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In Prime, world-renowned fitness expert and former Mr. Universe, Bob Paris, has a life-changing and lifesaving message for every man in the prime of his life. He shows what you need to do -- and how to maximize what you're already doing -- to refocus and rejuvenate physically and mentally. From weight training and nutritional programs to repairing damaged skin or treating hair loss, from plastic surgery to building self-confidence, Paris's step-by-step, day-by-day self-improvement regimens get results you can see...
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In Prime, world-renowned fitness expert and former Mr. Universe, Bob Paris, has a life-changing and lifesaving message for every man in the prime of his life. He shows what you need to do -- and how to maximize what you're already doing -- to refocus and rejuvenate physically and mentally. From weight training and nutritional programs to repairing damaged skin or treating hair loss, from plastic surgery to building self-confidence, Paris's step-by-step, day-by-day self-improvement regimens get results you can see and feel -- results you can enjoy for a long and healthy lifetime.
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Don't feel bad, guys -- not even the super-buff are immune to love handles. A case in point is Bob Paris, a former Mr. Universe turned writer/motivational speaker. Paris was rock-solid throughout his 20s, but when he retired from competitive bodybuilding at age 31, things began to change: "I was fortunate enough to have a great metabolism, so I didn't get visibly overweight, but my muscle mass dwindled under my shirt -- where I once had champion abdominals -- pockets of fat were slowly sneaking up on me."

Imagine the horror! And that was only the beginning. As he approached age 40, Paris's metabolism slowed down, his cholesterol started to rise, his joints ached, and his self-image took a nose dive. What's a former hard-body to do?

Transform himself in 12 weeks, of course. Prime tells you how he did it and how you can, too. Granted, you may be starting from a slightly different place than a former Mr. Universe, but Paris takes this into account in laying out his plan for men over 40 to get fit, look good, and feel great.

The book is broken down into five parts: Stop the Clock, Motivated Mind, Fit Body, Sound Nutrition, and Great Looks. You'll likely find some parts far more useful than others. Paris is at his best writing about and illustrating specific types of exercises (as in the Fit Body section), especially when he reveals why a calm presence and perfect technique are essential for achieving the desired results: He has no time for men with big egos who throw weights around in the gym or bounce the bench-press bar off their chests. The material on Great Looks is wisely presented last, since his talk of skin care products, plastic surgery, and hair loss seems uninspired and out of place by comparison.

Still, whether or not facials and fake tanning lotions are for you, Paris clearly knows what keeps him mentally and physically sharp post-40, and in Prime he shares his formula for success in a way that any man on the verge of a midlife crisis can follow. (P. L. Jennings)

Forbes
Rip-roaring, heart-pounding, page-turning, high-octane geopolitical adventure. Anyone out of shape should have oxygen nearby; the action never stops from the first sentence to the last. How's this for starters? The year is 2010. The U.S. secretary of state goes to visit an aging, yet still-potent, Yasser Arafat in the Gaza Strip in order to unveil a bold, out-of-the-box peace plan "that could offer unprecedented riches for every Muslim, Christian, and Jew in Israel and Palestine." His reward: Arafat's chief of security suicide-bombs the meeting, killing the secretary, Arafat and scores of others. The surviving American delegation finds itself under attack. This is no isolated assault. Soon all the Palestinian territories are engulfed in civil war; Israel is hit by waves of suicide attacks; and terrorists are about to launch numerous, murderous assaults on U.S. territory.
—Steve Forbes
Publishers Weekly
Rosenberg's sequel to the bestselling The Last Jihad (2002) is a near-clone of its predecessor: an action-packed Clancyesque political thriller with paper-thin characters. Presidential envoy Jon Bennett returns as the protagonist, along with his bodyguard and love interest, Erin McCoy, an "Uzi-toting, Arabic-speaking CIA supermodel." Their efforts to broker a Middle East peace, whose centerpiece is a fortuitously discovered deep oil reserve with the potential to make every Israeli and Palestinian wealthy, are literally blown to pieces when a suicide bomber claims the life of the U.S. secretary of state and Yasser Arafat himself. The surviving members of the American delegation, along with the Palestinian and Israeli entrepreneurs behind the oil-drilling venture, are scrambling frantically to escape from the Gaza Strip when civil war breaks out among the factions grappling to succeed Arafat as leader. Meanwhile, the sinister forces behind the attack seek to wreak further havoc by dispatching teams of terrorists to America while provoking the Israeli government to trigger a wider conflagration by invading the West Bank and Gaza. The author singularly fails to suspend readers' disbelief with his baffling decision to set the action in the year 2010 while simultaneously placing real-life events from 2003 such as the invasion of Iraq and the appointment of Abu Mazen (Mahmoud Abbas) as Palestinian prime minister seven years in the future. His efforts to make the book a relevant, "ripped-from-the-headlines" tale are already dated-the real Abu Mazen has resigned his post-and the fantasy solution to the intractable political conflict by a deus ex machina will strike many readers as silly. $350,000 ad/promo. (Oct. 21) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Forbes Magazine
Rip-roaring, heart-pounding, page-turning, high-octane geopolitical adventure. Anyone out of shape should have oxygen nearby; the action never stops from the first sentence to the last. How's this for starters? The year is 2010. The U.S. secretary of state goes to visit an aging, yet still-potent, Yasser Arafat in the Gaza Strip in order to unveil a bold, out-of-the-box peace plan "that could offer unprecedented riches for every Muslim, Christian, and Jew in Israel and Palestine." His reward: Arafat's chief of security suicide-bombs the meeting, killing the secretary, Arafat and scores of others. The surviving American delegation finds itself under attack. This is no isolated assault. Soon all the Palestinian territories are engulfed in civil war; Israel is hit by waves of suicide attacks; and terrorists are about to launch numerous, murderous assaults on U.S. territory. (8 Dec 2003)
—Steve Forbes
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"Rip-roaring, heart-pounding, page-turning, high-octane, geopolitical thriller."
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"Rip-roaring, heart-pounding, page-turning, high-octane, geopolitical thriller."—-Forbes on The Last Days

