serenely enough: shower, coffee and kaisers with Gia, then a trip to Central Park West to drop in on the Lady. He knew certain forces wanted to rid the world of her, and had almost succeeded a couple of weeks ago. But he’d never expected an armed ambush.
*   *   *
After finding the Lady’s apartment empty, he’d taken the stairs one floor up to Veilleur’s floor.
Even though he could call him Glaeken now, he’d trained himself to think of him as Veilleur and Veilleur only for over a year, so shifting to his real name was going to take a little time.
He knocked on the steel door at the top step. “Hello?”
“Come in, Jack,” said a voice from somewhere on the other side. “It’s open.”
Inside he found Glaeken slumped in an easy chair in the apartment’s great room, sipping coffee as he stared out at the morning sky through the panoramic windows.
Jack slowed as he approached, struck by his appearance. He was as big as ever; his shoulders just as broad, his hair as gray, his eyes as blue. But he looked older today. Okay, the guy was old—he measured his age in millennia—but this morning, in this unguarded moment, he looked it. Jack hadn’t been by since the Internet mess. Could Glaeken have aged so much since then?
“You okay?”
He straightened and smiled, and some—but not all—of the extra years dropped away. “Fine, fine. Just tired. Magda had a bad night.”
His aged wife’s memory had been slipping away for years and was little more than vapor now. Glaeken radiated devotion to her, and Jack knew he’d hoped they’d grow old together. The old part had worked out, but not the together. Glaeken was alone. Someone named Magda might be in a bedroom down the hall, but the mind of the woman he’d fallen in love with had left the building.
“Didn’t the nurse—?”
“Yes, she did what she could, but sometimes I’m the only one who can calm her.”
Jack shook his head. Like the old guy needed more stress in his life.
“Have you seen the Lady? I stopped in to check on how she’s doing but her place is empty.”
She occupied the apartment just below. Couldn’t say she lived here, because the Lady wasn’t alive in the conventional sense.
“You just missed her.” Glaeken gestured to the window. “She went for her morning walk in the park.”
“Really? When did she start that?”
“Almost a week now.”
Jack stepped to the glass and stared down at Central Park, far below. A little to the left, ringed by winter-bare trees, the grass of the Sheep Meadow showed brown through patches of leftover snow.
“I take it she’s recovering then?”
“Still weak but feeling a little stronger every day.”
“Well, I guess after being wheelchair-bound and damn near dead a couple of weeks ago, that’s not bad.”
“Would that I had a fraction of her resilience.”
Jack scanned the park but couldn’t pick her out. Even though the park was relatively empty due to the cold, the strollers looked too small from up here. All his uncles looked like ants, as the joke went.
“Can you spot her?”
Glaeken rose and stood beside him, leaning into the sunlight as he squinted below. “My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”
“What’s she wearing?”
“One of those house dresses she favors lately. It’s yellow today.”
“That’s all? It’s freezing—” He caught himself. “Never mind.”
Glaeken shot him a quick glance but said nothing.
Right. He knew. The Lady didn’t feel cold. Or heat. Or pain. And her clothes weren’t really clothes, simply part of whatever look she was presenting to the world. She’d worn the form of Mrs. Clevenger before her near-death experience and seemed to be stuck in that form ever since.
Glaeken said, “You know how she likes to be out among her ‘children.’”
Jack spotted a bright yellow someone strolling in the near half of the meadow.
“Got her.” He turned away from the window. “I’ll catch up to her.”
“She’ll be back soon.”
Jack shook his head. “Got things to do. Today’s the day I start looking for the R-Man.”
“You can say his name now.”
“I know. But it’s geekier to have code names for him.”
Glaeken looked at him. “Geekier?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just me running at the mouth.”
“I hope it doesn’t indicate that you are in any way taking him lightly.”
“Believe me, I’m not. I’ve seen what he can do.”
Just my way of coping, he thought as he headed for the elevator.
Glaeken’s elevator had two buttons—one for the top floor and one for the lobby. One of the perks of owning the building.
At street level, Jack waved to the doorman and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Central Park loomed just across the street. He strode to the corner of Sixty-fourth and waited for the light.
He’d developed enormous respect, maybe even a sort of love for the city’s traffic signals after they’d gone down during the Internet crash. Days of pure hell followed. They were back in working order now, though not all in sync yet. The Internet, however, still had a ways to go before it could call itself cured. The virus that had brought it down—and the city’s traffic and transit systems along with it—was still replicating itself in unvaccinated regions of the Web. Cell phones were back up and running, much to everyone’s relief, though local outages were still a problem.
He adjusted the curved bill of his Mets cap lower over his face. Working lights meant working traffic cams. Designed to catch red-light runners, they recorded tons of pedestrians every minute. Couldn’t go anywhere these days without some goddamn camera sucking off a bit of your soul.
He crossed with the green and trotted a block uptown to one of the park entrances. He stopped at the edge of the fifteen-acre field known as the Sheep Meadow. In the old days it had lived up to its name, with a real shepherd and his flock housed in what was now Tavern on the Green. Nowadays, in warmer weather, hordes of sun worshippers littered the grass. None of those on this blustery March day, making the Lady’s yellow dress easy to pick out.
He spotted her ambling along the tree line at the northern end. Gray-haired Mrs. Clevenger had been a fixture in his hometown when he was a kid, but she’d always worn black. To see her in any other color, especially yellow, was jarring.
As he started toward her, he noticed the stares she was attracting. People had to think she was a little off in the head, strolling around in this temperature wearing only a thin, sleeveless housedress.
