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Destroyer Angel (Anna Pigeon Series #18)

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"Gripping...BREATHTAKING...complex."-Publishers Weekly (starred review)

In Destroyer Angel, Anna Pigeon, a ranger for the U.S. Park Services, sets off on a much-needed vacation: an autumn camping trip in the Iron Range in upstate Minnesota. With Anna is her friend Heath, a paraplegic; Elizabeth, Heath's fifteen-year-old

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"Gripping...BREATHTAKING...complex."-Publishers Weekly (starred review)

In Destroyer Angel, Anna Pigeon, a ranger for the U.S. Park Services, sets off on a much-needed vacation: an autumn camping trip in the Iron Range in upstate Minnesota. With Anna is her friend Heath, a paraplegic; Elizabeth, Heath's fifteen-year-old daughter; Leah, a wealthy designer of outdoor equipment; and Katie, Leah's thirteen-year-old daughter. For Heath, this getaway is the ultimate test to see whether Leah's camping gear can help make wilderness adventures more accessible to the disabled. So far, so good. . .

"BARR IS ONE OF THE BEST!"-Boston Globe

Until their second night, when Anna decides to go for a solo evening float on the Fox River. When she returns to the campsite, she is shocked to see, with her own two eyes, that a group of heavily armed thugs have abducted Heath and the others. Now, with limited resources and no access to the outside world, Anna must find a way to rescue the women from their captors-and brave the elements of the unforgiving North Woods-before it's too late. And time is running out...

"Equal parts PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER and WILDERNESS-SURVIVAL tale...Top-tier white-knuckle suspense."-Booklist

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - Marilyn Stasio
…an excruciatingly suspenseful wilderness adventure…Anna isn't the only soldier in this woman warrior adventure. The mothers and their daughters prove to be brave, resourceful and remarkably ingenious at befuddling the goons while Anna, the silent hunter lurking in the woods, picks them off one by one.
Publishers Weekly
★ 02/10/2014
Bestseller Barr’s gripping 18th Anna Pigeon novel (after 2012’s The Rope) takes the National Park Service ranger on an autumn camping trip along the Fox River of the Iron Range in upstate Minnesota. Anna’s first vacation since her honeymoon three years earlier doubles as a get-together with Heath Jarrod, a paraplegic; Heath’s daughter, Elizabeth; Leah Hendricks, who designs outdoor gear; and Leah’s daughter, Katie. For Leah, the trip also is a “shakedown cruise” to test a new line of equipment to make the outdoors accessible to the handicapped. On their second night, four armed men invade the campsite while Anna is on a solo canoe float. Barr touches again on her recurring theme, that man is the biggest threat in nature, as Anna works unseen to disarm the thugs and free her friends. Barr’s gift for depicting breathtaking scenery elevates the story, as does Anna’s complex, ever-evolving personality. Agent: Dominick Abel, Dominick Abel Literary Agency. (Apr.)
Kirkus Reviews
2014-03-06
Park ranger Anna Pigeon faces down—or, more accurately, hides from and bedevils—an unusually dangerous criminal in upstate Minnesota's Iron Range. When you work in the national parks, what do you do with your time off? If you're Anna, you take a camping trip with your friends Heath Jarrod, a paraplegic who once saved your life, and Leah Hendricks, an outdoor gear designer, as well as their respective daughters, so Heath can test the latest equipment Leah's designed for other-abled campers. And if you're Anna, things quickly turn violent. A gun-toting heavy dubbed "the Dude" confronts the party with three equally well-armed minions and announces his plan to kidnap Leah and Katie Hendricks and kill Heath and her adopted daughter, Elizabeth. Luckily for the women, Anna happens to have stepped out for a few minutes to spend some quality time alone with nature, and although the Dude has been informed that there's a fifth woman, he's easily persuaded that she canceled out at the last minute. So begins a prolonged game of cat and mouse in which Anna, unarmed and accompanied only by Heath's elderly dog, Wily, stalks the oblivious predators and their victims, watching for her chance to disarm or kill the small-time thugs—leering Sean Ferris, witless Jimmy Spinks and gangbanger Reg Waters—or grab the brass ring by neutralizing the Dude. The formula guarantees nonstop suspense (though not so much if you're convinced that Anna and her friends will survive), but Barr (The Rope, 2012, etc.), writing as usual with welcome delicacy and feeling, works a surprising number of variations on her theme, right up to the predictable but satisfying final twist. A tour de force that's both the most one-dimensional and the most satisfying of Anna's recent adventures.
From the Publisher