"Wow! Grabs you from the very first sentence and never lets go. A gutsy new breed of political thriller - almost prophetically forecasting what you'll read in tomorrow's headlines. Joel C. Rosenberg is a rising new star on the American fiction scene." —-Michael Reagan, New York Times bestselling author and nationally syndicated radio talk show host on The Last Days

"An action-packed, Clancyesque political thriller."—-Publishers Weekly on The Last Days

"Absolutely crackles with high energy and a chilling premise."—-Rush Limbaugh on The Last Jihad

"Buckle up! The Last Jihad is a high-speed, heart-pounding, edge-of-your-seat roller-coaster ride into the heart of darkness."—-Sean Hannity

New York Times bestselling author and nationally syndicated radio talk show host - Michael Reagan
"Wow! Grabs you from the very first sentence and never lets go. A gutsy new breed of political thriller - almost prophetically forecasting what you'll read in tomorrow's headlines. Joel C. Rosenberg is a rising new star on the American fiction scene."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781441826633
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 10/30/2009
  • Pages: 5
  • Sales rank: 1,418,126
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Joel C. Rosenberg is the New York Times best-selling author of The Last Jihad, The Last Days, The Ezekiel Option, The Copper Scroll, and Epicenter, with 1.5 million copies in print. A communications strategist based in Washington, D.C., he has worked with some of the world’s most influential and provocative leaders, including Steve Forbes, Rush Limbaugh, former Israeli deputy prime minister Natan Sharansky, and former Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu. Once a political columnist for World magazine, he now writes commentaries for National Review as well as a weekly e-mail update known as “Flash Traffic” for business and political leaders. A front-page Sunday New York Times profile called him a “force in the capital.” He has also been profiled by the Washington Times and the Jerusalem Post and has been interviewed on ABC’s Nightline, CNN Headline News, FOX News Channel, The History Channel, MSNBC, The Rush Limbaugh Show, and The Sean Hannity Show.
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THE LAST DAYS


By JOEL C. ROSENBERG

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2003 Joel C. Rosenberg
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-4143-1273-3


Chapter One

"YOU REALLY WANT ME to kill him?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, and neither said another word.

The flames crackled in the fireplace of the elegant penthouse apartment overlooking central Tehran. Light rain fell on the clay balcony tiles. Bitter December winds howled outside, rustling trees and rattling windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance. And the room and the sky grew dark.

Mohammed Jibril looked out over the teeming city of his youth, as the haunting call to prayer echoed across the rooftops. He knew he should not feel so tired, but he did. Tired of sleeping in different beds, different houses, different cities. Tired of constantly watching his back, and that of Yuri Gogolov, the man sitting in the shadows behind him, puffing casually on one of his beloved Cuban cigars. Jibril considered his options. There weren't many.

