The Last Patriot (Scot Harvath Series #7)

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"In an adrenaline-charged tour de force, Navy SEAL turned covert Homeland Security operative Scot Harvath must race to locate an ancient secret that has the power to stop militant Islam dead in its tracks." "June 632 A.D.: Deep within the Uranah Valley of Mount Arafat in Mecca, the prophet Mohammed shares with his closest companions a final and startling revelation. Within days, he is assassinated." "September 1789: U.S. minister to France Thomas Jefferson, charged with forging a truce with the violent Muslim pirates of the Barbary Coast, makes a ...
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"In an adrenaline-charged tour de force, Navy SEAL turned covert Homeland Security operative Scot Harvath must race to locate an ancient secret that has the power to stop militant Islam dead in its tracks." "June 632 A.D.: Deep within the Uranah Valley of Mount Arafat in Mecca, the prophet Mohammed shares with his closest companions a final and startling revelation. Within days, he is assassinated." "September 1789: U.S. minister to France Thomas Jefferson, charged with forging a truce with the violent Muslim pirates of the Barbary Coast, makes a shocking discovery - one that could forever impact the world's relationship with Islam." "Present day: When a car bomb explodes outside a Parisian cafe, Scot Harvath is thrust back into the life he has tried so desperately to leave behind." Saving the intended victim of the attack, Harvath becomes party to an amazing and perilous race to uncover a secret so powerful that militant Islam could be defeated once and for all without firing another shot, dropping another bomb, or launching another covert action. But as desperate as the American government is to have the information brought to light, there are powerful forces aligned against it - men who are just as determined that Mohammed's mysterious final revelation remain hidden forever.
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In bestseller's Thor's intriguing seventh Scot Horvath novel, Scot, a former navy SEAL who's recently quit working for Homeland Security, pursues a mystery involving a recently discovered ancient Koran. Differing from the original, this Koran suggests a secret exists that, if revealed, will change the entire nature of the warlike extremist versions of Islam. Furthermore, it has links to Thomas Jefferson and his war on Muslim pirates (think: "to the shores of Tripoli" in the Marine Corps hymn), handwritten notes in Jefferson's first-edition copy of Don Quixote and other clues hidden in Jefferson's Monticello home. First, Scot has to make up with his boss, President Jack Rutledge, who used him badly in his previous outing, The First Commandment, but once that's done, Scot finds himself in the thick of a furious battle. Fortunately, Scot's romance with girlfriend Tracy Hastings remains offstage. A stunning revelation on the last page will surprise even the most savvy thriller readers. 10-city author tour.(July)

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  • ISBN-13: 9781416543831
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 7/1/2008
  • Series: Scot Harvath Series , #7
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Brad Thor

Brad Thor is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Hidden Order, Black List, Full Black (one of Suspense Magazine's best political thrillers of 2011), The Athena Project, Foreign Influence (one of Suspense Magazine’s best political thrillers of 2010), The Apostle, The Last Patriot (nominated best thriller of the year by the International Thriller Writers Association), The First Commandment, Takedown, Blowback (recognized as one of the “Top 100 Killer Thrillers of All Time” by NPR), State of the Union, Path of the Assassin, and The Lions of Lucerne. Visit his website at BradThor.com.

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The Last Patriot

A Thriller

By Brad Thor Atria
Copyright © 2008
Brad Thor
All right reserved.


ISBN: 9781416543831

CHAPTER 1

Rome, Italy
Monday Evening

The Italian Centre for Photoreproduction, Binding, and Restoration of State Archives, also known as the CFLR, was located in an unassuming postmodern office building three blocks from the Tiber River at 14 Via Costanza Baudana Vaccolini. It boasted one of the world's leading archival preservation facilities, as well as a young deputy assistant director named Alessandro Lombardi who was eager to begin his evening.

"Dottore, mi scusi," said Lombardi.

Dr. Marwan Khalifa, a distinguished Koranic scholar in his early sixties with a handsome face and neatly trimmed beard, looked up from the desk he was working at. "Yes, Alessandro?"

The Italian adopted his most charming smile and asked, "Tonight, we finish early?"

Dr. Khalifa laughed and set down his pen. "You have another date this evening?"

Lombardi approached and showed the visiting scholar a picture on his mobile phone.

"What happened to the blond woman?"

Lombardi shrugged. "That was last week."

Khalifa picked his pen back up. "I suppose I can be done in an hour."