“A harrowing survival story, well imagined and forcefully told.” —Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review on THE ROPE

“Gripping…suspenseful…a tightly coiled story about trust and rebuilding a life, set against a stunning landscape.” —South Florida Sun Sentinel on THE ROPE

“Engrossing…this is pure joy for a real fan. Barr has outdone herself.” —Charlotte Observer on THE ROPE

“Terrifying…Dark and visceral, the novel is sure to appeal to Barr's legion of fans, especially those who have been clamoring for the author to light the shadows of Anna's past...A crisply written and revelatory entry in the Pigeon series.” —Booklist on THE ROPE

“Barr's exciting 17th Anna Pigeon thriller takes readers where they've wanted to go for years--to Anna's beginnings as a park ranger.…Misdirection and a rising body count ratchet up the tension.” —Publishers Weekly on THE ROPE

“Barr's luxuriant depictions of desert landscapes with its colors and hues and details about Lake Powell's tourist population are interwoven into the narrative as an indispensable element of her popular series. Anna emerges from this canyon escapade as a strong, determined woman...Verdict: Another awesome winner for Barr.” —Library Journal on THE ROPE

“This uncharacteristically urban novel may not present Anna with any endangered species to protect or environmental threats to ward off, but it does give her a chance to prove that her outdoor skills are adaptable to city streets. The harrowing plot...provides Barr with an opportunity to sharpen her characters. ..[With Burn] Barr is writing with the kind of ferocity she usually saves for her backcountry adventures.” —Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review on BURN

“Nevada Barr is one of the best.” —Boston Globe on BURN

“Engrossing...ingenious...inventive and sharply observed.” —The Washington Post on BURN

“Anna Pigeon remains an irresistible protagonist; but, to Barr's credit, Claire Sullivan is her finest fictional creation since Anna...Burn finds Nevada Barr turning out prose that practically sizzles.” —Denver Post on BURN

“Outstanding…. Anna's complex personality continues to elevate the series, and the ranger's sojourn to New Orleans further energizes this always reliable series.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on BURN

“Suspenseful plotting.” —Oregon Live.com on BURN

“Abundant suspense.” —The Oklahoman on BURN

Burn will smolder in your heart long after you're done.” —Madison County Herald on BURN

“Barr's strong, evocative writing explores the scenery as well as the characters.” —South Florida Sun-Sentinel on BURN

“From the fabric of fiction Barr creates real worlds, sometimes beautiful, sometimes terrifying, but always convincing.” —San Diego Union-Tribune on BURN

“Solid and suspenseful plotting. A definite winner.” —Booklist on BURN

“Barr has written another hit [that] her fans will devour.” —Library Journal on BURN

“A rare treat…Told with all Barr's usual verve and eye for detail and with a solid, tight plot.” —The Globe and Mail (Toronto) on BURN

Library Journal
★ 01/01/2014
On a vacation from her job in Rocky Mountain National Park, park ranger Anna Pigeon anticipates a serene camping trip in Minnesota's North Woods with her friend Heath Jarrod; Heath's daughter, Elizabeth; Leah, a designer of outdoor equipment for the disabled; and her daughter Katie. Instead, Anna finds herself in an unreal, almost supernatural battle against the forces of evil as she races against time and the elements of nature to save her friends and truly be "her sister's keeper." Pushing through the woods without equipment or supplies, Anna draws upon all her wilderness knowledge and training to follow the three women who have been kidnapped by armed men moving them toward an airstrip. But why? All the women face their weaknesses and gain new awareness of their own strengths as they fight the evils that hold them captive. (Readers will remember Heath, a paraplegic woman who befriended Anna in Hard Truth.) VERDICT Once again, Barr lays down a riveting mystery and permeates the pages with scrupulous descriptions of Anna's struggle with the cold, with the night, and with the terror and fear of not rescuing her friends. [See Prepub Alert, 10/20/13; library marketing.]—Patricia Ann Owens, formerly with Illinois Eastern Community Colls., Mt. Carmel

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780312614584
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
04/01/2014
Series:
Anna Pigeon Series, #18
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
218,934
Product dimensions:
6.30(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.30(d)

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Destroyer Angel

An Anna Pigeon Novel


By Nevada Barr

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Nevada Barr
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-4168-0


CHAPTER 1

Hands thrust deep in the pockets of the absurd checkered hunter's coat — protective coloration in northern Minnesota — Charles stared at the campground. Gray ash, blown into ripples, exposed an old campfire ring. On the edges of the clearing the ash melded into gray hills, low and still in death. Black spikes, the last rebellion of living trees, thrust up through the misery of destruction.

