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Gideon's War

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by Howard Gordon

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Howard Gordon—the longtime executive producer of the hit TV series 24—makes his fiction debut with a tale of political intrigue and international terrorism. Gideon Davis has just 48 hours to bring his rogue agent brother in—before a twisted global conspiracy turns deadly.

GIDEON DAVIS, whose behind-the-scenes negotiating skills


Howard Gordon—the longtime executive producer of the hit TV series 24—makes his fiction debut with a tale of political intrigue and international terrorism. Gideon Davis has just 48 hours to bring his rogue agent brother in—before a twisted global conspiracy turns deadly.

GIDEON DAVIS, whose behind-the-scenes negotiating skills have earned him the role of peacemaker in conflicts around the globe, knows more about hush-hush discussions in Capitol corridors than he does about hand-to-hand combat. But his more practical, tactical skills come into play when he’s called on by family friend and government bigwig Earl Parker to chaperone a rogue agent from Southeast Asia to D.C. The agent, Tillman Davis, has promised to turn himself in— but only to his brother, Gideon.

Although the two brothers have been estranged for years, Gideon cannot fathom how his brother could have turned into so ruthless a man. But when the plan for Tillman’s surrender goes awry and Earl Parker is taken hostage, Gideon is forced to embrace his dark side in order to evade hostile locals in war-torn Mohan to make his way to the Obelisk—the multimillion-dollar, state-of-the-art oil rig that has been seized by terrorists led by Tillman himself. It is with the help of oil rig manager Kate Murphy that Gideon launches an unlikely one-man rescue.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
This loosely plotted thriller, Hollywood screenwriter Gordon's first novel, lurches unpredictably from backstory to frenzied present-day action, employing a 24-hour ticking clock for suspense. The U.S. president dispatches professional peacemaker Gideon Davis, whose career as a special envoy has taken him around the world, to the sultanate of Mohan, a small Pacific island nation, where a rising Islamist insurgency under the leadership of terrorist Abu Nasir threatens to overthrow the local, American-friendly government. That Gideon's beloved brother, Tillman, is caught in the deadly conflict raises the personal stakes. Gideon ends up on a giant deep sea oil rig, the Obelisk, where he must battle insurgents bent on destroying the platform. Frantic action featuring miraculous escapes isn't enough to compensate for a silly plot, grandiose characters, and unbelievable twists, though fans of the TV show 24, of which the author is the executive producer, may be satisfied. (Jan.)
Library Journal
This explosive debut novel by the veteran producer of 24 and The X-Files thrusts you into the world of Gideon Davis, an international peace negotiator. After returning from a successful mission, he is given the most important assignment of his career from his father figure and deputy national security adviser, Earl Parker: within 24 hours, he must bring in his estranged brother, Tillman, a rogue agent who has agreed to surrender only to Gideon. Upon landing in Mohan, an independent state between Malaysia and the Philippines, Gideon begins his hunt. After an ambush, a jungle chase, a river escape, and eventual rescue on top of a mountain, Gideon learns his true destination; the multimillion-dollar oil rig named The Obelisk, which has been seized by terrorists led by Tillman himself. VERDICT This is an essential read for fans of political and action thrillers. Gordon does a superb job of drawing you in and making you care about the characters while forcing you to ask "What will happen next?" at every turn.—Anthony Martinez, Library Journal
Kirkus Reviews

Jihadis. Oil rig. Typhoon. Connect the dots and you get this first novel from a TV writer and producer of the show24.

