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Hell exists.

In Tibet, while guiding trekkers to a holy mountain, Ike Crockett discovers a bottomless cave. When his lover disappears, Ike pursues her into the depths of the earth....In a leper colony bordering the Kalahari Desert, a nun and linguist named Ali von Schade unearths evidence of a proto-human species and a deity called Older-than-Old....In Bosnia, Major Elias ...
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Overview

Hell exists.

In Tibet, while guiding trekkers to a holy mountain, Ike Crockett discovers a bottomless cave. When his lover disappears, Ike pursues her into the depths of the earth....In a leper colony bordering the Kalahari Desert, a nun and linguist named Ali von Schade unearths evidence of a proto-human species and a deity called Older-than-Old....In Bosnia, Major Elias Branch crash-lands his gunship near a mass grave and is swarmed by pale cannibals terrified of light....

So begins mankind's realization that the underworld is a vast geological labyrinth riddling the continents and seabeds, one inhabited by brutish creatures who resemble the devils and gargoyles of legend. With all of Hell's precious resources and territories to be won, a global race ensues. Nations, armies, religions, and industries rush to colonize and exploit the subterranean frontier.

A scientific expedition is launched westward to explore beneath the Pacific Ocean floor, both to catalog the riches there and to learn how life could develop in the sunless abyss. Is there a natural explanation, as the scientists hope? Or is there a true supernatural basis? Are the "demons" part of our evolutionary family tree? Is their enigmatic leader merely a freak genius, or could he be the legendary Satan?

Fathom by fathom, Ike guides the expedition--and Ali--deeper into the deadly stone wilderness. In the dark underground, as humanity falls away from them, the scientists and mercenaries find themselves prey not only to the savage creatures, but to their own treachery, mutiny, and greed. Meanwhile, on the surface, a band of aged scholars scours archaeological digs, museums, artifacts, and rare texts for clues to Satan's existence. Is he lurking in wait for the expedition, or is he roaming the earth? Or is he dead? One thing is certain: Miles inside the earth, evil is very much alive.

In the tradition of Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, The Descent is an epic adventure through fantastic landscapes, among creatures for whom man is both god and meat. It is a horrifying mystery penetrating the realms of faith and reason, a raw and original questioning of the divine and the demonic. And finally, The Descent is the story of a man and woman who enter the maze of the underworld and find at its center the human heart.
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Editorial Reviews