"You understand, of course," Jibril continued, "that you will be unleashing a war that could escalate beyond our control-beyond anyone's control."

A silent, unnerving pause.

"And you're ready for this war?" Jibril asked, perhaps too bluntly.

Instantly regretting the question, he could feel a chill descend upon the room. Gogolov sat motionless in an overstuffed velvet chair. He looked out at the mountainsand the minarets and the twinkling lights of the ancient Iranian capital. He drew long and hard on the Cohiba, and the cigar glowed in the shadows.

* * *

Air Force One roared down runway 18-36 "Lima."

Flanked by four F-15E Strike Eagle fighter jets, the gleaming new Boeing 747 quickly gained altitude and banked toward the Atlantic. President James "Mac" MacPherson stared out the window. He could no longer see the lights of Madrid Barajas International Airport, or the lights of the Spanish capital itself, just nine miles away. The emergency one-day NATO summit was over. In a few hours, he'd be home, back at the White House, under pressure to answer the question on everyone's mind: now what?

Osama bin Laden was dead. Al-Qaeda and the Taliban were obliterated. And now-just three and a half weeks after it began-the war in Iraq was effectively over. Saddam Hussein was dead and buried under a thousand tons of rubble. His sons were dead too. His murderous regime had been toppled. His henchmen were being scooped up by U.S. Special Forces, one by one, day by day. But the president had never felt more alone.

Rebuilding Iraq and keeping it from blowing apart like Bosnia would be difficult enough. But that wasn't the only thing on his plate. Wars and rumors of wars dominated the headlines. New threats surfaced constantly. North Korea was just months away from building six to ten nuclear bombs. Iran would soon complete a nuclear reactor with Russian assistance, capable of producing two to three nuclear warheads a month. Syria and Iran appeared to be harboring top Iraqi military officials and scientists. NATO was badly divided. The U.N. was a mess. Democrats threatened to filibuster most of the White House's major legislative priorities. And now this: the FBI and Justice Department were recommending the death penalty in United States v. Stuart Morris Iverson, one of the most chilling acts of espionage in the nation's history, not to mention one that involved one of the president's closest friends and a man who had been, until a month ago, secretary of the treasury.

Saudi Arabia, meanwhile, was insisting that all U.S. forces leave its soil immediately. And OPEC-outraged by the U.S. strikes against Iraq-was threatening an all-out oil embargo unless war reparations were made to the Iraqi people and pressure was brought to bear on Israel to allow the creation of a Palestinian state. The president recoiled at the thought of an ultimatum from countries he had just saved from nuclear, chemical, and biological annihilation. He wasn't about to submit to blackmail, but he was painfully aware of the risks he was running. Even now, his handpicked diplomatic team was on its way to Jerusalem.

MacPherson-feeling quite vigorous at sixty until a team of Iraqi assassins nearly took his life the month before-was beginning to feel his age. He swallowed a handful of aspirin and washed it down with a bottle of water. His head was pounding. His back and neck were in excruciating pain. He needed sleep. He needed to clear his head. The last thing he needed was an oil price shock reminiscent of '73. So much of the road ahead was foggy. But one thing was painfully obvious: the horrific battle of Iraq wasn't the end of the war on terror. It was just the beginning.

* * *

When ordering a hit, Jibril preferred the anonymity of an Internet café.

No one would bother him. No one could trace him. And at less than twenty-five thousand rials an hour-about three U.S. dollars-it was far cheaper than using his satellite phone.

Tehran alone boasted more than fifteen hundred cyber shops, which had exploded in popularity ever since Mohammad Khatami was elected president in 1997 and gave the fledgling Internet sector his blessing. The hard-line religious clerics continued to be wary. In 2001, they'd forced four hundred shops to close their doors for operating without proper business licenses, breaking Islamic laws, and trafficking in "Western pollution." They'd insisted that the government deny anyone under the age of eighteen from entering the shops. But that just made the idea of an electronic periscope into the West all the more alluring, and Web traffic shot up faster than ever.