Gideon Davis, troubleshooter extraordinaire for the president of the United States, has just mediated a ceasefire in the Colombian jungle. He barely has time to pick up a peace medal from his boss before he's hustled off to his next assignment in the Sultanate of Mohan, a Muslim nation and American ally, located in the conveniently typhoon-prone South China Sea. Why the rush? Gideon's older brother Tillman, taking the name Abu Nasir, has joined a now-beleaguered jihadi insurrection. He will turn himself in, but only to his brother. The Sultan has imposed a deadline; then he will have him killed. Gideon has 23 hours. Though they've been estranged for years (Gideon the dove, Tillman the hawk), he owes his brother, his childhood protector, and Earl Parker, the national security advisor who'd cared for the boys after their parents' bloody demise. He must rendezvous with Tillman in a mountainous Mohanese village. Pursued by jihadis upriver, Gideon is forced into his first of many kills. Then two more surprises: Abu Nasir is actually on a billion-dollar oil rig, and he's not his brother but a mercenary in cahoots with the perfidious Parker, threatening to explode the rig unless the Americans withdraw from Mohan. And oh yes, a typhoon is bearing down. All this, while painfully derivative, is not quite as silly as it sounds. Keeping the back story to a minimum, Gordon gives us a mad dance of bullets and deadlines, though they can't disguise his failure to make a convincing mastermind out of Parker. Once on the rig, Gideon teams up with lovely rig manager Kate Murphy in an effort to defuse the bomb as the waves tower and the jihadis prowl. Two lonely overachievers. Hmm. Could there be a double bed in their future?

An action-packed story that would have worked better as a graphic novel.

From the Publisher
This explosive debut novel by the veteran producer of 24 and The X-Files…is an essential read for fans of political and action thrillers. Gordon does a superb job of drawing you in and making you care about the characters while forcing you to ask “What will happen next?” at every turn.”Library Journal

“A thrill every clock-ticking minute! From racing through the jungles of Southeast Asia to outsmarting terrorists on a high tech oil rig in a typhoon, Howard Gordon's new international peacemaker Gideon Davis takes saving the world to a new level. Move over Jack Bauer—there’s a new sheriff in town.” —Vince Flynn, New York Times bestselling author of American Assassin

24 was a nonstop thrill ride, and Gordon effectively translates the frantic pace of the show to the printed page. Gideon is an intriguing character whom readers will want to see again; Gordon seems to have found himself a new gig.”Booklist

“True to form of my eight-year experience with Howard Gordon on '24,' Gideon’s War is a rip-roaring thriller.” —Kiefer Sutherland

“Howard Gordon, the man behind 24, makes the transition from screenwriter to novelist look easy with this ahead-of-the-curve thriller.” —Alex Berenson, New York Times bestselling author of The Midnight House

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COLE RANSOM WAS TIRED from the long flight, though not too tired to admire the functional design of the airport. Passing easily through customs, he followed the bilingual signs that led him outside to the area for ground transportation. He didn’t lose a step as the glass doors slid open and he walked outside, where he was hit by a whoosh of blazing tropical air. Squinting against the impossibly bright sun, he could see the glass and steel spires of the capital city of the Sultanate of Mohan rising in the distance.

A man—unmistakably American—stood next to a black Suburban parked by the curb. He wore dark wraparound sunglasses, a camo baseball cap, and a heavy beard. An ID badge hung from his belt. The sign in his hand said DR. COLE RANSOM. If not for the beard, he would have looked like a soldier or a cop.

“Dr. Ransom,” the man said, lowering his sign and holding out his hand. Ransom reached out to shake it, but the man smiled. “I’ll take your bags, sir,” the man said.

“Right. Sorry,” Ransom said, handing him his suitcase.

“I can take the other one if you want,” the bearded man said, nodding toward Ransom’s laptop.

“That’s okay,” Ransom said. “I’ll hold on to it.” He had come to Mohan on the biggest job of his career. The last thing he needed was his laptop getting smashed or stolen.

The driver put Ransom’s suitcase into the back of the Suburban and closed the gate, then opened the rear passenger door for Ransom, who climbed inside.

The driver settled behind the wheel, then glanced at Ransom in the rearview. “Dr. Ransom, before we get going, you might want to double-check that you’ve got everything. Bags, passport, computer?”

Ransom took a quick inventory. “Yeah, that’s everything. And you can call me Cole. I’m just a structural engineer.”

The driver smiled as he started the ignition. “I know who you are, sir.”