Jon Krakauer
A remarkable novel, an imaginative tour de force...It is a rip-roaring good read.
USA Today
Rocky Mountain News
The best beach-reading book in years.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The premise of this millennial thriller is as audacious as it is problematic: "if there can be a historical Christ," one character hypothesizes, "why not a historic Satan?" Demystification of the ultimate Bad Guy is no easy feat, but Long (Angels of Light) brings it off, if just barely, in a dizzying synthesis of supernatural horror, lost-race fantasy and military SF. From the experiences of a varied cast of characters--including Sister Ali, a Catholic nun serving in South Africa, and Elias Branch, a major with NATO forces in Bosnia--a 21st-century think tank calling itself the Beowulf Circle distills a startling theory: The biblical Satan and his devils in Hell are mythic renderings of Homo hadalis, grotesquely malformed offshoots of Homo sapiens who for centuries have surfaced from underground hideouts to prey on human beings. With the help of Ike Crockett, an escapee from 10 years of "hadal" captivity, Beowulf infiltrates the Helios Corporation's mission to explore caverns honeycombing Earth's interior. Once beneath the Mariana Trench, Beowulf discovers that Helios intends to forcefully annex the world inside the earth's crust to further its business ambitions. Meanwhile, topside, Beowulf's theologians and metaphysicians surmise that the elusive "Satan" has evolved a human form to pass secretly among mankind. Like the subterranean trail blazed by its adventurers, the narrative twists, turns, dead-ends and backtracks. Inventive scenes of underground wonders alternate with talky stretches of scientific discourse and mawkish moments of romance between Ike and Ali. Though its devils prove disappointingly to be made in the image of humans, Long's novel brims with energy, ideas and excitement. 150,000 first printing; major ad/promo; film rights sold to Warner Bros. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
What if hell really existed? The premise of The Descent is just that. We first meet the protagonist of the story, Ike Crockett, as he guides a group of tourists on a Tibetan walkabout. Trapped on a mountain during a blizzard, Ike leads the group into a cave that just happens to be a gateway to hell. More hellish evidence soon emerges at sites as far-flung as Bosnia and the Kalahari Desert. Long, author of The Ascent (LJ 6/1/92), set on Mt. Everest, here chooses a subject that invites comparison to Dante--but his style is more reminiscent of early Stephen King, when characters still mattered. While some sex appears in the story, violence is a greater concern, though it does further the plot. The story is complex, with some surprising twists near the end. All in all, this is one of those compelling books that is difficult to finish but even more difficult to put down. Recommended for larger suspense/horror collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 3/1/99.]--Alicia Graybill, Polley Music Lib., Lincoln City Libs., NE Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Rocky Mountain News
The best beach-reading book in years.
Kirkus Reviews
The aptly surnamed author's long, long melodrama about a sub-planet sub-culture. Unlucky mountaineer Ike Crockett stumbles into absolutely the wrong cave one night. Spiraling downward faster than Alice did, he finds his own, terrifying kind of Wonderland plus lots of grief at the hands of the inhabitants, the horrible haddies (Homo hadalis is the technical term). Though the haddies, a lost species, come in a variety of sizes and shapes, usually they can be relied on for a vestigial tail, red or green eyes, and a rack of horns. Long (The Ascent, 1992, etc.) depicts them as big, strong, and resolutely opposed to any kind of accommodation with Homo sapiens. Also, as Ike painfully discovers, they've refined their torture and mutilation skills during eons of underground existence. Cut to Ali, a beautiful almost-nun laboring contentedly in a leper colony in South Africa's Kalahari Desert, who is about to have her own unsettling haddie experience. Ever-interested in an infusion of well-built breeders, since their home-grown types haven't been keeping pace and the species faces extinction, the haddies come that close to making Ali a kidnap victim. Eventually, she hooks up with Ike on an expedition exploring the stretch of haddie-land that extends beneath the Pacific. Ike, having escaped their clutches, is now a leading enemy expert and famous scout. Ali, passionate about philology, hopes the expedition will lead her to the origin of language. C.C. Cooper, head of the multinational corporation Helios and financial backer of the expedition, wants to colonize the sub-planet. Along the way, treachery, love, death, and a smattering of high-tech wizardry all get stuffed in as the group confrontshaddies and other baddies while wending its uncertain way across the perilous, uncharted sea floor. Decent enough prose and interesting characters, but, once again, Long buries them under an avalanche of plotting.
Library Journal
K’wan’s epic “Hood Rat” series (Eviction Notice; Welfare Wifeys) about life and death on the Harlem streets focuses this time on Animal, a rapper-turned-killer whom everyone thought had been murdered. The streets are tense as the crews of King James and Shai Clark sense a major gang war is set to erupt. Cruising on the perimeter is Animal, the vicious killer who is waiting to take revenge on the shooter who tried to kill his woman, Gucci. The author displays his writing chops by deftly constructing classic gritty scenes of torture; ruthless execution-style killings; and, of course since this is top-of-the-line street lit, several wild sex scenes. Animal shows no mercy and confides to an associate, “What does not kill me will kill them.” Indeed. VERDICT K’wan’s ear for street slang remains sharp as his major and secondary characters spring to life. He ends his twisty intricate plot with a stunner on the very last page. K’wan is the man for urban fiction, and his fans will be clamoring for this one.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780609607022
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/12/1999
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 90,209
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Jeff Long is a veteran climber and traveler in the Himalayas. He has worked as a journalist, a historian, and an elections supervisor for Bosnia's first democratic election. The Descent is his fourth novel. He lives in Boulder, Colorado.