He was about fifty yards away, and readying to call out, when four men stepped out of the trees, raised semiautomatic pistols, and began firing at her.
Jack froze for a shocked instant, thinking he had to be hallucinating, but no mistaking the loud cracks and muzzle flashes. He yanked the Glock 19 from the holster at the small of his back and broke into a run.
The Lady had stopped and was staring at the men firing nearly point-blank at her head and torso as they moved in on her. She didn’t stagger, didn’t even flinch. They couldn’t be missing.
As he neared and got a better look, she seemed to be unharmed. No surprise. Her dress was undamaged as well. The bullets seemed to disappear before they reached her.
One of her assailants looked Jack’s way. As their eyes locked the man shouted something in a foreign language and angled his pistol toward him. Jack swiveled his torso to reduce his exposure and veered left, popping three quick rounds at the gunman’s center of mass. Two hit, staggering him, felling him. He landed on his back in a patch of old snow. The third bullet missed but winged his buddy behind him. Another of the attackers shouted something and fired just as Jack changed direction. He felt an impact and a stinging pain in his left upper arm. He dropped to a knee and began pulling the trigger, firing two-to-three rounds per second in a one-handed grip. This was going to run his mag in no time, but he had only one man down and couldn’t allow any of the three still standing to get a bead on him.
Relief flooded him as they grabbed their wounded pal and ran back into the trees. He stopped firing and didn’t follow. He’d counted thirteen rounds fired. That left two in his magazine and he wasn’t carrying a spare—a firefight had not been on the morning’s agenda. He did have his Kel-Tec backup in an ankle holster, but that was useful only at close range.
The Lady was staring at him. “They tried to kill me.”
“Ya think?”
Jack looked at the downed attacker. His face matched the shade of the dirty snow cushioning his head. Ragged breaths bubbled the blood in his mouth. His pistol lay by his side. A Tokarev. Jack had seen a lot of Tokarevs lately—too many—and its presence pretty much nailed who’d sent him and his buddies.
The Order.
Drexler had sent out a hit team on the Lady. What was he thinking? Nothing of this Earth could harm her, and lead slugs were of this Earth. Drexler knew that. So why would he try? Unless he thought he’d come into some special super bullets.
As Jack holstered his Glock, he grabbed the Tokarev and felt a jab of pain in his left upper arm. Yeah, he’d been hit. Worry about that later. People were pointing their way, some already on cell phones. Too much to hope for one of the random phone outages here and now, he supposed. And even if they couldn’t get their calls through, they could use the phones as cameras. None of the callers was too close but that could change. Cops would be here soon.
He shoved the Tokarev into his jacket and grabbed the Lady’s arm.
“We’ve got to get you out of here.”
In the good old days—as in, before last summer—she could simply change into someone else or disappear and reappear somewhere else. But nowadays she was stuck in old-woman mode and had to travel like a human.
She wasn’t very spry but Jack moved her along as fast as she could go. He pulled his cap even lower and kept his head down, not exactly sure of where he was taking her—out of the park, definitely, but after that? Couldn’t take her straight back to her apartment. Her damn yellow dress made her stick out like a canary at a crow convention. Needed to get her off the street, then figure out what to do.
As they reached the sidewalk he saw a taxi pull to a stop before a late-middle-aged couple—he wore an Intrepid cap and she carried a Hard Rock shopping bag. Tourists. They stood a few feet ahead. He knew his next step …
*   *   *
The Lady sat beside him in the rear of the cab and stared at the blood on his hand.
“You’re hurt.”
“Yeah. Looks that way.”
Jack wiped his fingers on his jeans and moved his left arm. Pain shot up and down when he flexed the elbow. He checked the sleeve and found the exit hole in the leather. He wondered how bad it was but wasn’t about to remove the jacket here in the cab to find out.
The Lady gently touched his sleeve over the wound, her expression sad.
“Not so long ago I could have healed you.”
“I know.” What he hadn’t known was that she no longer could. “You’ve lost that too?”
She nodded. “I have lost so much. But at least I am still here.”
“Yeah, that’s the important part. But there is something you could do that would help things.”
“Tell me.”
“Can you change into someone else?”
She shook her head. “I am not able. I am still fixed as Mrs. Clevenger.”
“Well, how about switching that dress to something less noticeable?”
“That I can do.” Suddenly she was wearing a drab cloth coat. “Better?”
He marveled at how he’d come to take these things as a matter of course. The workaday world remained blissfully unaware of the secret lives and secret histories playing out around them. As he once had been. As no doubt their cabbie was.
He checked their driver. The Lady was seated directly behind him and he gave no sign that he’d witnessed the transformation. If and when he did notice the coat, he’d assume she’d carried it in with her.
Jack spotted Seventy-second Street approaching. The light was green. He rapped on the plastic partition.
“Take a right up here—into the park.”
The cab turned into the traverse and headed across Central Park. Where to now? Couldn’t head straight back to Glaeken’s. He’d left a dead guy behind in the park. NYPD would be all over the area, collecting witness accounts, checking the traffic cams. They might end up talking to … he checked the operator license taped on the other side of the partition: Abhra Rahman … they might track down Abhra and want to know where he’d dropped them. Jack needed a diversionary stop.
He pictured the city. They were heading east. What was landmarky in this area of the East Side? Of course—Bloomie’s down on Fifty-ninth and Lexington. Get out there, then downstairs to the subway station, hop a downtown N, R, or Q two stops to West Fifty-seventh, then cab back to Glaeken’s.
Yeah. That would work.
He rapped gently on the partition. “Drop us at Bloomingdale’s, please.”
He’d make sure to give Mr. Rahman a good tip.

