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In this explosive new thriller, one of the most incredible and frightening discoveries mankind has ever faced is about to surface.On an oil platform in the middle of the North Atlantic, a terrifying series of illnesses is spreading through the crew. When expert naval doctor Peter Crane is flown in, he finds his real destination is not the platform itself but Deep Storm: a top secret aquatic science facility, two miles below on the ocean floor. And as Crane soon learns, the covert operation he finds there is ...
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Overview

In this explosive new thriller, one of the most incredible and frightening discoveries mankind has ever faced is about to surface.On an oil platform in the middle of the North Atlantic, a terrifying series of illnesses is spreading through the crew. When expert naval doctor Peter Crane is flown in, he finds his real destination is not the platform itself but Deep Storm: a top secret aquatic science facility, two miles below on the ocean floor. And as Crane soon learns, the covert operation he finds there is concealing something far more sinister than a medical mystery-and much more deadly.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Best known as the coauthor (with Douglas Preston) of such bestselling thrillers as Dance of Death, Child delivers a well-crafted and literate science fiction thriller, his third solo effort (after 2004's Death Match). Peter Crane, a former naval doctor, faces the challenge of his career when he investigates a mysterious illness that has broken out on a North Atlantic oil rig. Sworn to secrecy, Crane is transported from the rig to an amazing undersea habitat run by the military that's apparently pursuing evidence that Atlantis exists. Psychotic episodes among the scientific staff as well as the activities of a saboteur that threatens the project's safety keep Crane busy, even as some of the staff members confront him with concerns that exploring the Earth's core could be fatal to all life on earth. Crisp writing energizes a familiar plot, which builds to an unsettling climax with echoes of Child and Preston's The Ice Limit. Author tour. (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
When men working on an oil rig in the North Atlantic experience symptoms of a mysterious illness, former naval doctor Peter Crane is called in to diagnose. Forced to sign an oath of secrecy before he can start, Crane learns that the true source of the sickness lies miles beneath the water's surface in a state-of-the-art research laboratory called Deep Storm. A major discovery that the scientists are investigating at the bottom of the ocean will change the history of humankind forever. Crane must work through the secrecy and deception if he is going to save the lives of everyone on the rig. Never predictable and always fascinating, Child's (Death Match) thriller will be remembered as one of the best of the year. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/06.]-Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Deep drilling in the North Atlantic brings discovery of considerably greater interest than the usual crude oil. Summoned mysteriously, Peter Crane, an ex-naval physician between jobs, is dropped off by helicopter on an oil rig in the turbulent seas somewhere between Greenland and Iceland, where he learns, after signing reams of secrecy pledges, that the rig has been taken over by a joint American military-scientific task force. The action is not on the platform itself in this latest almost-sci-fi novel from Child, whose 2004 thriller Death Match also flirted with the fantastic, but in an elaborate research station housed in a hemisphere miles under the ocean's surface, where spooks and scientists have gathered to plumb mysteries revealed when the rig's previous owners started bringing up bits and pieces of something that shouldn't be there. Crane is told that the huge top-secret lab is sitting on the top of the lost continent of Atlantis, and that he's gotten the call because of his expert knowledge of diving ailments. A shockingly large number of the lab's employees have turned up with a wide variety of serious physical and mental illnesses. Teaming with unfriendly Dr. Michelle Bishop, Crane pokes and prods the patients and plows into the medical evidence. But as he gets closer to a diagnosis, he also observes what's going on in the station, where security and secrecy are way out of proportion to an archaeological dig. It becomes evident that the legend of pre-historic Atlantis is just that, a legend. The elaborate setup and the continued drilling all have something to do with a cataclysmic event 600 years earlier, an event that threatens the earth today even as a saboteur threatens theunderwater lab. Mildly chilling techno-thriller.
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“Harrowing and brilliantly conceived.” —Clive Cussler“Fast paced…. Page-turning action.” —The Denver Post “Clever…. A sci-fi mystery thriller.” —San Jose Mercury News“Thrilling and tantalizing…. A fascinating riddle…exhilarating.” —Vince Flynn, bestselling author of Protect and Defend “Lincoln Child has a well-earned reputation for writing solid thrillers.” —Tampa Tribune
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307946720
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/19/2011
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 271,525
  • Product dimensions: 5.16 (w) x 7.95 (h) x 0.84 (d)

Meet the Author

Lincoln Child
Lincoln Child is the author of Death Match and the bestselling Utopia, as well as co-author, with Douglas Preston, of numerous New York Times Bestsellers (including The Book of the Dead, Dance of Death, The Cabinet of Curiosities, Still Life With Crows, and Relic). He lives with his wife and daughter in Morristown, New Jersey.