Ransom was, in fact, one of the finest structural engineers in the world. He was here in the Sultanate of Mohan to test the structural integrity of the Obelisk—a newly built deep-sea oil rig, the largest and most expensive in the history of man’s quest for crude. There had been problems with the motion-damping system, and he was here to sort them out.

The Suburban exited the airport through a security gate, then turned onto a service road. To the right stretched a long swath of deserted beach and beyond it, the glittering blue surface of the South China Sea. Ransom would be spending the next few weeks somewhere out there. As the Obelisk was being phased into service, it had begun to exhibit some troubling sway characteristics in rough seas. Kate Murphy, the manager of the rig, suspected a design flaw. The rig’s designers insisted that she was being paranoid, or at the very least, that she was trying to cover her ass to cover her production shortfall. Ransom had talked extensively with Kate before flying out, and she didn’t sound even remotely like an alarmist. But you never really knew. Ransom had come here to run some tests and see who was right.

The Suburban suddenly lifted and fell on its suspension, pulling Ransom from his thoughts. The driver had turned off the service road onto a short gravel track that led down to the beach. He stopped the Suburban in what looked like an abandoned quarry. Ransom was puzzled.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“I need to make sure you’ve got your passport,” the driver said.

Ransom gave the driver a curious look. That was the second time he’d asked about the passport.

“I told you before. I’ve got it.”

“I should probably hold on to it up here.”


“We’ve had some civil unrest these last few weeks. We’ll be passing through some checkpoints the government’s put up, and I’ll need to show the soldiers your passport.” The bearded man held out his hand, palm up.

Ransom wondered why the driver hadn’t asked for it back at the airport as he dipped into his breast pocket for his passport and handed it to the driver. The bearded man scrutinized the little blue booklet. Ransom felt his heart rate speed up slightly, felt a tickle of concern in the back of his neck.

“This civil unrest . . . how serious is it?” Ransom asked.

The bearded man lowered the passport and looked up at Ransom. “Ever hear of the terrorist Abu Nasir?”

Ransom frowned and shook his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Now you have.”

Ransom saw the big black circle pointing at him before he realized the driver was holding a large automatic pistol in his hand. Then the driver shot him in the face.

© 2011 Teakwood Lane Productions, Inc.


UNTIL HE TRIED PUTTING on his tuxedo, Gideon Davis didn’t realize how much weight he’d gained. The extra pounds were hardly noticeable on his muscular six-foot-one frame, but Gideon had felt the tug across his shoulders when he buttoned his jacket earlier that afternoon. Now, it felt even tighter, and he tried to keep himself from squirming in his chair as the president of the United States addressed the General Assembly of the United Nations.

“. . . ten thousand lives have been lost in the bloody civil war between the Guaviare militia and the armed forces of the Colombian government, most of them innocent civilians. For years, both sides repeately rejected calls for a cease-fire, until the prospect of a peaceful resolution to the conflict seemed unattainable to everyone in the international community. Everyone . . . except for one man.” President Alton Diggs nodded toward Gideon, who smiled a smile that felt as tight as his tuxedo. Being in the spotlight was something he still hadn’t grown accustomed to.

Seventeen hours earlier, Gideon had been sitting in a jungle hut in Colombia, while armed men prowled around, waiting for an excuse to start shooting one another. The cease-fire he’d negotiated was the culmination of a three-month-long series of marathon sessions during which he’d spent day and night shuttling between government and rebel forces, usually eating the same meal twice—once with each faction—which accounted for the extra ten pounds he’d put on. In order to keep the warring sides at the table, he’d partaken of huge heaping portions of ajiaco, the traditional stew made of chicken, corn, potatoes, avocado, and guascas, a local herb, and chunchullo, fried cow intestines. As effective a diplomatic strategy as it was, Gideon knew that no amount of food would make the cease-fire hold. Chances were slim that it would last through the month. But the president had told him the best way to maintain the cease-fire was to get the international community invested, and the best way to get them invested was through a major media event. And the media loved Gideon Davis.