"An hour?" exclaimed Lombardi as he pressed his hands together in mock prayer. "Dottore, if I don't leave now, all of the good tables outside will be gone. Please. When the weather is this nice, Italians are not allowed to work late. It's state policy."

Khalifa knew better. No matter what theweather, there were always people working late in the CFLR building -- maybe not in the Research and Preservation department, but there was almost always a light burning somewhere. "If you want to leave your keys, I'll lock up the office when I go."

"And my time card?" asked Lombardi, pressing his luck.

"You get paid for the time you work, my friend."

"Va bene," replied the young man as he fished a set of keys for the department from his pocket and set them on the desk. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Have fun," said Khalifa.

Lombardi flashed him the smile once more and then made his way toward the exit, turning off any unnecessary lights along his way.

Dr. Khalifa's desk was a large drafting-style table, illuminated by two adjustable lamps. His time as well as Lombardi's was being paid for by the Yemeni Antiquities Authority.

In 1972, workers in Yemen had made a startling discovery. Restoring the aging Great Mosque at Sana'a, said to have been one of the first architectural projects of Islam commissioned by the prophet Mohammed himself, the workers uncovered a hidden loft between the mosque's inner and outer roofs. Inside the loft was a mound of parchments and pages of Arabic texts that at some point had been secreted away, and were now melded together through centuries of exposure to rain and dampness. In archeological circles, such a discovery was referred to as a "paper grave."

Cursory examinations suggested that what the grave contained were tens of thousands of fragments from at least a thousand early parchment codices of the Koran.

Access to the full breadth of the find had never been allowed. Bits and pieces had been made available to a handful of scholars over the years, but out of respect for the sanctity of the documents, no one had ever been permitted to study the entire discovery. No one that is, until Dr. Marwan Khalifa.

Khalifa was one of the world's preeminent Koranic scholars and had spent the majority of his professional career building relationships with the Yemeni Antiquities Authority and politely petitioning it to allow him to review the find. Finally, there was a changing of the guard and the new president of the Antiquities Authority, a significantly younger and more progressive man, invited Khalifa to study the entirety of what the workers at Sana'a had uncovered.

It didn't take long for Khalifa to realize the magnitude of the find.

As Yemen didn't have the proper facilities to preserve and study the fragments and as the Yemeni government was absolutely opposed to Khalifa taking the items back to the United States, an arrangement was made for the complete contents of the grave to be transferred to the CFLR in Rome where they could be preserved and studied before being returned to Yemen.

With the blessing of the new Antiquities Authority president, Khalifa oversaw the entire process, including the technical side which included such things as edge detection, document degradation, global and adaptive thresholding, color clustering, and image processing.

His anticipation grew as each scrap was preserved and he was able to begin assembling the pieces of the puzzle. A significant percentage of the parchments dated back to the seventh and eighth centuries -- Islam's first two centuries. Khalifa was handling pieces of the earliest Korans known to mankind.

This only made the inconsistencies he discovered from standard Koranic texts even more exciting.

A billion-and-a-half Muslims worldwide believed that the Koran they worshiped today was the perfect, inviolate word of God -- an exact word-for-word, perfect copy of the original book as it exists in Paradise and just as it was transmitted, without a single error, by Allah to the Prophet Mohammed through the Angel Gabriel.

As a textual historian, Khalifa was fascinated by the inconsistencies. As a moderate Muslim who loved his religion, but believed deeply that it was in need of reform, he was overjoyed. The fact that he had found, and was continuing to find, aberrations that differed from Islamic dogma meant that the case could finally be made that the Koran needed to be reexamined in a historical framework.

He had always believed that the Koran had been written by man, not God. If such a thing could be proven, Muslims around the world would be able to reexamine their faith with a modern, twenty-first-century perspective, rather than the outdated, unenlightened perspective of seventh-century Arabia. And now it seemed that he had just the proof he needed.

It was such a powerful discovery that Khalifa could barely sleep at night. It dovetailed so well with another project his colleague Anthony Nichols was working on back in America, that he felt as if Allah himself was steering his research, that this was His divine will.

All Khalifa could think about when he wasn't at work was getting back to the CFLR facility each day to further investigate the fragments.

Though on evenings like this Khalifa missed Lombardi's companionship as well as his expertise with the technical equipment, the truth was that he hardly noticed when the young Italian was gone. In fact, he was often so engrossed that he barely noticed Lombardi even when he was standing at the desk right in front of him.