The bulletproof sedan eased off the main boulevard. Mohammed Jibril told his driver to drop him off at the Caspian Cyber Café on Enghelab Avenue, across from the University of Tehran. A moment later he logged on and sent a half dozen cryptic e-mails. Next, he pulled up the home page for Harrods of London and quickly found what he needed. Harrods Chocolate Batons with French Brandy-twelve individually wrapped milk-chocolate batons filled with Harrods Fine Old French Brandy. Made from the finest Swiss chocolate. 100g. He hit the Buy Now button, typed in the appropriate FedEx shipping information, paid with a stolen credit card, and left as quickly as he came. Now all he could do was wait, and hope the messages arrived in time.

* * *

The eyes of the world were now on Jon Bennett.

A senior advisor to the president of the United States, Bennett was the chief architect of the administration's new Arab-Israeli peace plan. The front-page, top-of-the-fold New York Times profile the day before-Sunday, December 26-had just dubbed him the new "point man for peace." The media was now tracking his every move and the stakes couldn't be higher.

The president was eager to shift the world's attention from war to peace, to rebuilding Iraq and expanding free markets and free elections in the Middle East. The Pentagon and CIA insisted the next battles lay in Syria and Iran. But the State Department and White House political team argued such moves would be a mistake. It was time to force the Israelis and Palestinians to the bargaining table, to nail down a peace treaty the way Jimmy Carter had with Menachem Begin and Anwar Sadat at Camp David in '77, and the way Clinton had tried to with Barak and Arafat in the summer of 2000. "Blessed are the peacemakers," they reminded the president. And the president was listening.

Bennett wasn't so sure it was the right time, or that he was the right man. He hadn't asked to be named "point man for peace." He hadn't wanted the job. But the president insisted. He needed a deal, he needed it now, and Bennett couldn't say no.

At forty, Jonathan Meyers Bennett was one of the youngest and most successful deal makers on Wall Street, and a guy who had everything. An undergraduate degree from Georgetown. An MBA from Harvard. A thirty-eighth-floor office overlooking Central Park. A forest green Jaguar XJR, for business. A red Porsche Turbo, for pleasure. A seven-figure salary, with options and bonuses. A seven-figure portfolio and retirement fund. A $1.5 million penthouse apartment in Greenwich Village near NYU, for which he'd paid cash. Closets full of Zegna suits. And Matt Damon good looks.

Few people on Wall Street knew much about this shadowy young man, but he was the talk of all the women in his office. Six feet tall with short dark hair and grayish green eyes, he had a picture-perfect smile after a fortune in dental work as a kid. He'd once been voted the office's most eligible bachelor, but only part of that was true. He was a bachelor, but not all that eligible. He dated occasionally, but all his colleagues knew Bennett was married to his work, pure and simple. He typically worked twelve to fourteen hours a day, including Saturdays. None of that had changed at the White House, and now he was at his desk by ten-thirty on Sundays, too, watching Meet the Press and planning for the week ahead.

Before coming to Washington, Bennett had been the senior VP and chief investment strategist for Global Strategix, Inc., one of the hottest firms on the Street. Part strategic-research shop, part venture-capital fund, GSX advised mutual and pension funds, as well as the Joshua Fund, which had $137 billion in assets under management. Over the years, GSX had become known as the financial industry's "AWACS"-its airborne warning and control system-able to alert money managers of trouble long before it arrived. GSX also had a reputation of finding "sure things," early investments in start-up ventures that hit the jackpot and paid off big. Most of the credit went to Bennett. He had a sixth sense for finding buried treasure, and he loved the hunt. The plaque on his desk said it all: "I'm not the richest man in the richest city in the richest country on the face of the globe in the history of mankind. But tomorrow is another day."

Then "tomorrow" threw him a curveball. Suddenly he was off the Street, out of GSX, working for the White House, and on the secretary of state's 757, headed for the Holy Land. It was surreal, to say the least, but the package came with one big incentive: the chance to cut a deal they'd be writing about for decades. And Bennett was determined to see it through.

"Hey there, Point Man; we there yet?"

Erin McCoy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She put her seat back in its upright position and prepared for landing. A senior member of Bennett's team for the past several years, she'd been teasing him about the Times profile for the last twenty-four hours, and enjoying every minute of it. After takeoff from Andrews, she'd persuaded the pilot to welcome the entire American delegation, including "our own Jon Bennett, the esteemed point man for peace." She'd even plastered the interior of the plane with big red, white, and blue signs asking, "What's the point, man?"

"You kill me, McCoy."

"Don't tempt me, Jon." She smiled.