President Diggs continued reciting for the audience some highlights of Gideon’s career as a Special Presidential Envoy. He credited Gideon with defusing crises from the Balkans to Waziristan, and for being among the first public figures with the courage to argue that the United States needed to rethink its approach to the war on terror. To his detractors, Gideon was dangerous—a pie-in-the-sky slave to political correctness who thought the enemies of Western civilization could be jawboned into holding hands and singing “Kumbaya.” But anyone who’d ever spent any time with Gideon knew how far from the truth that was. They knew he was a straight talker with zero tolerance for bullshit. They knew he listened to people. Simple enough virtues, but ones rarely found in Washington—which was why some insiders had tagged Gideon as the fastest rising star in American politics. Before Gideon had left for Colombia, President Diggs had let slip that some party bigwigs were considering him for one of several upcoming races. One rumor even had Gideon on the president’s short list of potential running mates. This caught Gideon by surprise, since he’d never had any real political ambitions. Exposing his private life to that kind of scrutiny, and having to make the inevitable compromises that come with holding public office, had no interest for him. But the prospect of wielding enough power to make a real difference in world affairs had caused Gideon to rethink his position. It was one of the reasons he’d agreed to squeeze into his tuxedo to accept this award from the president, who was now winding up his introduction.

“. . . more than simply building bridges, this man has dedicated himself to that ancient and most sacred cornerstone of our moral code: Thou Shalt Not Kill. And so, it is my great privilege to present the United Nations Medal of Peace to one of the great peacemakers of our time, Gideon Davis.”

Gideon approached the podium to a generous stream of applause. He shook the president’s hand, then bowed his head to allow him to place the ribboned medallion around his neck.

“Thank you, Mr. President,” Gideon said, before acknowledging several other heads of state whom protocol deemed worthy of acknowledgment. “This is a great honor, and I accept it with gratitude and humility. All of us in this room know that peace is more than just the absence of war . . . it’s also the absence of poverty and injustice. The real work still lies ahead of us, and its ultimate success depends on the diplomatic and economic support of every country represented in this room tonight.” As Gideon continued to talk about the necessity of international solidarity, he saw a woman in a red dress stifle a yawn. He was losing them. But that didn’t stop him from making the point he wanted to make—that the real heroes were the men and women in Colombia who had found the courage to compromise and to break the cycle of violence that had claimed the lives of so many of their countrymen. “With your support, their goodwill and hard work might actually make this a just and lasting peace. They’re the ones we should be honoring tonight. And so I share this award with them.” He took off the medal, held it in the air over his head.

But his gesture was met with silence.

I blew it, Gideon thought to himself. These people hadn’t come here to be reminded of their moral and economic obligations. They’d come to feel good. They’d come expecting Gideon to shovel out the kind of self-congratulatory rhetoric that keeps the United Nations in business. Gideon scolded himself for ever thinking otherwise and wished he’d found an excuse to stay home and get some sleep.

But then the applause started. Sudden and decisive, like a thunderclap followed by a great rain that just kept going until it flooded the room with the collective approval of every person in the audience. Even the woman in the red dress was clapping. And for a moment, Gideon allowed himself to feel a flicker of hope that the cease-fire he’d worked so hard to make happen just might last. At least for a little while.

A few minutes later, Gideon was ushered into a large adjoining room. As successful as his speech had been, he had no illusions that it would have any real impact on the cease-fire. Making speeches was the easy part. Turning the enthusiasm of politicians and diplomats into real action was a much taller order. Most of the people here couldn’t be counted on to follow through on any of the wine-inspired promises they’d made. Some of them were powerless; others were simply full of shit.

An embassy official from the Netherlands introduced himself to Gideon, who remembered that the man had been his country’s foreign minister before being sidelined to an embassy post because of an ongoing relationship with a call girl. “You are a visionary,” the embassy official said, his small hand clamping around Gideon’s bicep.

Gideon did his best to smile. “I appreciate the compliment, but I just did what the president sent me to do.”