Biography

Born in Westport, CT, in 1958, Lincoln Child grew up with a consuming interest in writing. (On his website, he acknowledges several short stories from his youth and two "exquisitely embarrassing" novels penned in high school -- and currently kept under lock and key!) He graduated from Carleton College in Minnesota with a degree in English. In 1979, he moved to New York to pursue a career in publishing and was hired by St. Martin's Press as an editorial assistant. By 1984, he had worked his way up to full editor.

It was around this time that Child met Douglas Preston, a writer employed by the American Museum of Natural History. Author and editor bonded while working together on the nonfiction book Dinosaurs in the Attic; and when the project ended, Preston treated Child to a private midnight tour of the AMNH. The excursion proved fateful: Exploring the deserted corridors and darkened nooks and crannies of the museum, Child turned to Preston and said, "This would make the perfect setting for a thriller!" Although the book would not see print until 1995, the idea for Relic was born that night, cementing a friendship and launching a unique cross-country writing partnership.

Child left St. Martin's in 1987 to went to work for MetLife as a systems analyst. Shortly after the publication of Relic, he resigned his position to become a full-time writer. Subsequent collaborations with Preston have produced an intriguing string of interconnected novels that are less a series than what the authors call a "pangea." The books are self-contained, but the stories take place in the same universe and they share events and characters -- including many introduced in Relic. Readers obviously enjoy this cross-pollination, since the Preston-Child thrillers turn up regularly on the bestseller charts.

In 2002, Child released his first solo novel, Utopia, the story of a futuristic amusement park held hostage by a group of techno-terrorists. Other solo works have followed, blending cutting-edge science and high-octane thrills. Preston, too, has produced fiction and nonfiction on his own, and the two men continue their successful collaborations. It's an arrangement that suits both writers to a tee.

Good To Know

While at St. Martin's, Lincoln Child assembled several collections of ghost and horror stories. He also founded the company's mass-market horror division.

On his website, Child lists the following among his interests: pre-1950s literature and poetry; post-1950s popular fiction; playing the piano, various MIDI instruments, and the 5-string banjo; English and American history; motorcycles; architecture; classical music, early jazz, blues, and R&B; exotic parrots; esoteric programming languages; mountain hiking; bow ties; Italian suits; fedoras; archaeology; and multiplayer deathmatching.

In our interview Child shared some fun and fascinating personal anecdotes.

"I try to write about things, places, events, and phenomena I know about personally. That helps make the novels more genuine. My grandmother, Nora Kubie, who was herself a published novelist, always gave me that advice. And it's probably the best I've received, or for that matter given. I even try to make use of my personal eccentricities and quirks. I hate subways, for example, and in such works as Reliquary I tried to instill -- or at least convey -- that groundless but persistent fear."

"My first job out of college was as an editorial assistant in a New York publishing house. Being an editorial assistant is the purgatory would-be editors must endure before they can ascend the ladder and begin acquiring books on their own. I spent a year filing paperwork, writing copy, and typing rejection letters."

"For me, writing never gets easier. It's always hard work. It doesn't matter how many words you wrote the day before, or how many novels you've completed in the last decade: every day you start fresh again with that same blank page, or that same blank screen. As long as the work, and the finished product, remains fresh and important to a writer -- and the day it stops being important to me is the day I'll lay down my pen -- said writer can never allow himself to coast, or go soft, or recycle old material, or take the easy way out."

"I like exotic parrots, motorcycles, wine from Pauillac, playing the piano and the banjo, the poetry of John Keats, the music of Fats Waller, collecting old books and new guitars, computer FPS and RPG games, and preparing dishes like caneton a l'Orange and desserts like soufflé au chocolat."

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Deep Storm

A Novel
By Lincoln Child

Doubleday

Copyright © 2007 Lincoln Child
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0385515502

1


It looked, Peter Crane thought, like a stork: a huge white stork, rising out of the water on ridiculously delicate legs. But as the helicopter drew closer and the distant outline sharpened against the sea horizon, the resemblance gradually fell away. The legs grew sturdier, became tubular pylons of steel and pre–stressed concrete. The central body became a multi–level superstructure, studded with flare stacks and turbines, festooned with spars and girders. And the thin, neck–like object above resolved into a complex crane-and-derrick assembly, rising several hundred feet above the superstructure.