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From Book One: DISCOVERY

It is easy to go down into Hell . . . ; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air -- there's the rub. . . .
--Virgil, Aeneid

Chapter 1
Ike


The Himalayas, Tibet Autonomous Region
1988

In the beginning was the word.

Or words.

Whatever these were.

They kept their lights turned off. The exhausted trekkers huddled in the dark cave and faced the peculiar writing. Scrawled with a twig, possibly, dipped in liquid radium or some other radioactive paint, the fluorescent pictographs floated in the black recesses. Ike let them savor the distraction. None of them seemed quite ready to focus on the storm beating against the mountainside outside.

With night descending and the trail erased by snow and wind and their yak herders in mutinous flight with most of the gear and food, Ike was relieved to have shelter of any kind. He was still pretending for them that this was part of their trip. In fact they were off the map. He'd never heard of this hole-in-the-wall hideout. Nor seen glow-in-the-dark caveman graffiti.

"Runes," gushed a knowing female voice. "Sacred runes left by a wandering monk."

The alien calligraphy glowed with soft violet light in the cave's cold bowels. The luminous hieroglyphics reminded Ike of his old dorm wall with its black-light posters. All he needed was a lash of Hendrix plundering Dylan's anthem, say, and a whiff of plump Hawaiian red sinsemilla. Anything to vanquish the howl of awful wind. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl. . . .

"Those are no runes," said a man. "It's Bonpo." A Brooklyn beat, the accent meant Owen. Ike had nine clients here, only two of them male. They were easy to keep straight.

"Bonpo!" one of the women barked at Owen. The coven seemed to take collective delight in savaging Owen and Bernard, the other man. Ike had been spared so far. They treated him as a harmless Himalayan hillbilly. Fine with him.

"But the Bonpo were pre-Buddhist," the woman expounded.

The women were mostly Buddhist students from a New Age university. These things mattered very much to them.

Their goal was -- or had been -- Mount Kailash, the pyramidal giant just east of the Indian border. "A Canterbury Tale for the World Pilgrim" was how he'd advertised the trip. A kor -- a Tibetan walkabout -- to and around the holiest mountain in the world. Eight thousand per head, incense included. The problem was, somewhere along the trail he'd managed to misplace the mountain. It galled him. They were lost. Beginning at dawn today, the sky had changed from blue to milky gray. The herders had quietly bolted with the yaks. He had yet to announce that their tents and food were history. The first sloppy snowflakes had started kissing their Gore-Tex hoods just an hour ago, and Ike had taken this cave for shelter. It was a good call. He was the only one who knew it, but they were now about to get sodomized by an old-fashioned Himalayan tempest.

Ike felt his jacket being tugged to one side, and knew it would be Kora, wanting a private word. "How bad is it?" she whispered. Depending on the hour and day, Kora was his lover, base-camp shotgun, or business associate. Of late, it was a challenge estimating which came first for her, the business of adventure or the adventure of business. Either way, their little trekking company was no longer charming to her.

Ike saw no reason to front-load it with negatives. "We've got a great cave," he said.

"Gee."

"We're still in the black, head-count-wise."

"The itinerary's in ruins. We were behind as it was."

"We're fine. We'll take it out of the Siddhartha's Birthplace segment." He kept the worry out of his voice, but for once his sixth sense, or whatever it was, had come up short, and that bothered him. "Besides, getting a little lost will give them bragging rights."

"They don't want bragging rights. They want schedule. You don't know these people. They're not your friends. We'll get sued if they don't make their Thai Air flight on the nineteenth."

"These are the mountains," said Ike. "They'll understand." People forgot. Up here, it was a mistake to take even your next breath for granted.

"No, Ike. They won't understand. They have real jobs. Real obligations. Families." That was the rub. Again. Kora wanted more from life. She wanted more from her pathless Pathfinder.

"I'm doing the best I can," Ike said.