Giving God the finger, Charles thought. Never a good idea. Like most Catholics, Charles prayed to Jesus and Mother Mary when he bothered to pray. Jesus was in the redemption business. Not God; God was in the smiting business.

"What're we gonna do, Dude?"

Charles slid his eyes toward the Fox River. The fire had been stopped by the water. Its final act of destruction was the campground. On the far bank, vegetation was a lush mockery; verdant greens, rich golds, and loud reds thrust out over the water like so many jeering faces.

"What're we gonna do, Dude?" repeated the goon, slouching between Charles and the river.

Known facts automatically played in Charles's mind: Sean Ferris, small-time muscle. Philadelphia, Chicago, then Detroit. Served three years for rape. Obedient, loyal. Attack dog. Ferris was old for this work, and fat. The black leather coat and pointed-toe boots stuck him in the sixties, too overdone even to pass for retro.

Charles took his cell phone from the pocket of the blanket coat and pushed the number three.

"Calling Mr. Big?" asked another of the goons Bernie had stuck him with.

James R. Spinks, forty-one years of age, out of Detroit, Michigan, connected to what passed for Mafia. Scum for hire. IQ of 84. Went by the name Jimmy. Grown men who liked to be called by little boys' names needed to be hung by their tiny dicks, Charles thought.

Bernie picked up on the second ring. The fool must be hunched over the phone, waiting for news of his cunning foray into crime.

"Campground is burned," Charles said. "Nothing to acquire." The job was supposed to be a clean smash-and-grab. Bernie, Mr. Big, hadn't done his homework. The fool actually believed Charles had no idea who was the so-called brains behind this caper. Bernard Iverson, forty-six, Edmondson, Canada, marine equipment, massively overextended, net worth five million dollars and still not worth the bullet it would take to kill him.

"One second, please," Bernie said.

Unblinking, Charles waited, listening to a clatter that suggested Bernie was using his cell phone as a hockey puck. He gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles bunched into hard knots. This was the only outward show of emotion he allowed himself. Humans were masters at reading faces. A second's hesitation, a flick of the eyes, a smile at the wrong time telegraphed weakness. Even people who didn't understand what they were seeing retained enough feral instinct to home in on any chink in the armor. From that day forth they hammered at it until the chink became a crack and the crack a break. Once the soft flesh was exposed they went for the entrails with talons and tongues as sharp as harpies'.

The only earth the meek inherited was six feet down and capped by a stone.

A final scrimmage and Bernie was back. "There's a second campsite about four miles north on the same side of the river. It looks like it didn't burn. They probably stopped there."

Charles kept waiting. Four miles, no trail, probably: not good enough. The whole setup was Mickey Mouse. Bernie didn't know Charles, but Charles knew him. Michael had once said the so-called Mr. Big was nickel and dime, undermining unions, cutting corners, slighting on materials. That was why they'd bought him out. When it came to fundamental criminal activities, Charles doubted if he could steal a peek at a nudist camp. Given half a day, Charles could have come up with a better crew than Bernie's bottom-feeders.

"I'll get a bird's-eye's and call you back," Bernie said finally.

Charles punched the disconnect. Jimmy, dressed in a coat identical to the one Charles wore, but with a matching hat and earflaps, spit a stream of tobacco juice into the ash. Mostly into the ash; a drop or two of spittle remained in the Ted Kaczynski–style beard he sported.

"What's the deal?" Jimmy asked. His teeth were stained brown.

Charles looked away. "The target may be four miles upriver. The pilot's doing a flyby. We wait here until we have a positive ID."

"Then what?" This from Reg.