The pilot pointed at the approaching platform, held up two fingers. Crane nodded his understanding.

It was a brilliant, cloudless day, and Crane squinted against the bright ocean stretching away on all sides. He felt tired and disoriented by travel: commercial flight from Miami to New York, private Gulfstream G150 charter to Reykjavik, and now helicopter. But the weariness hadn't blunted his deep--and growing--curiosity.

It wasn't so much that Amalgamated Shale was interested in his particular expertise: that he thought he could understand. It was the hurry with which they'd wanted him to drop everything and rush out to the Storm King platform that surprised him. Then there was the fact that AmShale's forward headquarters in Iceland had, rather oddly,been bustling with technicians and engineers rather than the usual drillers and roughnecks.

And then there was the other thing. The helicopter pilot wasn't an AmShale employee. He wore a Navy uniform--and a sidearm.

As the chopper banked sharply around the side of the platform, heading for the landing zone, Crane realized for the first time just how large the oil rig was. The jacket structure alone had to be eight stories high. Its upper deck was covered with a bewildering maze of modular structures. Here and there, men in yellow safety uniforms checked couplings and worked pump equipment, dwarfed by the machinery that surrounded them. Far, far below, the ocean frothed and worried around the pillars of the substructure, where it vanished beneath the surface to run the thousands of feet to the sea floor itself.

The chopper slowed, turned, and settled down onto the green hexagon of the landing zone. As Crane reached back for his bags, he noticed that someone was standing at the edge of the LZ, waiting: a tall, thin woman in an oilskin jacket. He thanked the pilot, opened the passenger door, and stepped out into frigid air, ducking instinctively under the whirring blades.

The woman held out her hand at his approach. "Dr. Crane?"

Crane shook the hand. "Yes."

"This way, please." The woman turned and led the way off the landing platform, down a short set of stairs, and along a metal catwalk to a closed, submarine–style hatch. She did not give her name.

A uniformed seaman stood guard outside the hatch, rifle at his side. He nodded as they approached, opened the hatch, then closed and secured it behind them.

Beyond lay a spacious, brightly–lit corridor, studded along both sides with open doors. There was no frantic hum of turbines, no deep throbbing of derrick equipment. The smell of oil, though detectable, was faint, almost as if efforts had been made to remove it.

Crane followed the woman, bags slung over his shoulder, glancing curiously into the rooms as he passed. Once again, curiosity pricked at him: there were laboratories full of whiteboards and workstations; computer centers; communications suites. Topside had been quiet, but there was plenty of activity here.

Crane decided he'd venture a question. "Are the divers in a hyperbaric chamber?" he asked. "Can I see them now?"

"This way, please," the woman repeated.

They turned a corner, descended a staircase, and entered another hallway, even wider and longer than the first. The rooms they passed were larger here: machine shops, storage bays for high–tech equipment Crane didn't recognize. Crane frowned. Although Storm King resembled an oil rig in all outward appearances, it was clearly no longer in the business of pumping crude.

What the hell is going on here?

"Have any vascular specialists or pulmonologists been flown in from Iceland?" he asked.

The woman didn't answer, and Crane shrugged. He'd come this far--he could stand to wait another couple of minutes.

Up ahead, the woman had stopped before a closed door of gray metal. "Mr. Lassiter is waiting for you," she said.

Lassiter? Crane wondered. That wasn't a name he recognized. The person who'd spoken to him over the phone, briefed him about the problem at the rig, had been named Simon. He glanced at the door. There was the nameplate, white letters on black plastic, spelling out E. Lassiter, External Liaison.

Crane turned back to the woman in the oilskin jacket, but she was already moving down the corridor. He shifted his bags, knocked on the door.

"Enter," came the crisp voice from within.

E. Lassiter was a tall, thin man with closely–cropped blond hair. He stood up as Crane entered, came around his desk, shook hands. He wasn't wearing a military uniform, but with his haircut and his brisk, economical movements he might as well have been. The office was small and just as efficient–looking as its tenant. The desk was almost studiously bare: there was a single manila envelope on it, carefully sealed, and a digital recorder.

"You can stow your gear there," Lassiter said, indicating a far corner. "Please sit down."

"Thanks." Crane took the proffered seat. "I'm eager to learn just what the emergency is. My escort here didn't have much to say on the subject."

"Actually, neither will I." Lassiter gave a brief smile, which disappeared as quickly as it came. "That will come. My job is to ask you a few questions."

Crane digested this. "Go ahead," he said after a moment.

