The Hammer of Eden

The Hammer of Eden

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by Ken Follett

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The FBI doesn’t believe it. The Governor wants the problem to disappear. But agent Judy Maddox knows the threat is real: An extreme group of eco-terrorists has the means and the know-how to set off a massive earthquake of epic proportions. For California, time is running out.
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The FBI doesn’t believe it. The Governor wants the problem to disappear. But agent Judy Maddox knows the threat is real: An extreme group of eco-terrorists has the means and the know-how to set off a massive earthquake of epic proportions. For California, time is running out.
Now Maddox is scrambling to hunt down a petty criminal turned cult leader turned homicidal mastermind. Because she knows that the dying has already begun. And things will only get worse when the earth violently shifts, bolts, and shakes down to its very core.
Praise for The Hammer of Eden
“Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense.”USA Today
“Peerless pacing and character development . . . The Hammer of Eden will nail readers to their seats.”People (A Page-Turner of the Week)
“The thrills hit unnervingly close to home in Follett’s latest white-knuckler.”San Francisco Chronicle
“Riveting . . . taut plotting, tense action, skillful writing, and myriad unexpected twists make this one utterly unputdownable.”Booklist (starred review)

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From the Publisher
“Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense.”USA Today
“Peerless pacing and character development . . . The Hammer of Eden will nail readers to their seats.”People (A Page-Turner of the Week)
“The thrills hit unnervingly close to home in Follett’s latest white-knuckler.”San Francisco Chronicle
“Riveting . . . taut plotting, tense action, skillful writing, and myriad unexpected twists make this one utterly unputdownable.”Booklist (starred review)
The Barnes & Noble Review
An Earth-Shattering Read

Years ago, Ken Follett established himself as one of the leading writers of espionage fiction with his now-classic The Eye of the Needle. What seemed most refreshing about that book — besides the intricate plot and the edge-of-your-seat suspense — was that the villain was in many ways as fascinating as the heroine. Many Follett novels have come out in the intervening years — some terrific, others good but not great — but I'm happy to report that he has written what may be his best novel since The Eye of the Needle. In addition to the smooth, lyrical prose (a rarity in thriller fiction), the villain of The Hammer of Eden, a man known as Priest, is one of the most fully realized bad guys in thriller fiction history.

Out in the middle of Texas, Priest, who is calling himself Ricky, hitches a ride with a young Mexican-American truck driver named Mario. Mario pines for his beautiful wife and two children back in El Paso, so he works night and day in order to realize his dream for his family's happy future.

Priest has other dreams for Mario's future.

A truck Mario is slated to drive out of Shiloh, Texas, carries a seismic vibrator — a machine that can practically shake oil out of the earth. Priest is leader of a commune in California that has a different use for the vibrator. He will stop at nothing to steal Mario's truck and deliver the prize to his own version of an extended family. After all, when your family's threatened, you have to protect it, right — even if it means murder?

Priest's commune looks like a peaceable kingdom — from the outside. Since the late 1960s, they've been producing wine, eating vegetarian, and living the hippie ideal. But when the government threatened to take away their land in order to develop a power plant, it's a call to action, for many in the group have put nearly 30 years of their lives into their beloved acreage. So, they do what any disgruntled organization might do: threaten their governor. One amongst the commune is a former seismologist who knows that it's possible to cause a major earthquake if the conditions are right. She's already sent an anonymous note on the Internet that the "Hammer of Eden" (as they now call themselves since adopting terrorism as a method of getting what they want) will cause a major quake in California if nuclear power plants are not shut down across the state.

And Priest is getting closer to obtaining the "hammer" that may just explode the San Andreas Fault into an unprecedented geological disaster.

Enter Judy Maddox, an Asian-American FBI agent. She's just brought down the hammer of justice on several Asian hoods that other FBI agents hadn't been able to manage for years. Certain to be up for a top promotion, Judy gets passed over by a man. To add insult to injury, her boss puts Judy on some dumb case concerning a loony-tunes Internet threat about some group causing an earthquake. But as Judy gets more involved in the case and learns that the threat is very real, The Hammer of Eden kicks into high gear. What happens when Judy closes in on the man who wishes to turn Nevada into prime beachfront property is a cat-and-mouse game of epic proportions.