Outside, the storm went on horsewhipping the cave mouth. Barely May, it wasn't supposed to be this way. There should have been plenty of time to get his bunch to, around, and back from Kailash. The bane of mountaineers, the monsoon normally didn't spill across the mountains this far north. But as a former Everester himself, Ike should have known better than to believe in rain shadows or in schedules. Or in luck. They were in for it this time. The snow would seal their pass shut until late August. That meant he was going to have to buy space on a Chinese truck and shuttle them home via Lhasa--and that came out of his land costs. He tried calculating in his head, but their quarrel overcame him.

"You do know what I mean by Bonpo," a woman said. Nineteen days into the trip, and Ike still couldn't link their spirit nicknames with the names in their passports. One woman, was it Ethel or Winifred, now preferred Green Tara, mother deity of Tibet. A pert Doris Day look-alike swore she was special friends with the Dalai Lama. For weeks now Ike had been listening to them celebrate the life of cavewomen. Well, he thought, here's your cave, ladies. Slum away.
They were sure his name--Dwight David Crockett--was an invention like their own. Nothing could convince them he wasn't one of them, a dabbler in past lives. One evening around a campfire in northern Nepal, he'd regaled them with tales of Andrew Jackson, pirates on the Mississippi, and his own legendary death at the Alamo. He'd meant it as a joke, but only Kora got it.

"You should know perfectly well," the woman went on, "there was no written language in Tibet before the late fifth century."

"No written language that we know about," Owen said.

"Next you'll be saying this is Yeti language."

It had been like this for days. You'd think they'd run out of air. But the higher they went, the more they argued.

"This is what we get for pandering to civilians," Kora muttered to Ike. Civilians was her catch-all: eco-tourists, pantheist charlatans, trust funders, the overeducated. She was a street girl at heart.

"They're not so bad," he said. "They're just looking for a way into Oz, same as us."

"Civilians."

Ike sighed. At times like this, he questioned his self-imposed exile. Living apart from the world was not easy. There was a price to be paid for choosing the less-traveled road. Little things, bigger ones. He was no longer that rosy-cheeked lad who had come with the Peace Corps. He still had the cheekbones and cowled brow and careless mane. But a dermatologist on one of his treks had advised him to stay out of the high-altitude sun before his face turned to boot leather. Ike had never considered himself God's gift to women, but he saw no reason to trash what looks he still had. He'd lost two of his back molars to Nepal's dearth of dentists, and another tooth to a falling rock on the backside of Everest. And not so long ago, in his Johnnie Walker Black and Camels days, he'd taken to serious self-abuse, even flirting with the lethal west face of Makalu. He'd quit the smoke and booze cold when some British nurse told him his voice sounded like a Rudyard Kipling punchline. Makalu still needed slaying, of course. Though many mornings he even wondered about that.

Exile went deeper than the cosmetics or even prime health, of course. Self-doubt came with the territory, a wondering about what might have been, had he stayed the course back in Jackson. Rig work. Stone masonry. Maybe mountain guiding in the Tetons, or outfitting for hunters. No telling. He'd spent the last eight years in Nepal and Tibet watching himself slowly devolve from the Golden Boy of the Himalayas into one more forgotten surrogate of the American empire. He'd grown old inside. Even now there were days when Ike felt eighty. Next week was his thirty-first birthday.

"Would you look at this?" rose a cry. "What kind of mandala is that? The lines are all twisty."

Ike looked at the circle. It was hanging on the wall like a luminous moon. Mandalas were meditation aids, blueprints for divinity's palaces. Normally they consisted of circles within circles containing squared lines. By visualizing it just so, a 3-D architecture was supposed to appear above the mandala's flat surface. This one, though, looked like scrambled snakes.

Ike turned on his light. End of mystery, he congratulated himself.

Even he was stunned by the sight.

"My God," said Kora.

Where, a moment before, the fluorescent words had hung in magical suspense, a nude corpse stood rigidly propped upon a stone shelf along the back wall. The words weren't written on stone. They were written on him. The mandala was separate, painted on the wall to his right side.