Reginald Waters, African American, thirty-one, Detroit. Ex-gangbanger, low-end drug dealer, con man. Into bookies for a hundred and seventy-three grand. Last call for repayment before the bad boys came for him.

"If the target is located, we move to acquire it," Charles said without looking at Waters. Eye contact was an invitation to intimacy. Flee, fight, fornicate, or, Charles's least favorite, ask stupid questions. Open honest intercourse was not a paradigm for leadership that appealed to him.

"Even with others he works alone."

Charles's brother had said that. A photograph of Michael clicked onto the screen in Charles's mind, the black-and-white glossy taken for his senior yearbook. Next to it appeared the picture of the target lifted from the Internet.

Payback is going to be a bitch, Charles promised his little brother.

CHAPTER 2

One hand buried in Wily's ragged fur, Heath gazed into the fire, marveling at the concept of camping out, canoeing a river, building a fire, and eating and sleeping in the wilderness. This was a fine and wonderful thing. Boy Scouts did it, park rangers and hunters and hikers did it, photographers and dishwashers and presidents did it.

And now cripples did it, she thought. Hooray for our side.

Their camp was on a bluff above the river. Dishes and hands were washed well inland. No human effluvia would dirty the waters on Anna Pigeon's watch. Excretions were buried, the soiled toilet tissue put in ziplocked plastic bags to be packed out. This Heath was exempt from. She was testing a chamber-pot-sized camping toilet, super lightweight, watertight, and ergonomically designed to improve the aim of even the most inept user. Come morning the fire would be doused and stirred. Ashes and burned stick ends would be scattered, the burn mark raked, and the area rehabbed with forest duff.

Anna had lived by the law of "take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints" for so long she no longer even carried a camera; she took nothing but memories. Tonight she was storing them up on a solitary float on the Fox. Heath would have enjoyed a ride with her old friend, but Anna needed solitude. Like a dolphin in the ocean, Anna could submerge herself in the sea of humanity for long periods of time, but if she didn't surface into her private universe every so often, she would suffocate.

"You look like the Cheshire cat who ate the canary in the catbird seat," Leah said in her usual scratchy murmur. Leah always carried an internal echo, as if she were talking to herself. Too many hours alone in labs breathing toxic fumes, was Heath's guess. Leah had two doctorates, one in chemistry and one in electronic engineering. She was the research and development genius behind Hendricks & Hendricks, a high-end sports gear and clothing manufacturer based out of Boulder.

Heath met her when Leah was looking for paraplegics willing to play guinea pig to test gear she'd designed to make wilderness access easier for the disabled. This trip was a shakedown cruise for a chair, a canoe, a lifting device, and selvane, a chemical compound that was lightweight and strong, and dramatically decreased friction.

At the moment Heath was lounging in a camp chair designed for wheelchair users. Twelve and a half inches from the ground, and as stable as if nailed to the earth, it allowed Heath to move easily from chair to wheelchair and back. The arms were sturdy enough to do handstands on — Elizabeth had done several just to prove it, though, since she weighed about the same as the average golden retriever, it wasn't the best of tests.

H&H was already successful, but if selvane was all Leah hoped it would be, it would revolutionize the industry. It would revolutionize a lot of industries. God forbid the sinister uses the military would find for it.

"Lost in thought," Leah said. It was less a question, it seemed to Heath, than a statement of personal choice.

"I was contemplating your genius," Heath said truthfully.

"Oh." Evidently, people often did that, and it had ceased to be of interest. Leah went back to studying the wheelchair. The wheels were larger and softer than those on street chairs, and it weighed next to nothing. Leah had designed it to be folded so it could fit easily into a canoe or strapped onto a backpack. Firelight flickering on the lenses of her glasses gave Heath the illusion of witnessing mental gears turning as Leah mulled over her design, seeking out flaws.

Elizabeth, Heath's daughter, had named her wheelchair Robo-butt. This new miracle of modern engineering was dubbed Robo-butt ATV.

Taking a drag from her cigarette, Heath watched her daughter. Heat rising from the campfire twisted the air, and she saw E as if through antique glass. The first time she'd laid eyes on this amazing creature who was to be her child had been in the woods at night. Elizabeth and two other little girls had stumbled half naked, bleeding and mute, out of the forest near where she and her aunt were camping in Rocky Mountain National Park. Heath had thought they were a bear come to dine on the helpless crippled lady. Instead, one of them became her salvation.