Turning to the voluminous collection of information he had stored on his rugged Toughbook laptop, Khalifa pulled up one of the thirty-two thousand images the CFLR had already digitally archived. While he could have crossed the room and retrieved the fragment itself, he often found it unnecessary as accessing the digital images was much easier.

Khalifa was working on lining up six slivers of text written in the Hijazzi script when a shadow fell across his drafting table. "What did you forget this time, Alessandro?" the scholar asked without looking up.

"I didn't forget anything," responded a deep, unfamiliar voice. "It is you who have forgotten."

Dr. Khalifa looked up and saw a man in a long, black soutane with a white collar. It was a common sight throughout Rome, particularly near the Vatican. But while the CFLR did do a certain amount of work with the Holy See, Khalifa had never seen a priest inside the building. "Who are you?"

"That's not important," replied the priest as he moved closer. "I would rather discuss your faith."

"You must be confused, Father," said Khalifa as he sat up in his chair. "I'm not a Catholic. I'm Muslim."

"I know," said the priest softly. "That's why I'm here."

In an explosion of black cloth, the priest was suddenly behind Khalifa. One of his large, rough hands cupped the scholar's chin while the other gripped the side of his head.

With a powerful snap, the priest broke Khalifa's neck.

He stood there for a moment, the corpse clutched tightly, almost lovingly to his chest, then stepped back and let go.

Khalifa's head slammed against the table before coming to rest beneath it.

The priest dragged the body across the floor and positioned it at the bottom of a set of stairs which led up to a small archival library. From there, it took only moments to set the fire.

Two hours later, having showered and changed, the assassin sat in his hotel room and studied Khalifa's laptop. Connecting to a remote server, he had the Koranic scholar's password program cracked within fifteen minutes. From there, one e-mail confirmed everything he needed to know.

Marwan,

Finally, good news! It appears we have located the book. A dealer named René Bertrand is bringing it to market in Paris at the Antiquarian Book Fair. I will be meeting him there to negotiate the purchase. As you know, my funding is limited, but I have faith that barring an all-out bidding war, the book will be ours!

As planned, I will see you next Monday at 9:00 a.m. in the Middle Eastern Reading Room of the Library of Congress -- although now we'll have the book and can begin deciphering the location of the final revelation!

Anthony

The assassin had had Khalifa under surveillance long enough to know who the sender was and what he was referring to. It was a parallel and potentially more damaging project, which up until this point had appeared stalled. Obviously, things had changed -- and not for the better.

The assassin shut down the laptop and spent the next several hours pondering the implication of what he had learned. He then started formulating a plan. When all of the angles had been considered and tested in his mind, he reactivated the computer.

Attaching the relevant e-mails between Khalifa and Anthony Nichols, he composed his report and delivered his assessment to his superiors.

Their response came back twenty minutes later, hidden in the draft folder of the e-mail account they shared. The assassin had been cleared for the Paris operation.

At the end of the message, his superiors instructed that the necessary funds would be transferred to Paris and all necessary arrangements would be made. They then congratulated him on his success in Rome.

The assassin deleted the message from the draft folder and logged off. After reciting his prayers, he disconnected his phone and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on his door. He would be leaving early in the morning and needed to rest. The next several days were going to be very busy. His superiors were in agreement that the Prophet Mohammed's lost revelation needed to stay lost -- forever.Copyright © 2008 by Brad Thor

CHAPTER 2

Paris, France
Friday

Thirty-seven-year-old American Scot Harvath studied the amazing woman sitting at the café table next to him. Her blond hair had grown back and came to just below her ears.

"We need to make a decision," she said.

There it was -- the topic he'd been trying to avoid since killing the man who had shot her nine months ago.

"I just want to make sure that you're fully -- " he began, his voice trailingoff.

"Recovered?" she asked, finishing his sentence for him.

Harvath nodded.

"Scot, this stopped being about my recovery the minute we left the United States. I'm fine. Not one hundred percent, but as close as I'm probably going to get."

"You don't know that for sure."

Tracy Hastings smiled. Prior to being targeted by an assassin bent on revenge against Harvath, Tracy had been a Naval Explosive Ordinance Disposal technician who had lost one of her luminescent, pale blue eyes when an IED she was attempting to defuse detonated prematurely. Though her face had undergone significant scarring, the plastic surgeons had done a remarkable job of minimizing the visible damage.