Bennett stared back out the window, trying to ignore how good McCoy looked in her ivory silk blouse and black wool suit. She really was beautiful, he thought. Why hadn't she become a model instead of joining the CIA? She was five-foot-ten with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, lightly tanned skin, sparkling green eyes, and a picture-perfect smile that hadn't required any dental work at all. All that, and she was ranked an expert marksman with six different kinds of weapons, including her favorite, a 9 mm Beretta, which she carried with her at all times. How could this girl still be single?

"Just give me a copy of the schedule, would you?" Bennett asked.

"You got it," said McCoy as she pulled out a few pages from her briefing book. "Point Man touches down at 0700 local time, Monday, December 27th; meets with the Palestinians, then the Israelis; saves the world; spends New Year's in Cancún; then cuts large check to beautiful deputy for saving his life, and his job."

Bennett fought hard not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. But it wasn't easy.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, McCoy," he said, snatching the pages from her hands. "But believe me, I'll think of something."

* * *

The webmaster in London instantly recognized the e-mail address.

This was no order for chocolate. And she knew it was urgent. She quickly e-mailed a copy to Harrods' shipping clerk downstairs for immediate processing, then logged on to AOL and IM'd a gift shop on the Rock of Gibraltar.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, they sped along Highway 1 toward Jerusalem.

Through driving rains. Past huge green road signs in Hebrew, Arabic, and English. Past the rusted shells of armored personnel carriers destroyed in the 1948 war. Past roads that would lead them, if they wanted, a few miles and a few thousand years away to ancient biblical towns like Jaffa and Bethlehem and Jericho.

Two blue-and-white Israeli police cars led the way. Two more brought up the rear. In between were a jet-black Lincoln Town Car carrying the advance team from the embassy, two bulletproof Cadillac limousines, two black Chevy Suburbans carrying heavily armed agents from the State Department's Bureau of Diplomatic Security, and four vans of reporters who would beam the historic words and images to a global audience desperate for some good news from the war-torn Middle East.

The first limousine-code-named Globe Trotter-carried the secretary of state and his aides. Bennett and McCoy rode in the second limo-code-named Snapshot-joined by two old friends upon whose wisdom they now greatly counted. The first was Dmitri Galishnikov, the hard-charging CEO of Medexco, Israel's fastest-growing oil-and-gas company. The second was Dr. Ibrahim Sa'id, the soft-spoken, Harvard-educated chairman of PPG, the Palestinian Petroleum Group, which had made a fortune in the Gulf and now had everyone in the West Bank and Gaza buzzing with excitement.

"Miss Erin, I must say, you look like an angel-like my wife on our wedding day," Galishnikov boomed. "As for you, Point Man, you look terrible."

That got a laugh from everyone, even Bennett.

"Seriously, how are you feeling, Jonathan?" Sa'id asked. "We were worried about you. It's a miracle that you're alive, much less here."

It was a miracle. The last time they'd been together, they'd been under attack by Iraqi terrorists. Bennett took two AK-47 rounds at point-blank range. He'd practically bled to death before being airlifted to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany. Three weeks of recovery and rehab later, he was still not 100 percent.

"Good days and bad, you know." Bennett shrugged. "But it's good to see you two again."

"You too, my friend," Sa'id agreed. "And your mother? How is she?"

McCoy watched Bennett shift uncomfortably.

"Well, she's not exactly thrilled about me coming back, that's for sure. Dad's heart attack, the funeral, what happened to me-she's been through a lot. But she's hanging in there. I'll head down to Orlando to see her for a few days when we get back."

"That's good." Sa'id smiled. "You're a good son, Jonathan."

Bennett wasn't so sure about that, but he said nothing.

* * *

An e-mail arrived in a small gift shop on Gibraltar.

It was quickly forwarded to a wood-carving shop in Gaza. Soon it drew the attention of an immaculately well-dressed young man by the name of Khalid al-Rashid. To anyone but him, the message would mean nothing, just an old family relative sending greetings for the holidays. But to the third most powerful man in Palestine, it could mean only one thing: his date with destiny had arrived.

* * *

The motorcade began to climb the foothills leading to Jerusalem.

Tonight, the U.S. delegation would take up two entire floors of the King David Hotel, overlooking Mount Zion, the stone walls of the Old City, and the Mount of Olives just beyond them. Tomorrow they'd have a long working lunch with Israeli prime minister David Doron. But soon they would actually be sitting in Gaza City, overlooking the stormy Mediterranean, drinking coffee and eating baklava with Palestinian Authority chairman Yasser Arafat and his hand-chosen, silver-haired successor, Prime Minister Mahmoud Abbas, better known by his nom de guerre, Abu Mazen.