The Hammer of Eden is not to be missed; Follet's writing and the twists in his tale have never been better! Highly recommended.
Douglas Clegg
Douglas Clegg, is the author of numerous horror and suspense novels, including The Halloween Man and Bad Karma, written under his pseudonym, Andrew Harper. His recent Bram Stoker-nominated short story "I Am Infinite, I Contain Multitudes" can be found in the anthology The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror: Volume 11.

J.D. Reed
Peerless pacing and character development. . .Hammer will nail readers to their seats.
People Magazine
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
After 20 years of writing bestselling novels, Follett is enough of a pro to produce a reliable page-turner from a flimsy premise -- as he does here. His working out of how a rural, socially radical California commune moves not heaven but earth to stave off the loss of their land to a government dam and the ensuing flood is smartly paced if nearly devoid of inspiration. What distinguishes it is not the communards' weapon, a stolen seismic vibrator generally used by oil companies to sound for liquid gold but also handy for starting earthquakes. Nor is it the mechanical progression of the plot, as the radicals, calling themselves the Hammer of Eden, escalate threats and consequent quakes in order to blackmail the state into halting the dam until the finale finds them about to devastate San Francisco. Nor is it the by-the-book chase of the terrorists by a headstrong female FBI agent who might have walked onstage from any of a dozen other thrillers.

What does -- other than its efficient telling -- raise the novel above mundanity is the depth of characterization of its villains, a Follett forte since his splendid debut in Eye of the Needle. Follett devotes many pages to backstory, creating in Priest, once a smalltime hood and now the commune's leader, in Star, his hippie earth-woman, and in Melanie, a bitter young beauty who throws in with the commune, fully realized outcasts, crazed and desperate idealists whose actions are as believable as they are heinous. All else in the novel, including the perfunctory prose, serve only to push the story quickly through its paces, but Follett's troupe of lost souls makes it dance to a memorable, mournful tune.

Library Journal
Richard Granger, a charismatic fugitive known as Priest, controls a long-established winemaking commune in northern California that loses its government lease because of a dam project. Ignoring other alternatives, his group becomes "The Hammer of Eden" and threatens to cause an earthquake unless the governor halts construction. When the threats are ignored, Priest uses a seismic vibrator to ever-increasing effect. San Francisco-based FBI agent Judy Maddox teams up with a seismic expert who is estranged from one of the terrorists and attracted to Judy; together, they guide the FBI in a frantic effort to prevent an earthquake on the Embarcadero. The promising concept and characterizations are weakened by too many coincidences and the sympathetic portrayal of Priest, an antihero of the first rank. Though Follett's latest thriller is not at the level of his earlier titles (e.g., The Third Twin, LJ 9/15/96), his fans and the planned media blitz will create demand.--V. Louise Saylor, Eastern Washington Univ. Lib., Cheney
USA Today
Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense.
Kirkus Reviews
A man-made earthquake is at the epicenter of a dull thud of a thriller.

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A man called Priest pulled his cowboy hat down at the front and peered across the flat, dusty desert of South Texas.

The low dull green bushes of thorny mesquite and sagebrush stretched in every direction as far as he could see. In front of him, a ridged and rutted track ten feet wide had been driven through the vegetation. These tracks were called senderos by the Hispanic bulldozer drivers who cut them in brutally straight lines. On one side, at precise fifty-yard intervals, bright pink plastic marker flags fluttered on short wire poles. A truck moved slowly along the sendero.

Priest had to steal the truck.

He had stolen his first vehicle at the age of eleven, a brand-new snow white 1961 Lincoln Continental parked, with the keys in the dash, outside the Roxy Theatre on South Broadway in Los Angeles. Priest, who was called Ricky in those days, could hardly see over the steering wheel. He had been so scared he almost wet himself, but he drove it ten blocks and handed the keys proudly to Jimmy "Pigface" Riley, who gave him five bucks, then took his girl for a drive and crashed the car on the Pacific Coast Highway. That was how Ricky became a member of the Pigface Gang.

But this truck was not just a vehicle.

