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Domain (Domain Series #1)by Steve Alten
Sixty-five million years ago an asteroid impacts the Earth, destroying the dinosaurs, forever changing the evolution of life on our planet.
Only the object wasn't an asteroid...
For thirty-two years archaeologist Julius Gabriel has investigated the Mayan calendar, a 2500-year-old enigma of time and space that predicts humanity will perish at the winter solstice
Sixty-five million years ago an asteroid impacts the Earth, destroying the dinosaurs, forever changing the evolution of life on our planet.
Only the object wasn't an asteroid...
For thirty-two years archaeologist Julius Gabriel has investigated the Mayan calendar, a 2500-year-old enigma of time and space that predicts humanity will perish at the winter solstice. Julius believes the Great Pyramid of Giza, Stonehenge, the desert drawings of Nazca, the sites of Angor Wat, Teotihuacan, and the Kukulcan Pyramid in the Yucatan Peninsulathe site of the ancient asteroid impactall represent ancient pieces of a global puzzle linked to the salvation of our species.
Ridiculed by his peers, Julius dies before he can solve the doomsday prophecy. Now, only one person can prevent our annihilationJulius's son, Michael, a patient locked up in a Miami mental asylum.
Psychology major Dominique Vazquez reports to the Miami asylum to complete her graduate internship. The new director assigns her to a special pantientMick Gabirel, a paranoid schizophrenic with a high IQ who attempts to charm her into believing his father's theory of the Apocalypse so he can escape. What Dominique doesn't realize is that she represents Mick's last hope of saving humanity.
As it has done for a thousand years, a serpent's shadow appears on the northern balustrade of the Kukulcan Pyramid...then as a rare galactic alignment occurs, a deep radio trnasmission reaches Earth, activating the remnants of an object buried in the Gulf of Mexico.
It is the beginning of the end...
Rocky Mountain News
“This well-researched thriller will appeal to fans of Lincoln Child and Douglas Preston.” Library Journal
“Characters are worthy of the best role-playing games; sorcery aces technology every time; and Alten draws clever parallels with Mayan myths in this ripping space-age yarn equipped with a credible love story and strong Earth-bound side plots.” Publishers Weekly
“Alten aligns galactically with his audience.” Kirkus Reviews
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By Steve Alten
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2001 Steve Alten
All rights reserved.
SEPTEMBER 8, 2012 MIAMI, FLORIDA
The South Florida Evaluation and Treatment Center is a seven-story white-concrete building with evergreen trim, located in a run-down ethnic neighborhood just west of the city of Miami. Like most businesses in the area, the rooftops are rimmed in coils of barbed-wire fencing. Unlike other establishments, the barbed wire is not meant to keep the public out, but its residents in.
Thirty-one-year-old Dominique Vazquez weaves through rush-hour traffic, cursing aloud as she races south on Route 441. The first day of her internship, and she is already late. Swerving around a teenager riding the wrong way on motorized skates, she pulls into the visitors parking lot, parks, then hastily twists her waist-length, jet-black hair into a tight bun as she jogs toward the entrance.
Magnetic doors part, allowing her access into an air-conditioned lobby.
A Hispanic woman in her late forties sits behind the information desk, reading the morning news from a clipboard-sized, wafer-thin computer monitor. Without looking up, she asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I have an appointment with Margaret Reinike."
"Not today you don't. Dr. Reinike no longer works here." The woman fingers the page-down button, advancing the news monitor to another article.
"I don't understand. I spoke with Dr. Reinike two weeks ago."
The receptionist finally looks up. "And you are?"
"Vazquez, Dominique Vazquez. I'm here on a one-year postgraduate internship from FSU. Dr. Reinike's supposed to be my sponsor." She watches the woman pick up the phone and press an extension.
"Dr. Foletta, a young woman by the name of Domino Vass —"
"Vazquez. Dominique Vazquez."
"Sorry. Dominique Vazquez. No, sir, she's down here in the lobby, claiming to be Dr. Reinike's intern. Yes, sir." The receptionist hangs up. "You can have a seat over there. Dr. Foletta will be down to speak with you in a few minutes." The woman swivels her back to Dominique, returning to her news monitor.
Ten minutes pass before a large man in his late fifties makes his way down a corridor.
Anthony Foletta looks like he belongs on a football field coaching defensive linemen, not walking the halls of a state facility housing the criminally insane. A mane of thick gray hair rolls back over an enormous head, which appears to be attached directly to the shoulders. Blue eyes twinkle between sleepy lids and puffy cheeks. Though overweight, the upper body is firm, the stomach protruding slightly from the open white lab coat.