A set of rocks formed a crude stairway up to his stage, and various passersby had attached katas--long white prayer scarves--to cracks in the stone ceiling. The katas sucked back and forth in the draft like gently disturbed ghosts.
The man's grimace was slightly bucktoothed from mummification, and his eyes were calcified to chalky blue marbles. Otherwise the extreme cold and high altitude had left him perfectly preserved. Under the harsh beam of Ike's headlamp, the lettering was faint and red upon his emaciated limbs and belly and chest.

That he was a traveler was self-evident. In these regions, everyone was a pilgrim or a nomad or a salt trader or a refugee. But, judging from his scars and unhealed wounds and a metal collar around his neck and a warped, badly mended broken left arm, this particular Marco Polo had endured a journey beyond imagination. If flesh is memory, his body cried out a whole history of abuse and enslavement.

They stood beneath the shelf and goggled at the suffering. Three of the women--and Owen--began weeping. Ike alone approached. Probing here and there with his light beam, he reached out to touch one shin with his ice ax: hard as fossil wood.

Of all the obvious insults, the one that stood out most was his partial castration. One of the man's testicles had been yanked away, not cut, not even bitten--the edges of the tear were too ragged--and the wound had been cauterized with fire. The burn scars radiated out from his groin in a hairless keloid starburst. Ike couldn't get over the raw scorn of it. Man's tenderest part, mutilated, then doctored with a torch.

"Look," someone whimpered. "What did they do to his nose?"

Midcenter on the battered face was a ring unlike anything he'd ever seen before. This was no silvery Gen-X body piercing. The ring, three inches across and crusted with blood, was plugged deep in his septum, almost up into the skull. It hung to his bottom lip, as black as his beard. It was, thought Ike, utilitarian, large enough to control cattle.
Then he got a little closer and his repulsion altered. The ring was brutal. Blood and smoke and filth had coated it almost black, but Ike could plainly see the dull gleam of solid gold.

Ike turned to his people and saw nine pairs of frightened eyes beseeching him from beneath hoods and visors. Everyone had their lights on now. No one was arguing.

"Why?" wept one of the women.

A couple of the Buddhists had reverted to Christianity and were on their knees, crossing themselves. Owen was rocking from side to side, murmuring Kaddish.

Kora came close. "You beautiful bastard." She giggled. Ike started. She was talking to the corpse.

"What did you say?"

"We're off the hook. They're not going to hit us up for refunds after all. We don't have to provide their holy mountain anymore. They've got something better."

"Let up, Kora. Give them some credit. They're not ghouls."

"No? Look around, Ike."

Sure enough, cameras were stealing into view in ones and twos. There was a flash, then another. Their shock gave way to tabloid voyeurism.

In no time the entire cast was blazing away with eight-hundred-dollar point-and-shoots. Motor drives made an insect hum. The lifeless flesh flared in their artificial lightning. Ike moved out of frame, and welcomed the corpse like a savior. It was unbelievable. Famished, cold, and lost, they couldn't have been happier.

One of the women had climbed the stepping-stones and was kneeling to one side of the nude, her head tilted sideways.

She looked down at them. "But he's one of us," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Us. You and me. A white man."

Someone else framed it in less vulgar terms. "A Caucasian male?"

"That's crazy," someone objected. "Here? In the middle of nowhere?"

Ike knew she was right. The white flesh, the hair on its forearms and chest, the blue eyes, the cheekbones so obviously non-Mongoloid. But the woman wasn't pointing to his hairy arms or blue eyes or slender cheekbones. She was pointing at the hieroglyphics painted on his thigh. Ike aimed his light at the other thigh. And froze.

The text was in English. Modern English. Only upside down.

It came to him. The body hadn't been written upon after death. The man had written upon himself in life. He'd used his own body as a blank page. Upside down. He'd inscribed his journal notes on the only parchment guaranteed to travel with him. Now Ike saw how the lettering wasn't just painted on, but crudely tattooed.