As he watched, the powerful machinery behind the driver's cabin slowly lowered a massive steel plate, six feet square, to the ground. There was a pause, then he heard a low-pitched rumble. A cloud of dust rose around the truck as the plate began to pound the earth rhythmically. He felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

This was a seismic vibrator, a machine for sending shock waves through the earth's crust. Priest had never had much education, except in stealing cars, but he was the smartest person he had ever met, and he understood how the vibrator worked. It was similar to radar and sonar. The shock waves were reflected off features in the earth--such as rock or liquid--and they bounced back to the surface, where they were picked up by listening devices called geophones, or jugs.

Priest worked on the jug team. They had planted more than a thousand geophones at precisely measured intervals in a grid a mile square. Every time the vibrator shook, the reflections were picked up by the jugs and recorded by a supervisor working in a trailer known as the doghouse. All this data would later be fed into a supercomputer in Houston to produce a three-dimensional map of what was under the earth's surface. The map would be sold to an oil company.

The vibrations rose in pitch, making a noise like the mighty engines of an ocean liner gathering speed; then the sound stopped abruptly. Priest ran along the sendero to the truck, screwing up his eyes against the billowing dust. He opened the door and clambered up into the cabin. A stocky black-haired man of about thirty was at the wheel. "Hey, Mario," Priest said as he slid into the seat alongside the driver.

"Hey, Ricky."

Richard Granger was the name on Priest's commercial driving license (class B). The license was forged, but the name was real.

He was carrying a carton of Marlboro cigarettes, the brand Mario smoked. He tossed the carton onto the dash. "Here, I brought you something."

"Hey, man, you don't need to buy me no cigarettes."

"I'm always bummin' your smokes." He picked up the open pack on the dash, shook one out, and put it in his mouth.

Mario smiled. "Why don't you just buy your own cigarettes?"

"Hell, no, I can't afford to smoke."

"You're crazy, man." Mario laughed.

Priest lit his cigarette. He had always had an easy ability to get on with people, make them like him. On the streets where he grew up, people beat you up if they didn't like you, and he had been a runty kid. So he had developed an intuitive feel for what people wanted from him--deference, affection, humor, whatever--and the habit of giving it to them quickly. In the oilfield, what held the men together was humor: usually mocking, sometimes clever, often obscene.

Although he had been here only two weeks, Priest had won the trust of his co-workers. But he had not figured out how to steal the seismic vibrator. And he had to do it in the next few hours, for tomorrow the truck was scheduled to be driven to a new site, seven hundred miles away, near Clovis, New Mexico.

His vague plan was to hitch a ride with Mario. The trip would take two or three days--the truck, which weighed forty thousand pounds, had a highway speed of around forty miles per hour. At some point he would get Mario drunk or something, then make off with the truck. He had been hoping a better plan would come to him, but inspiration had failed so far.

"My car's dying," he said. "You want to give me a ride as far as San Antonio tomorrow?"

Mario was surprised. "You ain't coming all the way to Clovis?"

"Nope." He waved a hand at the bleak desert landscape. "Just look around," he said. "Texas is so beautiful, man, I never want to leave."

Mario shrugged. There was nothing unusual about a restless transient in this line of work. "Sure, I'll give you a ride." It was against company rules to take passengers, but the drivers did it all the time. "Meet me at the dump."

Priest nodded. The garbage dump was a desolate hollow, full of rusting pickups and smashed TV sets and verminous mattresses, on the outskirts of Shiloh, the nearest town. No one would be there to see Mario pick him up, unless it was a couple of kids shooting snakes with a .22 rifle. "What time?"

"Let's say six."

"I'll bring coffee."

Priest needed this truck. He felt his life depended on it. His palms itched to grab Mario right now and throw him out and just drive away. But that was no good. For one thing, Mario was almost twenty years younger than Priest and might not let himself be thrown out so easily. For another, the theft had to go undiscovered for a few days. Priest needed to drive the truck to California and hide it before the nation's cops were alerted to watch out for a stolen seismic vibrator.

There was a beep from the radio, indicating that the supervisor in the doghouse had checked the data from the last vibration and found no problems. Mario raised the plate, put the truck in gear, and moved forward fifty yards, pulling up exactly alongside the next pink marker flag. Then he lowered the plate again and sent a ready signal. Priest watched closely, as he had done several times before, making sure he remembered the order in which Mario moved the levers and threw the switches. If he forgot something later, there would be no one he could ask.