After the accident that broke her back, Heath had given up on herself. Along came Elizabeth, and Heath discovered she couldn't give up on herself without giving up on Elizabeth. That was unthinkable.

From a bitter drunken cripple, Heath had grown into a semicivilized paraplegic. From a scrawny frightened limpet, Elizabeth had grown into a confident beauty. Still, her eyes were the eyes of someone much older — a thousand years older. Ghosts could be seen in those depths. Shadows moved there even on cloudless days. Heath liked to think her adopted daughter was an old soul who had visited the realms of the living in many incarnations.

Before she'd asked E on this trip, they'd talked long and hard about whether a sojourn in the woods would bring back the nightmares. E was in favor of facing one's fears. Where her daughter was concerned, Heath sang the praises of running away.

"You're doing it, Heath."

Elizabeth had caught her in the act. Mothers should not be obviously smitten. E told her once in mock seriousness that it undermined discipline.

"I am not," she lied as she wiped the doting look off her face.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Doing what?" Katie asked. Leah's daughter, Katie, was thirteen. Heath had hoped they would be company for each other on the trip, but Katie looked and acted far younger than her years.

"Looking all warm and runny inside," Elizabeth said. "You know, Mother Gooey?"

Katie's white-blond eyebrows, nearly invisible on her pale, heart-shaped face, drew together in confusion. When it cleared Heath saw bitterness. "Right," she said. "Maybe if I had titanium parts."

Katie stabbed a marshmallow through the heart with a twig. "These have got to be covered in germs and squirrel poop," she said with a grimace.

"Organic," Elizabeth kidded her. "Costs a fortune at Whole Foods."

"Daddy gets fits if Tanya lets me eat anything that isn't organic. 'Organic' is Latin for boring." Katie thrust the skewered marshmallow into the fire and watched keenly as it caught and burned, the skin turning black and crusted.

"Who is Tanya?" Heath asked.

"Warden," Katie said.

"Au pair," Leah said without looking at her daughter.

Katie tilted her head until her baby-fine blond hair fell forward and curtained her face. Heath suspected she was mortified. Who has a babysitter in the eighth grade? What kind of a mother mentions it in front of another girl, and a high school girl at that?

"A pair of what?" Heath asked.

Katie raised her eyes from the charred corpse of the marshmallow. Katie didn't grace Heath with even a hint of a smile. Heath had known Leah's daughter for twenty-four hours and had yet to see her smile. Katie might be accustomed to manipulating adults by withholding approval. God knew most mothers would wag themselves to death for a pat on the head from their kid.

"You shouldn't smoke," Katie said to wreak a kind of revenge. "Secondhand smoke kills people."

"It's okay. Mom doesn't exhale," Elizabeth said.

Leah said nothing. Heath had been raised by her aunt Gwen, a pediatrician. Rudeness, particularly to adults, was not tolerated. Heath had never tolerated it in Elizabeth. Leah just glanced at her daughter as if she were the ill-mannered child of a stranger.

Wily sighed in his sleep. Heath ran her fingers up his pointed coyote-style ears. Maybe Anna was right, maybe animals were better people than people. Then again, Anna didn't exactly work and play well with others. She should be roasting marshmallows and celebrating the night on the river instead of floating somewhere in her damn sacred solitude. A true friend would be drinking wine and keeping Heath from getting too involved in other people's business.

"E, would you go see if you can see Anna's canoe?" Heath asked. "Tell her we're making s'mores. That should bring her in out of the cold." Elizabeth rose with a fluid grace Heath could barely remember. Movement was language for E. Often she'd forgo use of her own legs to experiment with new ways Heath could get around. They installed monkey bars in the living room and performed monkeylike antics on them. Elizabeth was an ace with Heath's wheelchair. So as not to seem a drag, Heath learned to pop wheelies, entered races, and was rear guard for the basketball team Rolling Thunder.

The leaves, rich reds, yellows, and oranges during the day, were black with coming night. The last light of the day limned the edges with silver. Leaning back, Heath looked for the first star of evening amid sparks rising lazily into the air, then winking out like fireflies. Campfires and Wily were two of the reasons Heath preferred to camp on Forest Service rather than Park Service land. Much as she loved Anna's parks, the NPS was not dog- or fire-friendly. There were times Heath didn't want to conserve for the use of the next generation; she wanted to pretend there was enough of everything wild, that it would go on forever, and humans were too insignificant to do any real damage. Camping with a good fire and a good dog helped that illusion.