It would be a long day. Diplomatic formalities and endless pleasantries would likely take until lunch. They'd eat lentil soup and lamb until they couldn't stuff down another scrap of pita. Then they'd get down to business.

(Continues...)



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    Where will you spend eternity?

    This series of 5 books is an exciting, attention getting, thought provoking and fast reading novel of one view of the Bible prophecy in Ezekiel and Revelations. It is tied to the real world situation of today and possible events of tomorrow.

    Well written, with references cited, it will make any thinking person consider current events from a Biblical perspective. Any non-christian can read this and be entertained while examining the assertions in light of their own beleifs and the prophecy mentioned.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2003

    Last Days

    The Last Days grabs you by the throat on the first page and doesn't let go. The opening terrorist attack and gun battle/car chase is spell binding, pure and simple. So is the premise of a new hot war in the Middle East driven by the Iranians and Syrians (masterminded by a Russian fascist/ultranationalist). Fascinating are the prospect of natural gas and oil being discovered in the Holy Land, and the idea that all the terrorism and Middle East wars we see today are actually evidence of the biblical last days. But most interesting is Rosenberg's exploration of the nature of evil and how few people really understand what evil is. 'Suicide bombers and the groups and states that funded them -- they weren't misguided or misunderstood. They were controlled by evil. Pure evil. And evil couldn't be negotiated with. It could only be hunted down, captured and destroyed. Like a cancer or ebola. Ignore those possessed by evil and they'd kill you. Fast or slow, it didn't matter. Remove some but not all traces of the virus and it would kill you. Fast or slow, it was just a matter of time. Bennett could see it clearly now. To misunderstand the nature of evil is to risk being blindsided by it. For evil, unchecked, is the prelude to genocide.' (pg. 41) Well said, and much needed in this day and age when so many seem to be getting distracted away from the threat evil still poses to us. Rosenberg somehow manages to combine Clancy's early, better, heart-pounding technothrillers with a generous portion of Vince Flynn's political intrigue and a dash of Lahaye-like end times prophecy, and it works. I'd heard him on Limbaugh and Hannity last year and decided to read his first political thriller, The Last Jihad. It was excellent, and like Rush, I couldn't wait for the sequel. It was worth the wait. I haven't read David Baldacci's Split Second yet, but The Last Days may turn out to be the best political thriller of the year.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2009

    Last Days

    Was a GREAT book, can not put it down. Makes you think about the times we live in. Recommend the whole series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2004

    Last Days

    Wow. A non-stop adrenaline rush into the Evil Empire of radical Islam. Grabs you from the very first sentence and never lets go. 'The Last Days' is a gutsy new breed of political thriller ¿- almost prophetically forecasting what you¿ll read in tomorrow¿s headlines. Joel C. Rosenberg is a rising new star on the American fiction scene.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2013

    Part four! NOW DIE! derpity derp derp

    5 moons had passed since that fateful storm. Badgerkit and Rootkit were now 5 moons. Rootkit had turned into a skinny russet kit, so skinny Mistheart often fretted about her health. Her eyes were big pools of green-not that anyone knew. Rootkit was very insecure, and even more shy. She avoided eye contact with everyone at all times, whether it be the leader or her own mother. On top of that, Wavekit and Snowkit, 2 other kits in the nursury, constantly picked on her, which didn't help at all.
    On this particular night, the nursury oozed excitment. The kits were moving out. Tommarrow they'd be apprentices!
    Stormkit, Wavekit and Snowkit's brother, lept around the den, crying, "Tommarrow I'll be Stormpaw! Tommarrow I'll be Stormpaw!" The kits tackled eachother, just as excited as the gray kit.
    Off in a far corner, Rootkit sat. It was her favorite spot. No warrior could scrunitize her here. She had heard the rumors: everyone thought, being related to the two most outgoing cats in the Clan, that something was wrong with her.
    There wasn't. That was just how she was.
    As usual, Wavekit and Snowkit strode cockily over to her semi safehouse. "I bet 5 fish that Squirrelstar rejects Rootkit as an apprentice!" Wavekit taunted. Snowkit scoffed. "No way I'm agreeing to that! It's obviously gonna happen!" She snickered.
    Rootkit had one law when it came to bullies-never react. If she did, it would do her no good. Their mother wouldn't save her. If anything, Rabbittail encouraged their behavior.
    A swish from the entrance distracted the two kits. In came Dustwind, their father. Dustwind was covered head to toe in scars, and the scowl on his gray face confirmed he wasn't to be messed with. And that, if anything, was true.
    "Dad!" The three kits yowled in unison. Dustwind ignored them, instead, heading straight for his mate. He muttered something to Rabbittail, and Rabbittail muttered something back. Then, as quickly as it had began, the moment was gone. Dustwind turned to his kits. "One step closer to being a warrior," was all he said. The kits cheered.
    No acknowlagement was made to the others in the den.
    The big tom padded out of the nursury, his kits still struggling for his attention. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Dustwind's tail whooshed towards her, sending her flying- right into a pile of soiled bedding!
    Getting up, Rootkit spat out moss and shook herself. Some moss slid into her face, and she blew it away. Swiftly she spun around-to see everyone laughing at her!
    Rootkit felt her whiskers tingle in embarrassment. Choking back a sob, she pushed past everyone until she reached her nest.
    On her last night as a kit, Rootkit cried herself to sleep.