Wherever he could reach, the man had jotted bits of testimony. Abrasions and filth obscured some of the writing, particularly below the knees and around his ankles. The rest of it could easily have been dismissed as random and lunatic. Numbers mixed with words and phrases, especially on the outer edges of each thigh, where he'd apparently decided there was extra room for new entries. The clearest passage lay across his lower stomach.

" 'All the world will be in love with night,' " Ike read aloud, " 'and pay no worship to the garish sun.' "

"Gibberish," snapped Owen, badly spooked.

"Bible talk," Ike sympathized.

"No, it's not," piped up Kora. "That's not from the Bible. It's Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet."

Ike felt the group's repugnance. Indeed, why would this tortured creature choose for his obituary the most famous love story ever written? A story about opposing clans. A tale of love transcending violence. The poor stiff had been out of his gourd on thin air and solitude. It was no coincidence that in the highest monasteries on earth, men endlessly obsessed about delusion. Hallucinations were a given up here. Even the Dalai Lama joked about it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2004

    Epic Adventure

    I read alot of books and am picky. This is the best book I ever have read. I encourage everyone to read it. Jeff Long is a wonderful author. Advice to those who want to narrow down good books to read, I've found that when books have good reviews from the The Rocky Mountain News on the jacket, the book is a great read.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 20, 2009

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    Definitely a page-turner

    Having just finished this book (after accidentally reading his second novel, Deeper, first), and reading some of the negative reviews, I felt the need to come to Long's defense.

    I am definitely a fan of Long's work. He calls to mind a combination of the religious aspects of Dan Brown's Langdon series and Michael Crichton, with his thriller/science lesson type reads. While none of the three authors are commended for works of high literature, they all write gripping fictional accounts that just COULD be real. While there were certainly some unanswered questions in this first novel, I had the advantage of seeing where the story progressed later and realised that Long was purposely leaving certain parts of the plot unaddressed as a setup for the next part of the story.

    Long brought some excellent geological and anthropological research to The Descent. While some have alluded to "offensive" language, it is important to remember that some of the references made in the story (Negroid, Oriental, etc) are, in fact, valid anthropological and ethnic references when discussing the history and evolution of mankind.

    All in all, Long presents some fascinating material, wrapped in a dramatic package that drives you through the book at a whirlwind pace. After you tear through it, you will definitely want to look into some of the topics presented to learn more. I know I did!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2008

    Page Turner... with all-around goodness :)

    I really enjoyed reading this book and have already passed it along for another person to read. It was a very good all-around book: Suspense, Adventure, Mystery, Religion, and a dash of Romance. What more can you ask for? I'd highly recommend it.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2000

    If you read one book this year make it this one

    This book while it is a long read it is completly worth the time it takes to read it. In all the books I have read in the past this one writes about human nature better than most books I have read. If the events that took place in this book were to happen tomorrow. I feel this book would become a work of Non-Fiction in many ways. The book is a real page turner with alot of suspence. Long; does a great job of tieing all the characters together as the book progresses.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2010

    A Long Fan

    I have never read Jeff Long, but thoroughly enjoyed this book. He writes in the style that I love to read and pass on to my brother.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2003

    A Whiteknuckle Ride Of A Book!!!

    I began reading this book while on a vacation, and simply could not put it down! I consider myself a person who is hard to suprise, but the plot twists and turns left me breathless at times. This book explores the possibilities of another race of beings that live deep in the bowels of the earth. A mix of H.G. Wells,'Journey to the Center of the Earth', with a generous dollop of chills, surpise, suspense, and imagination. I'm looking forward to more work by Jeff Long. WOW!!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2012

    Read this book!

    One of my favorite books of all time, impossible to stop reading•••intense, frightening, and just so good!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 23, 2009

    Jeff Long writes compelling novels

    It's been awhile since I read The Decent. There is no connection between Long's book and the recent cheesy movie that came out. When the book first debuted, there was talk of a screenplay.
    Basically, the book explores mankind's devolvement as a "mountain-climber" finds strange beings deep within our earth. Long keeps his books very interesting. Definitely a page-turner.