Lassiter pressed a button on the recorder. "This recording is taking place on June 2. Present are myself--Edward Lassiter--and Dr. Peter Crane. Location is the E. R. F. Support and Supply Station." Lassiter glanced over the desk at Crane. "Dr. Crane, you are aware that your tour of service here cannot be fixed to a specific length?"

"Yes."

"And you understand that you must never divulge anything you witness here, or recount your actions while at the Facility?"

"Yes."

"And are you willing to sign an affidavit to that effect?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Crane, have you ever been arrested?"

"No."

"Were you born a citizen of the United States, or are you naturalized?"

"I was born in New York City."

"Are you taking medication for any ongoing physical condition?"

"No."

"Do you abuse alcohol or drugs with any regularity?"

Crane had fielded the questions with growing surprise. "Unless you call the occasional weekend six–pack 'abuse', then no."

Lassiter didn't smile. "Are you claustrophobic, Dr. Crane?"

"No."

Lassiter put the recorder on pause. Then he picked up the manila envelope, slit it open with a finger, pulled out half a dozen sheets of paper, and passed them across the table. "If you could please read and sign each of these," he said, plucking a pen from a pocket and placing it beside the sheets.

Crane picked them up and began to read. As he did so, his surprise turned to something close to disbelief. There were three separate non–disclosure agreements, an Official Secrets Act affidavit, and something called a Binding Cooperation Initiative. All were branded documents of the U.S. Government; all required signature; and all threatened dire consequences if any of their articles were breached.

Crane put the documents down. He was uncomfortably aware of Lassiter's gaze upon him. This was too much. Maybe he should thank Lassiter politely, then excuse himself and head back to Florida.

But how, exactly, was he going to do that? AmShale had already paid a great deal of money to get him here. The helicopter had already left. He was--to put it euphemistically--between research projects at the moment. And besides, he had never been one to turn down a challenge: especially one as mysterious as this.

He picked up the pen and, without giving himself time to reconsider, signed all six documents.

"Thank you," Lassiter said. He started the recorder again. "Let the transcript show that Dr. Crane has signed the requisite forms." Then, snapping off the recorder, he stood. "If you'll follow me, Doctor, I think you'll get your answers."

He led the way out of the office and down the corridor, through a labyrinthine administrative area, up an elevator, and into a well–furnished library, stocked with books, magazines, and computer workstations. Lassiter gestured toward a table on the far side of the room, which held only a computer monitor. "I'll come back for you," he said, then turned on his heel and left the room.

Crane sat where directed, watching the door close behind Lassiter. There was nobody else in the library, and he was beginning to wonder what would happen next, when the computer screen winked on in front of him. It showed the face of a grey–haired, deeply tanned man in his late sixties. Some kind of introductory video, Crane thought. But when the face smiled directly at him, he realized he wasn't looking at a computer monitor, but a closed–circuit television screen, with a tiny camera embedded in its upper frame.

"Hello, Dr. Crane," the man said. He smiled, his kindly face breaking into a host of creases. "My name is Howard Asher."

"Pleased to meet you," Crane told the screen.

"I'm the chief scientist of the National Ocean Service. Have you heard of it?"

"Isn't that the ocean–management arm of NOAA?"

"That's correct."

"I'm a little confused, Dr. Asher--it's Doctor, right?"

"Right. But call me Howard."

"Howard. What does the National Ocean Service have to do with an oil rig? And where's Mr. Simon, the person who I spoke with on the phone? The one who arranged all this? He said he'd be here to meet me."

"Actually, Dr. Crane, there is no Mr. Simon. But I'm here, and I'll be happy to explain what I can."

Crane frowned. "I was told there were medical issues with the divers maintaining the rig's underwater equipment. Was that a deception, too?"

"Only in part. There has been a lot of deception, and for that I'm sorry. But it was necessary. We had to be sure. You see, secrecy is absolutely critical to this project. Because what we have here, Peter--may I call you Peter?--is the scientific and historical discovery of the century."

"The century?" Crane repeated, not fully able to keep the disbelief from his voice.

"You're right to be doubtful. But this is no deception, Peter. It's the last thing from it. Still, 'discovery of the century' may not be quite accurate."

"I didn't think so," Crane replied.

"I should have called it the greatest discovery of all time."


2


Crane stared at the image on the viewscreen. Dr. Asher was smiling back at him in a friendly, almost paternal way. But there was nothing in the smile that suggested a joke.

"I couldn't tell you the truth, Peter, until you were physically here, at the Facility. And until you'd been fully vetted. We used your travel time to complete that process. Fact is, there's still much I can't tell you, even now."