    Rootkit bolted awake. Pain shot through her left ear, but she was not surprized. Wavekit had probably snuck a fire ant in it. Not the first time. Shrugging, Rootkit settled down in her nest.
    That's when she heard it.
    A rustle.
    The kind of rustle only a cat in a hurry can make.

    Next part at stalker res. 5. Your next task awaits. I love critism, so keep on commenting!
    Yours mewly,
    Rootflower

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2013

    Execellent, thrilling

    When you read this book, have your bible ready and think about the news and you will have a chill down your spine. This is very prophetical.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    You cannot miss any book by Rosenberg! Ahead of our times but predicting the certain future.

    Joel Rosenberg has the pulse of our nation. He is very accurate with details and history. He can blend a fictional story into our present world situation letting the reader see a glimpse of what might be should our country continue down the present road!

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  • Posted May 23, 2012

    I enjoyed this book

    I like Joel Rosenberg's books about the situation in the middle east.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2003

    Insider Thriller

    The author knows whereof he speaks and it shows! Good fast read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2014

    Reading this book was like reading Atlas Shrugged--history happe

    Reading this book was like reading Atlas Shrugged--history happening as I was reading. When the Secretary of State and Yassar Arafat are killed , the headlines proclaimed that 4 people had been killed in Bengahzi.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    A must read!

    Suspense to the last drop!

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  • Posted December 28, 2011

    A Must Read

    Wow!! is all I can say.
    A thriller of the first magnitude.
    I read to sleep every night....needless to say, I didn't get much sleep with this book,

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  • Posted June 8, 2011

    The+Last+Days

    2nd+in+the+series.+FAST+paced+drama%2C+you+wont+be+able+to+put+this+one+down.++From+glimpses+into+the+Situation+Room+or+operations+of+an+underground+intelligence+location+in+Iraq+this+book+sounds+like+current+events.+Loved+it%21

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  • Posted September 27, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Good follow up to "The Last Jihad"

    This is the second book in Rosenberg's 5 part series. I could barely put the first book (The Last Jihad) down, and I gave that book 5 stars. I only gave this book 4 stars. It is a great read, I was interested in the characters and wanted to see what happened to them, but it didn't hold me as much as the Last Jihad did. I still recommend it and I will continue the series for sure, but I missed the tight writing of the first book, but still, I say, get the books and read them, it's a great series.

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  • Posted July 28, 2009

    Zionist Propaganda

    I can't figure out why this book would make it to the New York Times best seller list except for the fact that it sold a certain magical number of copies. I enjoyed some of the action scenes and I really tried to get into the plot but that was not possible. First of all I was put off by all the one-sided anti-Palestinian, anti-Muslim propaganda. In this book with few exceptions all the Americans and Israelis were the good guys and only the Muslim world and in particular the Palestinians were the bad guys. Come on, please show a little more respect for some of us Americans, we are not all hoping for the End Days and a return of the Messiah. Some of us just want to enjoy a good fiction story that is credible and is not pregnant with sound bites from fox news or Michael Savage's program. We all know that the Israelis are occupying land that is not theirs and that Israelis have been involved in numerous terrorist events such as the bombing of the King David Hotel and violent, deadly invasion of their neighbors.