A forced smile, and a thick hand is extended.
"Anthony Foletta, new Chief of Psychiatry." The voice is deep and grainy, like an old lawn mower.
"What happened to Dr. Reinike?"
"Personal situation. Rumor has it her husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Guess she decided to take an early retirement. Reinike told me to expect you. Unless you have any objections, I'll be supervising your internship."
"Good." He turns and heads back down the hall, Dominique hustling to keep pace.
"Dr. Foletta, how long have you been with the facility?"
"Ten days. I transferred down here from the state facility in Massachusetts."
They approach a guard at the first security checkpoint. "Give the guard your driver's license."
Dominique searches her purse, then hands the man the laminated card, swapping it for the visitor's pass. "Use this for now," Foletta says. "Turn it in when you leave at the end of the day. We'll get you an encoded intern's badge before the week's out."
She clips the pass to her blouse, then follows him into the elevator.
Foletta holds three fingers up to a camera mounted above his head. The doors close. "Have you been here before? Are you familiar with the layout?"
"No. Dr. Reinike and I only spoke by phone."
"There are seven floors. Administration and central security's on the first floor. The main station controls both the staff and resident elevators. Level 2 houses a small medical unit for the elderly and terminally ill. Level 3 is where you'll find our dining area and rec rooms. It also accesses the mezzanine, yard, and therapy rooms. Levels 4, 5, 6, and 7 house residents." Foletta chuckles. "Dr. Blackwell refers to them as 'customers.' An interesting euphemism, don't you think, considering we haul them in here wearing handcuffs."
They exit the elevator, passing a security station identical to the one on the first floor. Foletta waves, then follows a short corridor to his office. Cardboard boxes are piled everywhere, stuffed with files, framed diplomas, and personal items.
"Excuse the mess, I'm still getting situated." Foletta removes a computer printer from a chair, motioning for Dominique to sit, then squeezes uncomfortably behind his own desk, leaning back in his leather chair to afford his belly room.
He opens her personnel file. "Hmm. Completing your doctorate at Florida State, I see. Get out to many football games?"
"Not really." Use the opening. "You look like you've played a little football before."
It is a good parlay, causing Foletta's cherub face to light up. "Fighting Blue Hens of Delaware, class of '79. Starting nose tackle. Would have been a lower-round NFL draft pick if I hadn't torn my knee up against Lehigh."
"What made you get into forensic psychiatry?"
"Had an older brother who suffered from a pathological obsession. Always in trouble with the law. His psychiatrist was a Delaware alumnus and a big football fan. Used to bring him down to the locker room after games. When I injured my knee, he pulled a few strings to get me into grad school." Foletta leans forward, placing her file flat on the desk. "Let's talk about you. I'm curious. There are several other facilities closer to FSU than ours. What brings you down here?"
Dominique clears her throat. "My parents live over in Sanibel. It's only a two-hour ride from Miami. I don't get home very often."
Foletta guides a thick index finger across her personnel file. "Says here you're originally from Guatemala."
"How'd you end up in Florida?"
"My parents — my real parents died when I was six. I was sent to live with a cousin in Tampa."
"But that didn't last?"
"Is this important?"
Foletta looks up. The eyes are no longer sleepy. "I'm not much for surprises, Intern Vazquez. Before assigning residents, I like to know my own staff's psyche. Most residents don't give us much of a problem, but it's important to remember that we're still dealing with some violent individuals. Safety's a priority with me. What happened in Tampa? How was it that you ended up in a foster home?"
"Suffice it to say that things didn't work out with my cousin."
"Did he rape you?"
Dominique is taken back by his directness. "If you must know — yes. I was only ten at the time."
"You were under the care of a psychiatrist?"
She stares back at him. Stay cool, he's testing you. "Yes, until I was seventeen."
"Does it bother you to talk about it?"
"It happened. It's over. I'm sure it influenced my choice of career, if that's where this is leading."
"Your interests, too. Says here you have a second-degree black belt in tae kwon do. Ever use it?"
"Only in tournaments."
The lids open wide, the blue eyes baiting her with their intensity.
"Tell me, Intern Vazquez, do you imagine your cousin's face when you kick your opponents?"
"Sometimes." She pushes a strand of hair from her eyes. "Who did you pretend to hit when you played football for those Fighting Blue Hens?"
"Touché." The eyes return to the file. "Date much?"
"My social life concerns you as well?"