“Your modesty is attractive, of course,” the man said, “but you do yourself an injustice when—”

“Mr. Davis? I’m sorry to interrupt . . .”

Gideon turned toward the speaker. Unlike the people around him— all of them wearing tuxedos or evening gowns—the man who was addressing him wore a crisp military uniform. Dress blues with a white web belt. His hair was trimmed high and tight, with the sidewalls rarely seen outside the United States Marine Corps.

“The president would like to see you.”

“Excuse me,” Gideon said to the embassy official, grateful for an excuse to end their conversation before it had a chance to start.

The embassy official glared at the marine, clearly unaccustomed to being interrupted by some lowly soldier, as he parted the crowd for Gideon.

The marine led Gideon to a door. Posted on either side was a pair of Secret Service agents. One of them opened the door for Gideon, who entered a large conference room, where President Diggs was talking quietly to a plain but pleasant-faced man in his sixties with the jowly, careworn expression of a hound dog. It was Earl Parker, Gideon’s friend and mentor, and as close to a father as anyone in his life.

“Uncle Earl . . .”

“You were good in there,” Parker said. “Truly inspiring.”

“I didn’t know you were here.”

“I was standing in back,” Parker said, smiling. “I’m proud of you, son.”

Gideon returned Parker’s smile, surprised at how eager he still was for the older man’s approval.

He had known Earl Parker most of his life. Parker was not actually his uncle, but he had been a friend of his father’s, and after Gideon’s parents died twenty years ago, Earl Parker had stepped in, becoming almost a father figure to him—and to his older brother, Tillman. After their parents’ deaths they had gone to live with a foster family. But Parker had come to visit them every weekend or two, playing football in the yard with them, checking on their progress in school, and generally acting as though they were related by blood. They had wondered enough about his constant attention to eventually ask him why he spent so much time with them. He explained simply that he had served in the Marines with their father and owed him a debt so great that caring for his sons would not even begin to repay it.

Beyond the fact that he’d never married, the boys knew precious little about Uncle Earl’s personal life. Which didn’t stop Gideon from trying to assemble some rough biography based on his observation of certain details. Like Parker’s teeth. They weren’t good, indicating an upbringing in the sort of family where dentistry was considered a great extravagance. When he spoke, his accent had the marble-swallowing quality found only in the highest, most desperate hills of east Tennessee.

But the public record had also yielded some choice facts, which is how Gideon first learned that beneath that modest exterior was an extraordinary man. Parker had been the first and only Rhodes scholar to come from East Tennessee State University. After his stint at Oxford, he enlisted in the army and served for eight years in the Marine Corps, before going on to hold a string of increasingly powerful jobs in various departments and agencies of the United States government whose functions were rarely clear to the average American. His current job was deputy national security advisor, and his was generally considered to be one of the most important voices on foreign policy in the White House. Some said even more important than that of the secretary of state.

It was Uncle Earl who’d brought Gideon into the State Department, convincing him to leave his position at the United Nations. But after the Twin Towers fell, the apprentice found himself challenging his mentor. Gideon started supporting the position that the United States needed to engage more fully with the Islamic world, using the tools of soft power, like diplomacy and economic aid, while Parker argued that overwhelming military force was the only thing our enemies understood. Gideon and Parker had always engaged in good-natured debates over their political differences. There had been a time when the vigor of those debates had been part of the bond that connected them. But in recent years, their policy differences had begun to strain their personal relationship— especially as Gideon’s influence with the president grew. Both men were pained by the widening rift between them, but neither knew quite what to do about it.

Gideon looked from Uncle Earl back to the president, who was now speaking. “How familiar are you with the Sultanate of Mohan?”

“Just what I’ve read in the State Department briefs.” Gideon proceeded to tell them everything he knew about the small island nation—that it was equidistant between Malaysia and the Philippines, with a population of somewhere between five and six million people, 90 percent of them Malay-speaking Muslims, 5 percent ethnic Chinese and Indians, and a smattering of off-the-census tribes living in the uplands. Gideon also knew that Mohan was more or less the personal possession of the Sultan, who had ruthlessly put down an Islamist insurgency a few years earlier. With some back-channel military assistance from the United States, the Sultan’s armed forces had managed to contain the jihadis to a few remote provinces.

The president nodded tightly. “Except it turns out the jihadis were down but not out. Once they realized how much oil was buried beneath those coastal waters, they started recruiting and rearming. And while you were in Colombia, they came out of hiding. They’re moving against several of the inland provinces, and our friend the Sultan is in some serious trouble.”

None of this had even been on Gideon’s radar when he headed down to South America.

“I need you and Earl to get over there.”


“Right away.”

Gideon ran his hands across his tuxedo. “In this monkey suit? I don’t even have a toothbrush.”

The president’s eyes glittered with amusement. “I hear they have toothbrushes in Mohan.”

“With respect, sir, I just got back a few hours ago. I haven’t even been briefed on Mohan, I don’t know the conflict points or the key players on either side—”

Uncle Earl interrupted, “This isn’t about negotiating a truce.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“Your brother,” he said.

Although Uncle Earl’s face rarely betrayed emotion of any kind, it was as troubled as Gideon had ever seen him. “Tillman needs our help.”

“Our help with what?”

Parker wrestled with the question before he finally answered. “We’ve got forty-eight hours to save his life.” He glanced down at his watch. “I take that back. Make it forty-seven.”

© 2011 Teakwood Lane Productions, Inc.

Meet the Author

Howard Gordon is an Emmy and Golden Globe Award-winning writer and producer who has worked in Hollywood for more than twenty years. He co-created the hit Showtime series Homeland, and is the showrunner of the NBC series Awake. He also served as executive producer of the hit television show 24 for its full eight-season run, and prior to working on 24, Gordon was a writer and executive producer for The X-Files. He lives with his family in Pacific Palisades, California.