    If you want me to get into your story, try to do a little more research and put a bit more of the truth into it, otherwise it comes across as just another disinformation publication and in which case it definitely does not deserve the accolades it has received. My point is that overall the book SUCKS!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2009

    Eerily prescient and fascinatingly historic!!

    A very "current" read and one that made me ready for the next in the series. It is extremenly fascinating that Rosenberg seems to be just ahead of current events or events that play out very much like he "forsees". Should be read by everyone!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2007

    Don't judge this book by its cover ...

    With an author named Joel C. Rosenberg, a focus on the Middle East, and an author bio citing work for an Israeli prime minister and other mainstream leaders, I thought I knew what I was getting into. But instead of the expected political thriller, this one turns into a a Christian pre-millenial adventure cheered on by an aged, but wise, retired Israeli official who delivers an almost-comic diatribe about having read the New Testament and -- guess what? -- realizing that all along, Jesus has been the Messiah. This wacky interlude, and some of the fore-shadowings in the book, became clear when I researched Joel C. Rosenberg and learned he is a messianic Jew -- or, as his own website puts it, an evangelical Christian who converted from Judaism. Clearly, his publisher or whoever directed production of the book jacket, thought it best not to raise the Christian connection of this seemingly Jewish author. To paraphrase a well-known saying, some of my best friends are evangelical Christians (true) but they're honest,upfront and respectful. They know who they are and don't pretend to be anyone else -- even to sell books. Joel C. Rosenberg and his promoters should learn from them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2003

    Last Days

    The Middle East is a hot spot. The leaders America considers to be enemies are dead and there is a fortune in new oil to be had. Stepping in to calm the brewing storm is Jon Bennett, former Wall Street guru, now key political figure in the President's human arsenal. He and his lovely partner, Erin McCoy go to the Palestinan region hoping to broker a lasting peace. However, a war that has it's beginnings in the rivalry between Abraham's sons will not die easily. To achieve peace, they will have to thwart those to whom war is a cherished possession. ............... *** In this book, you see how war can affect even the smallest aspects of life as minor worries take on major proportions. Tension ripples from every page. While the expected religious focus is absent, it is a fascinating look at how the secular world views what the end might be like. ***

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2003

    fantastic political thriller that is escapist fun

    United States President James MacPherson sends Secretary of State Tucker Paine and White House advisor Jon Bennett to the Middle East to broker a peace between the Israelis and the Palestinians. Accompanying the American envoys is Jon¿s Arabic speaking CIA body guard and lover Erin McCoy. The hope this time is based on a find of a major oil reserve that can make everyone wealthy and thus desiring stability and peace. However, the terrorist group Al-Nakbah assigns Arafat¿s personal bodyguard Khalid al-Rashid to commit suicide by blowing himself along with Arafat and Paine to death in the explosion. <P>Arafat¿s death leads to civil war in the Gaza Strip. Jon and Erin struggle to survive with their mission demolished by the suicide bombing. Al-Nakbah also brings their brand of terrorism to America and challenges Israel, forcing the Zion State to react with an invasion of the West Bank and Gaza. <P>The tale uses recent real world events like the Iraqi War to bring a sense of reality to the tale, with the story line taking place under the direction of the forty-fourth president. The action is fast-paced and never slows down from the moment Arafat is assassinated until the climax. Fans of the author (see THE LAST JIHAD) will enjoy this fantastic political thriller that is escapist fun especially for the Viagra enhanced action crowd. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2003

    Fantastic thriller -- better than the first

    I read Rosenberg's first novel, The Last Jihad, after hearing him talk about it on Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh's shows last year. It was amazing how he'd written a fictional book that begins with a kamikaze airplane attack against the United States that leads to a war with Iraq -- all written before 9/11 or the actual war with Iraq. I bought it immediately and read it in one day. It was excellent. When I heard that he had a sequel coming out, I got it immediately and raced through it as well. The Last Days is better than the first in my opinion, and maybe even more timely, and practically prophetic. Reading the fcitional opening sequence about the attack against a U.S. diplomatic convoy heading into Gaza was amazing and bizarre given that something like that just happened last week for real. The attack on the Temple Mount is incredible. Characters are a bit more fully developed, too -- and the ending is unbelievable! Makes you wonder if Yasir Arafat really is facing his 'last days.' Hope there's a third to the series.

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