They waited for the radio signal from the doghouse that would start the next vibration. This could be done by the driver in the truck, but generally supervisors preferred to retain command themselves and start the process by remote control. Priest finished his cigarette and threw the butt out the window. Mario nodded toward Priest's car, parked a quarter of a mile away on the two-lane blacktop. "That your woman?"

Priest looked. Star had got out of the dirty light blue Honda Civic and was leaning on the hood, fanning her face with her straw hat. "Yeah," he said.

"Lemme show you a picture." Mario pulled an old leather billfold out of the pocket of his jeans. He extracted a photograph and handed it to Priest. "This is Isabella," he said proudly.

Priest saw a pretty Mexican girl in her twenties wearing a yellow dress and a yellow Alice band in her hair. She held a baby on her hip, and a dark-haired boy was standing shyly by her side. "Your children?"

He nodded. "Ross and Betty."

Priest resisted the impulse to smile at the Anglo names. "Good-looking kids." He thought of his own children and almost told Mario about them; but he stopped himself just in time. "Where do they live?"

"El Paso."

The germ of an idea sprouted in Priest's mind. "You get to see them much?"

Mario shook his head. "I'm workin' and workin', man. Savin' my money to buy them a place. A nice house, with a big kitchen and a pool in the yard. They deserve that."

The idea blossomed. Priest suppressed his excitement and kept his voice casual, making idle conversation. "Yeah, a beautiful house for a beautiful family, right?"

"That's what I'm thinking."

The radio beeped again, and the truck began to shake. The noise was like rolling thunder, but more regular. It began on a profound bass note and slowly rose in pitch. After exactly fourteen seconds it stopped.

In the quiet that followed, Priest snapped his fingers. "Say, I got an idea...No, maybe not."


"I don't know if it would work."

"What, man, what?"

"I just thought, you know, your wife is so pretty and your kids are so cute, it's wrong you don't see them more often."

"That's your idea?"

"No. My idea is, I could drive the truck to New Mexico while you go visit them, that's all." It was important not to seem too keen, Priest told himself. "But I guess it wouldn't work out," he added in a who-gives-a-damn voice.

From the Hardcover edition.

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"Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense."
—USA Today

—People (A Page-turner of the Week)

—San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle

—Booklist (starred and boxed review)

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The Hammer of Eden 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 31 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a really great book. As all of Follet's are. As always, he develops the characters very well and gives all sides of the story. I did not find myself favoring the villain, namely 'Priest', in this book as with other Follet titles. The plot is a little extreme and hard to fathom, but still a relevant one in the modern society. Basically, a collective in California attempts to set earthquakes as a way to stop the government from destroying their land. This book was a page-turner to the end, and always another surprise. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Follet, but do not expect his absolute best. As far as novels go this one rates high, but not nearly as good as most of his other titles.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book was poorly written, characters were not developed and language was very shallow. Highly unrealistic in dialoge and plot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a formulaic read. It is also not Ken Follett's best output. However, it is entertaining and it is worth buying and reading. The Pillars of the Earth and The Eye of the Needle are fine novels, and Mr. Follett is a excellent writer and this book is worth your time. Wild but believable plot, interesting characters with some backstory but very little character growth outside of the love interest by the Federal agent.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The story attracts attention but everyone must feel that there are too many coincidences, too many attractive girls and boys, etc.. I rate is as author's second worst book after Place called freedom.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've enjoyed several of his books, but this one seems to be a 'formula effort'. It's light, entertaining reading, but doesn't really grab you. The basic storyline seems a little dated, and certainly a bit strained for credibility. Somewhere underneath, there probably could have been a fascinating character study on Priest, as he develops into an egocentric cult leader, but the depth just isn't there. Too many phases are glossed over, entrusting that the reader will just take it for granted. Too bad.
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Sean_From_OHIO More than 1 year ago
Ken Follett is an amazing author. This however is not what one expects to read when they read a Follett novel. Hammer Of Eden has a goofy plot, which isn't a huge negative. What's bad is the complete ineptitude of almost every character in the book. Chapter after chapter it seems like every situation could be solved......but stupidity trumps everything and the "drama" rolls on. Follett's normal clever dialogue and plotting are nowhere to be found. Seriously, the bad ideas by both pro- and antagonists are amazingly absurd. Overall, just not worth the time.
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CHUCK29 More than 1 year ago
It was hard to put down!! I am looking for more Follett that I haven't read.
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