    Bill McNeace

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  • Posted May 9, 2009

    Poorly written and full of offensive adjectives

    There are so many problems with this book. Gaping plot holes render the story completely illogical and impossible to follow. On top of that, the author uses ridiculously offensive and colonial language, surprising and upsetting for a novel written in 1999. A couple of examples: referring to the subterranean creatures as having "negroid" noses and foreheads, as well as "a peculiar Oriental" way of communicating. No, I am not making this up. Do not read this book, it is a waste of time and money.

    2 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2006

    you get caught up in the action

    Very intricate plot....lots of characters that you get attached to. Long tells a great story and makes this adventure story sound a lot more believable than you would ever think possible. Definitely makes you think

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2003

    Much Better than Year Zero

    Jeff Long has made a great novel. At first I was a bit reserved about reading this book since I first read Year Zero and was sort of disapointed. However, this book pulled me in and I could not put it down. After the book was over I was yearning for more. I would highly recommed this book for anyone looking for a good Thriller/Action novel! I can't wait for more!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2012

    Loved it

    Very original. Well worth the money. Will definately read more by this author. You won' t be disappointed

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 10, 2009

    Horribly bad

    I completely agree with the review prior to mine about how bad this book is

    1 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2007

    yeah, it's a good one.

    You don't have to think too hard to enjoy this one. Creepy, but not super scary. The characters are prepared so the reader is as well. Think - flipping through channels on the TV, coming across a movie in progress that looks interesting, getting sucked in and when it's over - going 'yeah, I enjoyed that.'

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2002

    Treachery

    Jeff Long writes one hell-of a book...With many story lines, and vibrant characters. The story never gets dull, only more complicated. But you won't be disapointed at the end.Just when you think you have " Satan " in your grasp! The never ending circle continues...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2003

    Outstanding Idea but lacked a middle

    After starting the book you are grabbed by both ears and shoved head first into a dark and disturbing idea. What if Hell was based on a real place. The book is a Insomniacs dream for the first several chapters but then if jumps 3 years with no explanation of what happened. As you can read in some other reviews Jeff Long is a great writer who in the middle got writers block. I feel that there is enough missing in the middle that I am looking for his sequel / prequel. About what happened to Ike for 11 years and why all of a sudden Branch started showing the deformities instantly when others took prolonged exposure to the underworld. And what happened in the 3 years of the war against hadie. I did enjoy the book as his writing is fluid but for some reason he seems to change the storyline after the 1st few chapters. And I for one feel the ending was rushed. Although the book scared the hell out of my sister.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2002

    One helluva good book.

    For most of the summer I was searching for a great read, but was constantly disappointed with predictable adventure novels and dull ideas. The Descent pulled me out of my reading hole with its thrilling, original plot. You simply cannot pass this one up. Are you going to miss the chance to explore Hell and come face to face with its horrifying denizens? I can't think of any adventure reader who would. Please ignore the carping reviewers of this book. These pages fly!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2002

    Are you willing to expand your thinking to 'pushing the envelope'?

    If you can, you will find this a mesmerizing read. The author has a definite way with words and knows how to use them to challenge you. For the person that transforms words into visual images like I do, it's better than any movie I've seen since 'Silence of the Lambs'. It's a rather involved story line that gets long in the tooth in some parts and I would have liked a more thrilling ending....but after all you've read before, I don't know if I could come up with one suitable either. I couldn't put it down! Of all life's scenarios and real life fiction and horror, nothing would surprise me. This book is today's version of Orson Welles' 'War of the Worlds'.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2001

    Great book to get!

    This book is definitely worth buying! I found it hard to put the book down...lots of action and suspense....great book to have!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2000

    a real sense of place

    Even though the book is internally inconsistent and defies logic at times, the way in which Long immerses the reader in the fictional environment makes it a worthwhile reading experience. I lived in hell with the characters for three days--even felt a little claustrophobic while I wasn't reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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