Foletta sits back in his chair. "Traumatic sexual experiences like yours often lead to sexual disorders. Again, I just want to know who I'm working with."
"I have no aversions to sex, if that's what you're asking.
I do have a healthy mistrust toward prying men."
"This isn't a halfway house, Intern Vazquez. You'll need thicker skin than that if you expect to handle forensic residents. Men like these have made names for themselves feasting on pretty college women like you. Coming from FSU, I'd think you could appreciate that."
Dominique takes a deep breath, relaxing her coiled muscles. Dammit, tuck your ego away and pay attention. "You're right, Doctor. My apologies."
Foletta closes the file. "Truth is, I have you in mind for a special assignment, but I need to be absolutely certain that you're up to the task."
Dominique reenergizes. "Try me."
Foletta removes a thick brown file from his top desk drawer. "As you know, this facility believes in a multidisciplinary-team approach. Each resident is assigned a psychiatrist, a clinical psychologist, social worker, psychiatric nurse, and a rehab therapist. My initial reaction when I first got here was that it's a bit overkill, but I can't argue with the results, especially when dealing with substance-abuse patients and preparing individuals to participate in their forthcoming trials."
"But not in this case?"
"No. The resident I want you to oversee is a patient of mine, an inmate from the asylum where I served as psychological services director."
"I don't understand. You brought him with you?"
"Our facility lost funding about six months ago. He's certainly not fit for society, and he had to be transferred somewhere. Since I'm more familiar with his history than anyone else, I thought it would be less traumatic for all concerned if he remained under my care."
"Who is he?"
"Ever hear of Professor Julius Gabriel?"
"Gabriel?" The name sounded familiar. "Wait a second, wasn't he the archaeologist who dropped dead during a Harvard lecture several years ago?"
"Over ten years ago." Foletta grins. "After three decades of research grants, Julius Gabriel returned to the States and stood before an assembly of his peers, claiming that the ancient Egyptians and Mayans had built their pyramids with the help of extraterrestrials — all to save humanity from destruction. Can you imagine? The audience laughed him right offstage. He probably died of humiliation." Foletta's cheeks quiver as he chuckles. "Julius Gabriel was a real poster child for paranoid schizophrenia."
"So who's the patient?"
"His son." Foletta opens the file. "Michael Gabriel, age thirty-four.
Prefers to be called Mick. Spent the first twenty-plus years of his life working side by side with his parents in archaeological digs, probably enough to turn any kid psychotic."
"Why was he incarcerated?"
"Mick lost it during his father's lecture. The court diagnosed him paranoid schizophrenic and sentenced him to the Massachusetts State Mental Facility where I served as his clinical psychiatrist, remaining so even after my promotion to director in 2006."
"Same kind of delusions as his father?"
"Of course. Father and son were both convinced that some terrible calamity is going to wipe mankind off the face of the planet. Mick also suffers from the usual paranoid delusions of persecution, most of it brought about by his father's death and his own incarceration. Claims that a government conspiracy has kept him locked up all these years. In Mick Gabriel's mind, he's the ultimate victim, an innocent man attempting to save the world, caught up in the immoral ambitions of a self-centered politician."
"I'm sorry, you lost me on that last bit."
Foletta leafs through the file, removing a series of Polaroids from a manila envelope. "This is the man he attacked. Take a good look at the picture, Intern. Make sure you don't let your defenses down."
It is a close-up of a man's face, brutally battered. The right eye socket is covered in blood.
"Mick tore the microphone from the podium and beat the victim senseless with it. Poor man ended up losing his eye. I think you'll recognize the victim's name. Pierre Borgia."
"Borgia? You're kidding? The Secretary of State?"
"This was nearly eleven years ago, before Borgia was appointed UN representative. He was running for senator at the time. Some say the attack probably helped get him elected. Before the Borgia political machine pushed him into politics, Pierre was apparently quite the scholar. He and Julius Gabriel were in the same doctoral program at Cambridge. Believe it or not, the two of them actually worked together as colleagues after graduation, exploring ancient ruins for a good five or six years before having a major fallout. Borgia's family finally convinced him to return to the States and enter politics, but the bad blood never went away.
"Turns out it was Borgia who actually introduced Julius as the keynote speaker. Pierre probably said a few things he shouldn't have said, which helped incite the crowd. Julius Gabriel had a bad heart. After he dropped dead backstage, Mick retaliated. Took six cops to pull him off. It's all in the file."