Hastings had always been in great shape, but after the accident she had thrown herself into her fitness routine. She had the most perfectly sculpted body of any woman Harvath had ever known. Self-conscious about her disfigurement and the pale blue eye given to her by her surgeons as a replacement, Tracy had been fond of joking that she had both a body to die for and the face to protect it.

It was a joke that Harvath had worked hard to wean from her repertoire. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and slowly his hard work had paid off. The closer they grew and the safer Tracy felt with him, the less her self-deprecating humor seemed necessary.

The same could be said for Harvath. Ten years Tracy's senior, he had used his sarcasm largely to keep the world at bay. Now, he used it to make her laugh.

With his handsome, rugged face, sandy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and muscular five-foot-ten frame, they made a striking couple.

"You want to know what I think?" she asked. "I think this is more about your recovery than mine. And that's okay."

Harvath started to object, but Tracy put her hand atop his and said, "We need to put what happened behind us and get on with our lives."

They had been together less than a year, but she knew him better than anyone ever had. She knew he'd never be happy living an ordinary life. So much of who he was and how he saw himself came from what he did. He needed to get back to it, even if that meant her nudging him toward it.

Harvath slid his hand out from under hers. He couldn't put what had happened behind him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the picture of finding Tracy in a pool of blood with a bullet in the back of her head, or the memory of the president who had stood in his way while the person responsible continued to target those closest to Harvath. A couple of friends suggested that maybe he was suffering from PTSD, but in the words of an Army colonel he once cross-trained with, Harvath didn't get PTSD, he gave it.

"We can't be gypsies forever," Tracy insisted. "Our lives have been on hold long enough. We need to get back to the real world, and you need to think about going back to work."

"There's about as much chance of me going back to work for Jack Rutledge as there is of me going to work for a terrorist organization. I'm done," he said.

A Navy SEAL who had joined the president's Secret Service detail in an effort to help improve the White House's ability to stave off and respond to terrorist attacks, Harvath had grown to become the president's number one covert counterterrorism operative and was exceptional at what he did.

So exceptional, in fact, that the president had created a top-secret antiterrorism effort known as the Apex Project specifically for him. Its goal was to level the playing field with international terrorists who sought to strike Americans and American interests at home and abroad. That goal was achieved through one simple mandate -- as long as the terrorists refused to play by any rules, Harvath wouldn't be expected to either.

The Apex Project was buried in a little-known branch of DHS known as the Office of International Investigative Assistance, or OIIA for short. The OIIA's overt mission was to assist foreign police, military, and intelligence agencies in helping to prevent terrorist attacks. In that sense, Harvath's mission was in step with the official OIIA mandate. In reality, he was a very secretive dog of war enlisted post-9/11 to be unleashed by the president upon the enemies of the United States anywhere, anytime, with anything he needed to get the job done.

But that part of Harvath's life was over. It had taken him years to realize that his counterterrorism career was incompatible with what he really wanted -- a family and someone to come home to; someone to share his life with.

Starting relationships had never been his problem. It was keeping them going that he never could get right. Tracy Hastings was the best thing to ever happen to him and he had no intention of letting her go. For the first time in he couldn't remember how long, Scot Harvath was truly happy.

"We don't have to go back right away," said Tracy, interrupting his thoughts. "We can wait until November, after the elections. There'll be Christmas and then the inauguration in January. Unless the constitution has been rewritten and Rutledge is elected to a third term, you'll be dealing with a completely new president."

Harvath was about to respond when he looked out across the street and noticed a well-dressed Arab man remove a "Slim Jim" from beneath his blazer.

Popping the lock on a faded blue Peugeot, the man climbed in, shut the door and disappeared beneath the window line.Copyright © 2008 by Brad Thor

CHAPTER 3

Car thefts probably happened all the time in Paris, but Harvath had never seen one. He had also never seen such a smartly dressed criminal before.

As much as he was trying to escape his old life, his instincts were still very much attuned to the world around him. Just because a sheepdog was tired of fighting off wolves, it didn't mean that wolves were tired of preying on sheep.

"What is it?" asked Tracy, as she followed his gaze across the street.

"Somebody just broke into that Peugeot."

They both listened as the car's engine came to life and the thief's head popped back up from beneath the dashboard. Instead of driving away, though, the man just sat there.

"What's he doing?" she asked.

Harvath was about to answer when he saw a silver Mercedes sedan approach. The thief must have seen it too because he immediately applied his blinker and pulled away from the curb, leaving the parking space to the Mercedes.