Crane looked over his shoulder. The library was empty. "Why? Isn't this line secure?"

"Oh, it's secure. But we need to know you're fully committed to the project first."

Crane waited, saying nothing.

"What little I can tell you now is nevertheless highly secret. Even if you decline our offer, you will still be bound by all the confidentiality agreements."

"I understand," Crane said.

"Very well." Asher hesitated. "Peter, the platform you're on right now is suspended over something more than an oil field. Something much more."

"What's that?" Crane asked automatically.

Asher smiled mysteriously. "Suffice to say the well drillers on the platform discovered something nearly two years ago. Something so fantastic that, overnight, the platform stopped pumping oil and took on a new and highly secret role."

"Let me guess. You can't tell me what it is."

Asher laughed. "No, not yet. But it's such an important discovery the government is, quite literally, sparing no expense to reclaim it."

"Reclaim?"

"It's buried in the sea bed directly below this platform. Remember I called this the discovery of all time? What's going on here is, in essence, a dig: an archaeological dig like none other. And we are, quite literally, making history."

"But why all the secrecy?"

"Because if people caught wind of what we've found, it would instantly become front–page news on every paper in the world. In hours, the place would be a disaster area. Half a dozen governments, all claiming sovereignty; journalists; rubberneckers. The discovery is simply too critical to be jeopardized that way."

Crane leaned back in his chair, considering. The entire trip was becoming almost surreal. The rushed flight plans, the oil platform that wasn't a platform, the veil of secrecy...and now this face in a box, speaking of an unimaginably important discovery.

"Call me old fashioned," he said, "but I'd feel a lot better about it if you'd take the time to see me in person, talk face to face."

"Unfortunately, Peter, it's not that easy. Commit to the project, though, and you'll see me soon enough."

"I don't understand. Why, exactly, is it so difficult?"

Asher chuckled again. "Because at the moment, I'm several thousand feet beneath you."

Crane stared at the screen. "You mean--"

"Precisely. The Storm King oil platform is just the support structure, the resupply station. The real action is far below. That's why I'm speaking to you over this videofeed."

Crane digested this a moment. "What's down there?" he asked quietly.

"Imagine a huge research station, ten levels high, full of equipment and technology beyond the cutting edge, all sunk into the ocean floor. That's the ERF--the heart and soul of the most extraordinary archaeological effort of all time."

"The ERF?"

"Exploratory and Recovery Facility. But we refer to it simply as the Facility. The military--you know how fond they are of buzzwords--have labeled it Deep Storm."

"I noticed the military presence. Why are the soldiers necessary?"

"I could tell you it's because the Facility is government property, because the NOS is a branch of the government. And that's true. But the real reason is because a lot of the technology we're using in the recovery project is classified."

"What about those men I saw topside, working on the rig?"

"Window dressing, for the most part. We do have to look like a functioning oil platform, after all."

"And AmShale?"

"They've been paid exceptionally well to lease us the rig, act as front office, and ask no questions."

Crane shifted in his chair. "This Facility you mention. That's where I'd be quartered?"

"Yes. It's where all the marine scientists, historians, and engineers live and work. I know how much time you've spent in submerged environments, Peter, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Actually, 'amazed' is more like it. You've got to see the place to believe it--the Facility is a miracle of undersea technology."

Continues...

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  • Posted January 6, 2010

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    A GOOD READ!

    This book starts out a little slow but keeps you captivated the whole way through. It keeps you wondering what is going to happen. The end of this book is different but it is good. I enjoyed reading this book and would recommend it to others.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013

    Great technothriller!

    As usual, Lincoln Child has provided his readers with yet another action filled technothriller! I found this novel extremely well researched, has a spellbinding plot, and characters you love and hate. I go for technothrillers for a couple reasons. They are usually set in facinating places (i.e. the 2 Artic Regions, underwater, etc.) They keep u on the edge of your seat, and tapping faster and faster to see what is on the next page. Lincoln Child definitely has a huge fan in me. I also love the books he co-writes with Douglas Preston. This book was terrific, and I highly recommend it to all persons. It won't let u down. Vallie

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2013

    Good story, smartly written

    What can I say without using spoilers? The story was good and interesting. I’d say it was similar in quality and atmosphere to Riptide. And, when trying to determine what book to read, I chose this after realizing that Lincoln Child is the better writer of the Preston & Child duo. The writing just flows better. I think Preston has a more scientific background, so I'm hoping for more collaboration outside of the Pendergast series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 24, 2012

    One of the best books I've ever read. Its got monks, scientists

    One of the best books I've ever read. Its got monks, scientists, military and more. I was on the edge of my seat the whole read. Just when you think you've got something figured out, boom! Plot twist that takes you in a whole different direction. It is an easy and thrilling read. Don't read too many reviews or overviews. Just dive in and hang on to your seat!