"Sounds more like an isolated emotional outburst, brought on by —"
"That kind of rage takes years to build up, Intern. Michael Gabriel was a volcano, waiting to erupt. Here we have an only child, raised by two prominent archaeologists in some of the most desolate areas of the world. He never attended school or had the opportunity to socialize with other children, all of which contributed to an extreme case of antisocial-personality disorder. Hell, Mick has probably never gone out on a date.
Everything he ever learned was taught to him by his only companions, his parents, at least one of which was certifiable."
Foletta hands her the file.
"What happened to his mother?"
"Died of pancreatic cancer while the family was living in Peru. For some reason, her death still haunts him. Once or twice a month he'll wake up screaming. Vicious night terrors."
"How old was Mick when she died?"
"Any idea why her death still creates such trauma?"
"No. Mick refuses to speak about it." Foletta adjusts himself, unable to get comfortable in the small chair. "The truth, Intern Vazquez, is that Michael Gabriel doesn't like me very much."
"No. Mick and I never had that kind of doctor-patient relationship. I've become his jailer, part of his paranoia. Some of that no doubt stems from his first years of residence. Mick had a hard time adjusting to confinement. One week before his six-month evaluation, he flipped out on one of our guards, breaking both the man's arms and kicking him repeatedly in the scrotum. Caused so much damage that both testicles had to be surgically removed. There's a picture somewhere in the file if you care —"
"As punishment for the attack, Mick spent most of the last ten years in solitary confinement."
"That's a bit severe, isn't it?"
"Not where I come from. Mick's a lot more clever than the men whom we hire to guard him. It's best for all concerned to keep him isolated."
"Will he be allowed to participate in group activities?"
"They have strict rules about mainstreaming residents down here, but for now, the answer's no."
Dominique stares at the Polaroids again. "How concerned do I need to be about this guy attacking me?"
"In our business, Intern, you always have to be concerned. Is Mick Gabriel a threat to attack? Always. Do I think he will? Doubtful. The last ten years haven't been easy on him."
"Will he ever be permitted to reenter society?"
Foletta shakes his head. "Never. In the road of life, this is Mick Gabriel's last stop. He'd never be able to handle the rigors of society. Mick's scared."
"Scared of what?"
"His own schizophrenia. Mick claims he can sense the presence of evil growing stronger, feeding off society's hatred and violence. His phobia reaches a breaking point every time another angry kid grabs his father's gun and shoots up a high school. This kind of stuff really gets to him."
"It gets to me, too."
"Not like this. Mick becomes a tiger."
"Is he being medicated?"
"We keep him on zyprexa — twice a day. Knocks most of the fight out of him."
"So what do you want me to do with him?"
"State law requires that he receive therapy. Use the opportunity to gain some valuable experience."
He's hiding something. "I appreciate the opportunity, Doctor. But why me?"
Foletta pushes up from the desk and stands, the furniture creaking beneath his weight. "As director of this facility, it might be construed as a conflict of interest if I were the only one treating him."
Excerpted from Domain by Steve Alten. Copyright © 2001 Steve Alten. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates.
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Steve Alten is the best-selling author of the Meg series, including Meg: Hell’s Aquarium. A native of Philadelphia, he earned a Bachelor’s degree from Penn State, a Masters from the University of Delaware, and a Doctorate from Temple University. He is the founder and director of Adopt-An-Author, a free nationwide teen reading program used in thousands of secondary school classrooms across the country to excite reluctant readers.
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Paperback/Sci-Fiction: I figured I'd better get this one off the shelf because 2012 is around the corner and this is a trilogy. I really loved Alten's shark books and this one was pretty good too. Let's get the hard part over: There were some problems: 150 pages too long, slow beginning, undone loose ends. The biggest thing I did not like was the father's journal. Instead of a man, who has pretty much isolated for much of his life, seems to get saner as his journal goes on. The good parts are everything else. I liked the comic book fun of the sci-fi. It was way out there and a page turner. Just have fun with it and don't take it too seriously. The main two characters are likable. The government is conspiratorial. The aliens are evil. What else you want?