Harvath had spent enough time in cities like New York to know the lengths people would go to for a parking space, but stealing a car? This was ridiculous.

As the Peugeot slipped away, the Mercedes took its place.

No sooner was it parked than another well-dressed Arab opened the door, looked both ways up and down the street, climbed out and walked away.

Tracy looked at Harvath again. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I've got no idea," he replied. "I didn't see that guy arm his car alarm, though. Did you?"

Tracy shook her head.

For a second or two, Harvath studied the Mercedes. Then he removed a twenty-euro note, laid it on the table, and said, "Let's go."

Tracy didn't argue.

On the sidewalk, Harvath took her arm and picked up the pace.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Tracy asked.

"We are," responded Harvath. "We're leaving."

"I mean, report what we saw."

Since retiring from the counterterrorism arena, Harvath had kept an exceptionally low profile. He loathed bureaucracies more than ever, and the Paris police had one of the worst.

Nevertheless, Tracy was right. What they had just seen didn't make sense. It could, of course, be nothing, but Harvath doubted it. "The next phone we see, we'll call it in," he said.

In front of them, the door of a small bookshop opened and a man in his early fifties with a gray beard, wavy salt-and-pepper hair, and a blue blazer stepped hurriedly outside. Nearly bumping into Harvath and Tracy, the man excused himself in French and continued off in the direction of the café.

Normally, Harvath wouldn't have given it another thought, but then he caught sight of the driver of the Mercedes standing near the corner. He watched as the man appeared to study a photograph and then raised a cell phone to his ear.

The Arab spoke no more than two words. When he nodded and hung up the phone, Harvath suddenly realized what was going on.

Letting go of Tracy's arm, he spun and took off after the man in the blazer, praying he could reach him in time.Copyright © 2008 by Brad Thor

CHAPTER 4

Harvath landed on top of the man just as the Mercedes in front of the café exploded.

Acrid, black smoke blotted out the sky as red-hot shrapnel rained down upon the street.

The violence of the explosion made Harvath's entire body feel as if it had been crushed in a vise. The air was forced from his lungs and his ears rang with such piercing intensity he felt for sure they had to be bleeding.

Reaching to the side of his head, he touched one and then the other. Thankfully, there was no blood. He did a quick assessment of the rest of himself and when he was certain he was okay, he turned his attention to the man in the blue blazer.

Supporting his head, Harvath carefully rolled him onto his back, making sure not to move his neck. He was bleeding from a laceration near his scalp. Removing the man's handkerchief from his breast pocket, Harvath used it to apply light pressure to the wound. He knew he needed to be careful not to exacerbate any spinal injury.

"Stay still," Harvath said in French. "Don't move. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

The man stared at him blankly.

Harvath was about to repeat the question when Tracy raced over to him. "Are you okay?" she asked, out of breath.

"I'm not hurt," replied Harvath, who then motioned at the man in the blazer and said, "We need to immobilize his neck."

Tracy knew he was right, but her EOD training had kicked in. "There could be a secondary device. We need to get away from this area before first responders arrive."

Harvath was well aware of terrorists waiting for help to arrive at the scene of a bombing before setting off another, even deadlier explosion. "He needs an ambulance, though."

"No," replied the man suddenly in English. "No ambulance. No hospital." He was trying to get to his feet.

"Stay still," ordered Harvath.

"Scot, we need to get out of here, now," insisted Tracy.

Harvath looked down at the man in the blue blazer and made a decision. Grabbing his upper arm, he helped him stand.

No sooner was he up than his knees buckled. Harvath caught him around the waist and with Tracy's help, kept him upright and began to move him away from the flaming café toward the corner. All the while, Harvath kept his eyes open for any of the Arabs who'd been involved in the bombing. If they were smart, they'd be long gone, but Harvath had a very bad feeling there was more to all of this than met the eye.

There were numerous dead and wounded scattered along the sidewalk, as well as inside what was left of the café. Though Harvath and Tracy both wanted to help the others, they knew they couldn't stop.

Making it to the end of the street, they turned the corner and could hear the wail of klaxons as first responders raced toward the scene.

Harvath and Tracy made their way halfway up the block and found a place to set the injured man down. He was shell shocked with his eyes semi-glazed over and still bleeding from the gash above his forehead.

After easing him onto a set of weathered stone steps and making sure he wasn't going to tip over, