Gravityby Tess Gerritsen, William Dufris
She's a New York Times bestseller and she's a must-read even for Stephen King. She's Tess Gerritsen, with phenomenal titles like Harvest and Bloodstream to her credit and the brand-new, eagerly-awaited Gravity set to hit the shelves. Gerritsen brings the suspense to new heights as Dr. Emma Watson, a crew member on the International Space Station, does battle to contain a mysterious and deadly contagion -- before it claims the crew and moves on to the surface of Earth! The film rights are sold, the press is abuzz, and -- most important -- the readers are waiting for this thrilling new sure-to-be smash.
-- Stephen King
"Pulls readers in with fearful force."
-- USA Today
"...combines the tension of ER and Apollo 13."
-- New York Post
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The Galápagos Rift
.30 Degrees South, 90.30 Degrees West
He was gliding on the edge of the abyss.
Below him yawned the watery blackness of a frigid underworld, where the sun had never penetrated, where the only light was the fleeting spark of a bioluminescent creature. Lying prone in the form-fitting body pan of Deep Flight IV, his head cradled in the clear acrylic nose cone, Dr. Stephen D. Ahearn had the exhilarating sensation of soaring, untethered, through the vastness of space. In the beams of his wing lights he saw the gentle and continuous drizzle of organic debris falling from the light-drenched waters far above. They were the corpses of protozoans, drifting down through thousands of feet of water to their final graveyard on the ocean floor.
Gliding through that soft rain of debris, he guided Deep Flight along the underwater canyon's rim, keeping the abyss to his port side, the plateau floor beneath him. Though the sediment was seemingly barren, the evidence of life was everywhere. Etched in the ocean floor were the tracks and plow marks of wandering creatures, now safely concealed in their cloak of sediment. He saw evidence of man as well: a rusted length of chain, sinuously draped around a fallen anchor; a soda pop bottle, half-submerged in ooze. Ghostly remnants from the alien world above.
A startling sight suddenly loomed into view. It was like coming across an underwater grove of charred tree trunks. The objects were black-smoker chimneys, twenty-foot tubes formed by dissolved minerals swirling out of cracks in the earth's crust. With the joysticks, he maneuvered Deep Flight gently starboard, to avoidteart slamming in panic against the body pan. The hull. Have I damaged the hull? Through the harsh sound of his own breathing, he listened for the groan of steel giving way, for the fatal blast of water. He was thirty-six hundred feet beneath the surface, and over one hundred atmospheres of pressure were squeezing in on all sides like a fist. A breach in the hull, a burst of water, and he would be crushed.
"Steve, talk to me!"
Cold sweat soaked his body. He finally managed to speak. "I got startled -- collided with the canyon wall -- "
"Is there any damage?"
He looked out the dome. "I can't tell. I think I bumped against the cliff with the forward sonar unit."
"Can you still maneuver?"
He tried the joysticks, nudging the craft to port. "Yes. Yes." He released a deep breath. "I think I'm okay. Something swam right past my dome. Got me rattled."
"It went by so fast! Just this streak -- like a snake whipping by."
"Did it look like a fish's head on an eel's body?"
"Yes. Yes, that's what I saw."
"Then it was an eelpout. Thermarces cerberus."
Cerberus, thought Ahearn with a shudder. The three-headed dog guarding the gates of hell.
"It's attracted to the heat and sulfur," said Helen. "You'll see more of them as you get closer to the vent."
If you say so. Ahearn knew next to nothing about marine biology. The creatures now drifting past his acrylic head dome were merely objects of curiosity to him, living signposts pointing the way to his goal. With both hands steady at the controls now, he maneuvered Deep Flight IV deeper into the abyss.
Two thousand meters. Three thousand.
What if he had damaged the hull?
Four thousand meters, the cr ushing pressure of water increasing linearly as he descended. The water was blacker now, colored by plumes of sulfur from the vent below. The wing lights scarcely penetrated that thick mineral suspension. Blinded by the swirls of sediment, he maneuvered out of the sulfur-tinged water, and his visibility improved. He was descending to one side of the hydrothermal vent, out of the plume of magma-heated water, yet the external temperature continued to climb.
One hundred twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Another streak of movement slashed across his field of vision. This time he managed to maintain his grip on the controls. He saw more eelpouts, like fat snakes hanging head down as though suspended in space. The water spewing from the vent below was rich in heated hydrogen sulfide, a chemical that was toxic and incompatible with life. But even in these black and poisonous waters, life had managed to bloom, in shapes fantastic and beautiful. Attached to the canyon wall were swaying Riftia worms, six feet long, topped with feathery scarlet headdresses. He saw clusters of giant clams, white-shelled, with tongues of velvety red peeking out. And he saw crabs, eerily pale and ghostlike as they scuttled among the crevices.
Even with the air-conditioning unit running, he was starting to feel the heat.
Six thousand meters. Water temperature one hundred eighty degrees. In the plume itself, heated by boiling magma, the temperatures would be over five hundred degrees. That life could exist even here, in utter darkness, in these poisonous and superheated waters, seemed miraculous.
"I'm at six thousand sixty," he said. "I don't see it."
In his earphone, Helen's voice was faint and crackling. "There's a sh elf jutting out from the wall. You should see it at around six thousand eighty meters."
"Slow your descent. It'll come up quickly."
"Six thousand seventy, still looking. It's like pea soup down here. Maybe I'm at the wrong position."
"...sonar readings...collapsing above you!" Her frantic message was lost in static.
"I didn't copy that. Repeat."
"The canyon wall is giving way! There's debris falling toward you. Get out of there!"
The loud pings of rocks hitting the hull made him jam the joysticks forward in panic. A massive shadow plummeted down through the murk just ahead and bounced off a canyon shelf, sending a fresh rain of debris into the abyss. The pings accelerated. Then there was a deafening clang, and the accompanying jolt was like a fist slamming into him.
His head jerked, his jaw slamming into the body pan. He felt himself tilting sideways, heard the sickening groan of metal as the starboard wing scraped over jutting rocks. The sub kept rolling, sediment swirling past the dome in a disorienting cloud.
He hit the emergency-weight-drop lever and fumbled with the joysticks, directing the sub to ascend. Deep Flight IV lurched forward, metal screeching against rock, and came to an unexpected halt. He was frozen in place, the sub tilted starboard. Frantically he worked at the joysticks, thrusters at full ahead.
He paused, his heart pounding as he struggled to maintain control over his rising panic. Why wasn't he moving? Why was the sub not responding? He forced himself to scan the two digital display units. Battery power intact. AC unit still functioning. Depth gauge reading, six thousand eighty-two meters.
The sediment sl owly cleared, and shapes took form in the beam of his port wing light. Peering straight ahead through the dome, he saw an alien landscape of jagged black stones and bloodred Riftia worms. He craned his neck sideways to look at his starboard wing. What he saw sent his stomach into a sickening tumble.
The wing was tightly wedged between two rocks. He could not move forward. Nor could he move backward. I am trapped in a tomb, nineteen thousand feet under the sea.
"...copy? Steve, do you copy?"
He heard his own voice, weak with fear: "Can't move -- starboard wing wedged -- "
"...port-side wing flaps. A little yaw might wiggle you loose."
"I've tried it. I've tried everything. I'm not moving."
There was dead silence over the earphones. Had he lost them? Had he been cut off? He thought of the ship far above, the deck gently rolling on the swells. He thought of sunshine. It had been a beautiful sunny day on the surface, birds gliding overhead. The sea a bottomless blue...
Now a man's voice came on. It was that of Palmer Gabriel, the man who had financed the expedition, speaking calmly and in control, as always. "We're starting rescue procedures, Steve. The other sub is already being lowered. We'll get you up to the surface as soon as we can." There was a pause, then: "Can you see anything? What are your surroundings?"
"I -- I'm resting on a shelf just above the vent."
"How much detail can you make out?"
"You're at six thousand eighty-two meters. Right at the depth we were interested in. What about that shelf you're on? The rocks?"
I am going to die, and he is asking about the fucking rocks.
"Steve, use the strobe. Tell us what you see."
He forced his gaze to the instrument panel and flicked the strobe switch.
Bright bursts of light flashed in the murk. He stared at the newly revealed landscape flickering before his retinas. Earlier he had focused on the worms. Now his attention shifted to the immense field of debris scattered across the shelf floor. The rocks were coal black, like magnesium nodules, but these had jagged edges, like congealed shards of glass. Peering to his right, at the freshly fractured rocks trapping his wing, he suddenly realized what he was looking at.
"Helen's right," he whispered.
"I didn't copy that."
"She was right! The iridium source -- I have it in clear view -- "
"You're fading out. Recommend you..." Gabriel's voice broke up into static and went dead.
"I did not copy. Repeat, I did not copy!" said Ahearn.
There was no answer.
He heard the pounding of his heart, the roar of his own breathing. Slow down, slow down. Using up my oxygen too fast...
Beyond the acrylic dome, life drifted past in a delicate dance through poisonous water. As the minutes stretched to hours, he watched the Riftia worms sway, scarlet plumes combing for nutrients. He saw an eyeless crab slowly scuttle across the field of stones.
The lights dimmed. The air-conditioning fans abruptly fell silent.
The battery was dying.
He turned off the strobe light. Only the faint beam of the port wing light was shining now. In a few minutes he would begin to feel the heat of that one-hundred-eighty-degree magma-charged water. It would radiate through the hull, would slowly cook him alive in his own sweat. Already he felt a drop trickle from his scalp and slide down his cheek. He kept his gaze focused on that single crab, deli cately prancing its way across the stony shelf.
The wing light flickered.
And went out.
Copyright © 1999 by Tess Gerritsen
Meet the Author
Tess Gerritsen left a successful practice as an internist to raise her children and concentrate on her writing. She gained nationwide acclaim for her first novel of medical suspense, the New York Times bestseller Harvest; she followed her debut with the bestsellers Life Support and Gravity (both available from Pocket Books.) Her other novels includes Body Double, The Sinner, The Apprentice, and The Surgeon. Tess Gerritsen lives in Maine.
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A little slow in the beginning but definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat for the rest of the book.
I think this book would make a great SyFy movie but it wasn't my cup of tea. I enjoy most of her books but this one was out of character. I probably should have researched it a bit more before I bought it because it sure wasn't something that I would have bought.
Tess Gerritsen has done it AGAIN! This story is absolutely amazing. It grabs you by your shirt and drags you into it and never lets go till the end. Can't say it enough that this is another mind-blowing read by the great Tess Gerritsen.
Enjoyed the space jargon, it gave the story authenticity.
WOW! This is full of thrilling excitement that you cannot put down. It is kind of like a combination of “Alien” and “Apollo 13”, with astronauts and space as well as genetics gone badly. It is not for the weak stomach though. I love the detail in which Tess Garrison delves. She is Fantastic at this genre. I love her stuff.
This is one of the best books that i have ever read. I highly recommend it. You will love it. It has everything that a good book needs and more. It will stand out in your mind.
Genuinely sad to be done reading this. Such a great story. Very fast and keeps you on the edge of your seat. Different than anything else I’ve read from this author but not in a bad way. Awesome!
If you are a syfy-realistic fan then this book is perfect for you. This book incorporates the realism of a real life Bioweapon that has the possibility of extinguishing every living soul on earth. The syfy influence in this book incorporates advanced medical bays in space ships and how the Biohazard adapts to human capabilities. The description that Tess Gerritsen uses throughout the book is very visual and takes your breath away. An example is when she describes the Biohazard as an indestructible organism that changes gives you an image in your head of something unimaginable. I found in the beginning of the book to be a slow read because the beginning to me made no sense to me about how it leads to the Biohazard. However, after the first few chapters, the tension begins to rise like brownies in an oven. The plot builds, builds, and builds till it can go no higher. Then, all settles. You then learn if mankind is doomed and everything on earth will evaporate like water on a very hot day, or if one woman will save all mankind and find where this biohazard originated. You will have to read the book to find out.
I liked the other books I read by Tess Gerritsen. Could not finish this one. I spent way too much time checking the glossary at the back of the book. Finally gave up! I'll wait for the movie.
One of her best!
I really enjoyed Gravity. Ms. Gerritsen leaves room for the reader to use their imagination to visual the graphics in their mind. A very fast paced and enjoyable read.
Usually don't read books about space, but because this was written by Tess, I gave it a try. I can say, I was not disappointed!! I could not put it down, as usual for her books!! I can see this one being made into a movie!! I would most definately watch it.
I've enjoyed some of her other books, but couldn't make it thru this one. It was so formulaic. OMG! Mutated slime on the space station! OMG! A mouse infected a doctor! OMG, he died from the slime! OMG! The space capsule crashed, but everyone was slimed! OMG! A body exploded during an autopsy! Gee.. whatever will happen next?? These fevered plot points were hung on the random two-dimensional character dreamed up at that point just to have a human die. Really disappointed in this one.
Before Tess Gerritsen, I didnt think you could describe deaths with such... detail. One morning I woke to see my eyes blood red but it turns out I was just tired and Immagined it. Thats is what I want out of a good book, a good scare. This is one of the best books Ive ever read and it just got better when it was in outer space too! Tess thank you for writing this book, its definitely going on my top 10 (and Ive read ALOT of books)