with 2012 coming these novel delves into the mayan myths in an entertaining and Enlightening way! Steve educated me as to the earths precession and raises the valid? how on earth did the ancient mayans have a clue about it much less align thier calender to thr precession of the earth,facsinating and a must read
With romance to an epic fight scene. This book is no exeption to the rule that steve alten is a master at his work. The charachters in this book are his best charachters by far. The moment i read the prologue i was caught in an epic adventure that left you guessing the whole way. At first the present tense format was kind of annoying but after the first fifty pages i actually liked this style of writing alot. The research for this book was phenomenal. This is one of steve's best books. This book was great. It did get kind of dry at times but what book does not. This book was soooooo much better than the cheesy overdone impossible film 2012. So read this book but dont go see 2012 IT SUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I found this book while browsing my library--the cover caught my eye. I have always been interested in all the things that this book explains--I mean, everything: from the impact on earth by a "so-called asteroid" to the 2012 Mayan prophecy that says the human race will perish from the face of the Earth. This book had it all, thrill, drama, romance... it was truly fantastic. I re-read this book recently and enjoyed every minute of it, I will never get tired of this great book. I recommend this 100%
a book that was a hard book to put down and when you did you could not wait untill you picked it back up
Having been an avid if terrified fan of Steve's Meg series, I jumped upon this after finishing the latest of these. I DEVOURED this book, finishing just as school started back up. As Mick sped off to parts unkown, I spazzed out. 'No!', I said, 'That can't be all!? What with all the talk of evil incarnate, and destiny and twins and such!?' Well, as it turns out, I was right. While in Digital Imaging class, I was perusing Steve's site ( Which happens to be a GROSS misuse of school computers) and discovered not just a sequel, but a TRILOGY! The Good Times have returned! Huzzah!
WOW! This book is great. Deals with ancient cultures and their lore, but it takes place in the future. It's basically about the end of the world.
If you are a archeologist in the making, if you don't agree with orthodox archeology, this book is for you! Suspenful and riviting!
I read constantly, and I also read all types of books. I love it when I discover writers who I didn't know about who write books that totally immerse me in the story they have written. Steve Alten is one of those writers. I first read MEG and was totally engrossed in the book so I then read Domain. Domain is as good, if not better, then MEG. If you love action, adventure, a great storyline, and believable characters then Steve Alten writes the books for you. I hated it when I had to stop reading the book and could not wait to get back to the book! I love it when I find books like that!!
i read this book twice, i felt like i was right there with the characters, its mindboggling, everything seemed so real,can't wait for domain 2 if there is going to be one ,sure hope so.
I LOVED THIS BOOK,THE ONLY PROBLEM I HAD WITH IT WAS THAT I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN SO I LOST SLEEP..THIS BOOK FOR ME LEFT ME WITH WANTING THE SEQUEL NOW! DOMAIN IS A FAST PACE PAGE TURNER, WITH VERY DISCRIPTIVE CHARACTERS YOU FEEL AS IF YOU ARE FIGHTING RIGHT ALONG WITH THEM..JUST BUY THE BOOK YOU WILL SEE WHAT I MEAN!!
After reading MEG, and The TRENCH, I could not wait for Steve Alten to release his next Novel. DOMAIN is a Sci-Fi packed thriller. Steve has put together another winner, in my opinion. DOMAIN is a HIT... From beginning to end, DOMAIN is a pleasure to read. If you are a Sci-Fi fan, you will Love DOMAIN. I caught myself believing what I was reading. It truly is, a realistic fiction novel. Steve has done his homework once again... If you have read MEG, and The Trench, you will notice Steve's writing abilities maturing a little more after each Novel. I can hardly wait for Steve Alten's next Novel, GOLIATH, which is due out in early 2002. Keep up the great work, Steve...
So far all of Steve Alten's books have been getting better. From Meg to the Trench to now Doman - all of these are exciting reads. Domain is like an Indiana Jones adventure with fact-based science out of a Michael Crichton book. The book is very exciting and really interesting keeps you turning the pages. Although the resolution could have been better, but was appropriate given the subject matter. Still, do yourself a favor and read Domain ( and Meg and the Trech as well)! If Crichton wrote this it would be a blockbuster and a movie!
I bought this book for my husband and he loved it so I went back on line to buy the next one in the series but Resurrection is not avilible in book form. This upset my husband but the last one in the series is now out, Phobos. Anyway my husband reads all of Steve Alten's books and has never been disappointed yet. Keep them coming.
Great mind candy. Easy read. Fun to read. Highly recommend.
full of action
Love Steve Alten and his books never seem to fail me. I recommend any and all of his books to everyone
He starts off with the beginnings of a fairly decent plot line- in terms of believability. But he seems to lose the picture and goes off the deep end - the characters engaging in more and more fantastic, unbelievble actions. They happen one after another and you eventually (or at least I) just lose interest. Parts of it- the history and archaeology- were pretty interesting. The story itself had huge credibility holes in it that, for me, were "un-patchable", making it pretty "Ho-Hum".
Great story with supporting details. Quick, fun, entertaining read.