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  • Posted June 8, 2012

    Loads of suspence, non-stop action, lurking conspiracy, and just

    Loads of suspence, non-stop action, lurking conspiracy, and just the right touch of creepy...Mr Child does not disappoint. Sat and read this one cover to cover completely forgetting to even stop for dinner. This one had me holding my breath and wondering just what I'd do if I were in the main character's shoes.

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  • Posted October 27, 2011

    Well worth staying up late for!

    Mr. Child's novel had a lot of good twists and turns in the plot that made it just a little unpredictable. It was a bit too easy to pick out the villains though. Love a good "what if?" story? Then this novel will fit the bill on that account! The science was believable and explained without being too brainy. Plan on trying others by this author after this first encounter. Plenty of action to balance out the science side of things too.

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  • Posted February 6, 2010

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    Solid Thriller

    "Deep Storm" is a solid and serviceable techno/scifi-thriller. The characters are not deep, but the story is both engaging and exciting, and I was very motivated to read it all the way through.

    Lincoln Child's story is of a secret submerged deep water facility built to uncover a mysterious energy source. Dr. Crane is asked to join the effort in order to uncover a series of illnesses sweeping through the employees of the facility (scientists and military).

    I've read Preston and Child before - "Ice Limit" and "Riptide" I found to be particularly good. The characters, I felt, were much stronger in those stories. But it didn't matter in "Deep Storm". The book is a very quick read, heavy on action and science.

    As long as you can live without strong characters, I'd recommend this well-written and exciting book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 28, 2009

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    Fans of The Abyss will love it

    Lincoln Child and Dan Preston do their homework and put forth a tale that is great fun to swallow up! I love the hi-tech tools, devices, and theories they come up with. If you're a lover of undersea adventures, government secrecy tales, and hi-tech/scientific fun...this is a great pick for you!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2009

    Good but not great!

    This book kept me interested from the start, until about 2/3 of the way through, then it started dragging. I couldn't wait to find out what was down below, and when the answer finally came, I was disappointed. This is definitely a one time read. --K--

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2008

    Pretty Weak

    This wasn't awful but it really wasn't too good either. It was a hodge-podgey read, ie it had little doses of a lot of things- action, science, sex - you get the idea. But at the end of the day, it was all quite shallow. There was no real depth to anything, sort of like a bad Hollywood action movie that doesn't know what it wants to be.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Falcontail

    If you want, we can do like an email penpal thing.<p>pads back to camp with foir pieces of freshkill<p>i is too lazy to write other huntz....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    DawnFall

    We should! Or we could text, if you have a device. I'm lazy too.
    <p>
    With three pieces of freshkill in her jaws, the she-cat padded to camp, beckoning Falcontail to follow her. ~DawnFall

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Hunting Grounds 1

    Moorland

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2014

    some people may like this book, i did not

    The "hero" comes across as an idiot rather than a highly intelligent and skilled physician, The author obviously knows little about the field of medicine and its specialities. the character of Dr. Crane is simply not beliveable. Don't waste your time or money on this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2012

    Amazing!

    So addicting!

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  • Posted April 4, 2012

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    Glad I didn't read the synopsis! I went into this one dark, som

    Glad I didn't read the synopsis!

    I went into this one dark, sometimes the less I know the better (I'm looking at you movie trailers!). All I knew was this was some type of deep sea mystery - I was easily sold on this premise as I'm already in love with The Abyss (Special Edition) and Sphere.

    The deep ocean is like space, if anything goes wrong you're dead, there's built-in tension. Add in some mystery with sinister overtones and I couldn't be happier. This has everything I love about Michael Crichton novels; short chapters, memorable characters, and plenty of suspense and plot twists. Loved it. But don't read the back, it will ruin half the book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2012

    Liked it!

    I enjoy reading their books, they include lots of detail making the story seem more real.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2012

    Pretty good... bit no Abyss.

    Ok

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2012

    Fantastic

    I thought it was excellent. From the first page to the last, the thrills never stopped. The characters were superb and the storyline was smooth and riveting. By far, one of the very best I've ever read. The ending was perfect. I highly recommend. (Catpurrson)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2012

    Great book!

    !

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