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slitranger More than 1 year ago
I was able to procure an advanced copy of this book - which was titled "The Obelisk". Named for the structure that becomes the center point of the story, much like the HQ for CTU was the central nexus for some many catastrophes for "Jack Bauer". The most troubling thing for me was that no matter how distant I tried to put the tv show 24 out of my head - or how badly I tried to forget Kiefer Sutherland as a main character. It didn't help. The way that the characters, story, and plot are written...all the key elements that created "drinking games" for Fox's 24 are all there. The repetitive nature of the double crosses, the drop in a climatic scene, the characters' shock at incredulous news regarding a triple cross from a person so well trusted. The thing that was probably the most annoying to this reader was how "politically" geared the story was to comparing the 9/11 Twin Towers being destroyed to a political agenda that has laid so much speculation as to whether or not islamic jihadist really flew the planes into the towers and killed Americans. I remember watching one the 24 Behind-the-Scenes Specials where they talked to Howard Gordan and Brian Grazer where they talked about how one of them was "liberal" and the other was "conservative". The one thing that still remains without getting to nit-picky about minor details is that the story still reads too much like a script out of the series, with Jack Bauer now being a pacifist who hates guns; and makes peace with people like Nicaraguan Noriega, Venezuelan Chavez, and countless scumbags like North Korea's Kim Family to the chowder-heads killing everyone in Myanmar and Burma. Gideon Davis is the author's "new sheriff in town", but the protagonist of the story reads like Jack Bauer in Neville Chamberlain's skin. It's not until the very ending climax of the story where the "I won't pick up a gun, I don't like guns, but I have the zen like wisdom to hit a target out at 30 yards with a fully automatic weapon" comes into play. The story does not appear to be lengthy in terms of technical content or very much "body". The characters are shallow to say the least. Gideon's brother who is supposed to be the pseudo-essential antagonist doesn't show up until the very end. As a reader who loves this genre of books, I don't buy it! I was disappointed that one of my favorite authors, Brad Thor actually gave this book high praise. Quite honestly, I believe Brad's advanced reader is the identical twin to the one I read. If you need a fast read, and don't care too much about "enjoying" the book...you may want to take a chance at this one. But the hype that this book is receiving had better be well paid for the actual final product. Because this was no Brad Thor, David Michaels, David Baldacci, Dale Brown, Tom Clancy, or Sandra Brown (she's not even a favorite of mine) novel. I realize that comparing a "new-fledgling" writer to some of the more seasoned veterans out there is a bit unfair. But to have these same professionals dropping bits of praise for under-done, predictable, and lavishly garnished tripe - that's unacceptable in my book. Would this be adult reading? No, I would stack this short story against what Andy McNab and Robert Rigby have done for teens. This is a review off of an advanced copy that obviously had not gone through a final edit, so I don't know how very
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AuthorAshleyDawn More than 1 year ago
There is a rogue agent in Mohan the President wants brought in and Gideon Davis is the only man who can accomplish that feat. Gideon is a negotiator, known for his amazing skills and honesty. The rogue agent is none other than his brother, Tillman. The men were brought up the same way and given the same skill set, but chose vastly different ways to utilize them. Where Gideon is a negotiator, Tillman is army, special ops. Gideon has only forty-eight hours to bring his brother in before chaos erupts. Upon his arrival in Mohan, instead of being met by his brother-who was to turn himself in-Gideon is met with resistance and major hostility. Not only that, but there is a typhoon headed toward the Obelisk, an oil rig off Mohan's coast. The typhoon isn't the only threat to the Obelisk, terrorists have taken it over and now Gideon has a rescue and recover mission to accomplish! Gideon has to team up with Kate, manager of the Obelisk, if he ever hopes to rescue the hostages and bring his brother in. He has always lived by a strict code of no killing, but he may have to rethink that with this mission. You will be glued to the pages of this book from start to finish! Fast-paced and exciting! Reviewed by Ashley Wintters for Suspense Magazine
KathyTX More than 1 year ago
I loved the book. It was exciting, an easy read (which is good), and there is a twist that I didn't expect. "Terrorist" thrillers are my favorite books to read so I read many of them. Some of my favorite authors have gotten a bit preachy and critical about terrorists and the American gov't interference in the military's ability to stop terrorism. This author manages to avoid those pitfalls and to provide a fun and exciting story. I think there was plenty of character development and the story line made sense and was applicable to present day issues in the world.
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proballman More than 1 year ago
I was hoping for better, but was disappointed. The story is good, but the editing was terrible. Mr.Gordon's proofreaders did not do their job, and that's a shame. Hopefully his next book will be better.
harstan More than 1 year ago
U.S. President Diggs sends his best peacemaker special envoy Gideon Davis to the Pacific island the Sultanate of Mohan. An Islamist insurgency led by terrorist Abu Nasir threatens to overthrow the American-friendly government. Diggs also sends advisor Earl Parker, Uncle Earl to Gideon and his older brother Tillman, as he raised them after their parents died two decades ago. Though he has not had a breather after working a cease fire in the jungles of Columbia for the last three months and just came out of a Columbian hut a few hours ago to attend a DC award ceremony, Davis knows he has to leave immediately as his sibling Tillman has twenty-three hours left. Earl and Gideon travel to Mohan where they are to pick up rogue CIA Agent Tillman to bring him back to the States. Instead nothing goes right and Parker is abducted while Gideon struggles to survive amidst the civil war tearing apart the island country. Besides rescuing Uncle Earl, Gideon must liberate the Obelisk deep sea oil rig that terrorists led by Tillman seized. Oil rig manager Kate Murphy is Gideon's only ally. Faster than the speed of light, the executive producer of 24 Howard Gordon brings that concept to the written thriller genre. Ignoring plausibility with the story line over the top of the Himalayas, fans of the TV show will enjoy the Houdini escape artistry of the hero while the clock ticks down with a lot more at stake than his Uncle and a key oil rig as a world conspiracy is about to ignite. Inane, but fun, Gideon's War is to take back the Obelisk from his brother while readers anticipate a Cain and Abel confrontation; lurking in the background is the global crisis. Harriet Klausner