"Are these things any better roasted?" Katie asked. She was holding up one of the mushrooms Leah had picked earlier in the day. Raised north of Duluth, Minnesota, the only child of two mothers, both of whom were concerned with natural foods and sustained harvests, Leah had grown up hunting mushrooms and gathering wild rice.

Before Leah could respond, Katie had jabbed the orange fungus with a stick and poked it into the flame more as if she were torturing than cooking it.

"Don't do that," Leah said softly. Katie kept doing it. Leah looked away.

"Leave a few, at least," Heath said. Lobster mushrooms had added a nice zest to the prepared foods they'd brought.

"Never eat a mushroom I haven't okayed," Leah said. "Some are deadly."

"Oh right, like I'm going to mistake an Amanita for a lobster," Katie sneered.

"They look like deer mushrooms, not lobster," Leah said mildly.

"Do you see Anna?" Heath asked Elizabeth, a sharp silhouette on the bluff overlooking the water.

"Nope. Nada."

Feeling abandoned, Heath swallowed a slug of bourbon. It definitely tasted better from a tin cup than from a crystal glass. She wondered if that would be true inside four walls. Definitely a double-blind test in the offing when they returned to Boulder.

A crashing in the woods interrupted Heath's meditation. Katie dropped the mushroom she was burning with such determination.

"Wolf?" Elizabeth asked hopefully. "It would be so cool to see a wolf."

"More likely a bear or a moose," Heath said. "Get Wily's leash, would you, E?"

Elizabeth ducked into the tent with the enviable ease of the young and limber, scooped up the leash, then knelt, legs folding smoothly like the self-lubricating hinges on Leah's high-tech inventions, and clipped the lead to Wily's collar.

"Probably a deer," Leah said absently.

Too many years without predators had allowed the deer herds to outgrow their habitat. In winter, they starved and died of disease. Wherever humans were known to give handouts, they begged. Without food, even Bambi could become aggressive. Wolves had reinhabited northern Minnesota, but not in sufficient numbers to do the thinning work.

Wily's neck hair stiffened under Heath's hand. His body went rigid. A growl, so low she more felt than heard it, began building in his chest.

"It's people," she said quietly.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Nevada Barr is the author of the New York Times bestselling novels featuring Anna Pigeon. She won the Agatha Award for Best First Novel for Track of the Cat. Like her character, Barr worked for the National Park Service before resigning to work full time. She lives in New Orleans.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Clinton, Mississippi
Date of Birth:
March 1, 1952
Place of Birth:
Yerington, Nevada
Education:
B.A., Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, 1974; M.A., University of California at Irvine, 1977
Website:
http://www.nevadabarr.com