Copyright © 2011 by F. Paul Wilson
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  • Posted October 15, 2011

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    The final Repairman Jack urban fantasy is a great ending to a powerful long running series

    In Long Island Otherness avatar Rasalom has set in motion a diabolical scheme to force the Change. The avatar knows that if the planet's Lady dies one more time, she cannot return as she has twice before, which will enable the Otherness to invade an unprotected earth. He also prepares the second coming of Dawn Pickering's dead baby to mentor as the face of the Change.

    Jack wants to destroy his enemy, but is bound by the vow he made to his teacher Glaeken. However, his mentor is dying and Jack will not only replace him, but will go after his evil enemy. Former Rasalom lieutenant Ernst Drexler allies with his long term nemesis Jack as he knows what the Change will mean to his well being. Meanwhile as the time nears, Jack knows he must kill Rasalom and save the Dawn baby or die trying.

    The final Repairman Jack urban fantasy is a great ending to a powerful long running series. The story line brings closure to all the major threads in a dynamic finish. With the cosmic apocalyptic war between the Ally and the Otherness on battlefield earth, ironically and brilliantly, the climax is human.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted June 20, 2011

    you will be missing out if

    you don't read this entire series. beginning with 'the keep,' this series is amazing and NEVER fails to deliver. if you've not read fpw, you're seriously missing out.

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

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    Jack at his best and worst

    Loved it.
    FPW ties up a bunch of loose ends while paring down the characters who will be in Nightworld.
    I'm sad it's almost over but yet I can't wait to see what " will start in the heavens ".

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    Posted February 3, 2013

    A must read for fans of Repairman Jack.

    I was really surprised by the ending. Think anyone else that will read the book will be surprised too - not what I expected at all. Great book that will be enjoyed by fans of Repairman Jack.

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  • Posted May 30, 2012

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    Awesome Prelude To Nightworld!!!

    Essentially it's Mr. Wilson's Empire Strikes Back! You're given hope that Jack & Co. will find a way to defeat The R Man, however in the back of your mind you have a feeling they won't. He seems to spend the book's time giving you hope than taking it away, than giving it back only to take it away again. It's a great roller coaster ride all the way to the end. I CANNOT WAIT TO READ NIGHTWORLD!!! Mr. Wilson said that he was eventually going to end this series and he is well on his way to giving Jack the send off he deserves. I wonder if we'll ever find out what Jack's last name is? Well done, Mr. Wilson.

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  • Posted December 25, 2011

    read if you've been reading the series, not recommended for someone who hasn't read the series (all of them).

    recommended if you've been a fanboy of Jack, just to have closure. Seems like Mr. Wilson just kinda wanted to finish the series. Not near as enjoyable as the rest of the series.

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  • Posted October 21, 2011

    great author am anticipating

    Paul Wilson-enough said have been great, looking forward to it

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