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Destroyer Angel 4.4 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 40 reviews.
S- More than 1 year ago
Nevada Barr always provides a good read and this was no exception.  I am a twenty year fan of Anna Pigeon even though I do not always agree with Anna's political or religious views.  This book had adventure, suspense,  and a great dog.   While I found myself wishing Anna would just take care of business without the philosophical wonderings, I realized that the wondering is partly why I will always buy an Anna Pigeon story no questions asked.  
JPropst More than 1 year ago
Destroyer Angel is a thrilling, gripping, suspenseful and heart stopping read. Nevada Barr has written another awesome Anna Pigeon suspense thriller. I had a hard time putting it down because of the heart stopping events happening to the four captives by the thugs that had taken them captive and Anna who was trying to rescue them. There was one incident that caused my heart to jump in my throat. I thought my chest would burst till I saw what was going to happen hoping it wouldn't be what I feared. This was one of the best Anna Pigeon books Barr has written. I loved it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This 309 page book is by one of my favorite authors. I paid almost $10.00 for this novel. This a lot for me, usually $3.00 is my limit and I get the more expensive books from the library. I love Neveda Barr's, Anna Pigeon series. The formatting and sentence structure in this book was a litte different from her other books, not bad, just different. The way she wrote this book really added to the tension and the must hurry feel of the book. NB's writting is a big favorite of mine because she gets her point across without a lot of descriptive, Texas Chain Saw Massacre, type of gore. There is quite a bit of murder, violence and attempted rape of a young girl in this book. No cursing, actual sex, drug use or romance occurs. There is a very general reference to religion. There is a side character, which is gay, his role was very interesting, even though, he was more a reference character then anything else. A dog gets injured by one of the baddies, but lives to bark and chase squrriels another day. I really liked seeing Anna's gentle care of the injured animal. This was a softer side of her, which is rarely shown. This is a well edited book which can be enjoyed by men as well as women. I highly recommend it, for mystery lovers ages, ages 16 and up. AD
Anonymous 14 days ago
I absolutely could not put this down. Ms Barr writes such descriptive stories, stories full of suspense and intrigue. I have already ordered the next book in the series!
Maertel 8 months ago
Okay, Here's The Thing... While husband Paul Davidson is without doubt a REALLY great and REALLY nice guy, and sister Molly will complete and challenge Anna's persona throughout the entire series, when loyal readers go back to read ILL WIND one more time, it's definitely un-boring, slightly scary, but ultimately sexy, fun, witty, and wise old Frederick Stanton who's the draw. Anna and Paul's sojourn is an oddly long drawn out story - maybe Episode #21 will bring Stanton back to the rescue with fireworks in the night air for a couple of master strokes, without, of course, a destructive climactic union. Frisson desirable.
tedfeit0 More than 1 year ago
Novels in the Anna Pigeon series usually take place in national parks featuring the wilderness as she grapples with the likes of forest fires and the like. This time, as she braves a Minnesota forest, it is four gunmen who have kidnapped two friends and their daughters while she was out canoeing, thus missing out on the party at the beginning: The five women originally planned to enjoy a long weekend camping at a park ranger site. Thus begins a long trek of undue hardship as the captives are forced to travel toward a landing strip miles away where the kidnappers hoped to be picked up by a plane to wait for the eventual payoff. Instead, as they slowly head to their destination, trailed by Anna whose purpose obviously is somehow to rescue her friends, the reader is treated to a gruesome blow-by-blow account of the rough treatment the women receive and lessons in how to survive in the wilderness, courtesy of Anna the park ranger, as well as how to stalk prey. The descriptions are graphic and powerful, brutal and mesmerizing. Unfortunately, from time to time, the author interjects opinions on a variety of side issues which detract from the forward thrust of the plot. Otherwise, this is a forceful tale, and is recommended.
Sheeld More than 1 year ago
A powerful book about a situation I hope I am never in. The writing was so descriptive, I had to stop reading before going to bed so I would not have bad dreams. Barr really captured Anna's dilemma in this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Grips your attention from the beginning and doesn't let go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is an excellent portrayal of strong, courageous women (and dog)! It was hard to put down. What is next for Anna Pigeon (after her recuperation of course) Cannot wait!
Anonymous 12 days ago
I loved this book. The tension of what would happen next was amazing, with periods of not much progress by the protagonist in between. I've been a fan of Nevada Barr for a long time, and this may be her best novel yet.
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What a ride...Loved it.
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jmsmom More than 1 year ago
Nevada Barr has done it again!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a enjoyable read. Some just hand in there and deal WITH SITUATIONS. Lots of action and believable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sensational. I never get tired of this series.
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The writing style is not what we are used to. Did Nevada Barr write this? Is someone assisting in writing? Both my husband and myself noticed it somewhat odd. We are big fans fans and look forward to anything new from Nevada Barr. Just curious….
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I gobbled this down in one all night session - it's that
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great book by Nevada Barr. Can't wait for the next one!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best Ms Barr has written in many years. Hard to put down.
Shrn_R More than 1 year ago
In a nutshell: Anna and friends go camping, and Bad Guys kidnap her friends while she is away from their camp. Her years of law enforcement and wilderness training enable her to track them down and try to rescue them. If you already love Anna Pigeon, you MUST read this. If you don't know Anna yet, but you like strong, quiet heroines who never give up in the face of adversity, you WILL enjoy this book. Unlike most of the other Anna Pigeon books, this one is not set in a national park, but the wilderness landscape through which the characters struggle is definitely one of the defining aspects of the story. I'm only sorry I gobbled this book down so quickly; however, there's plenty of time to reread it...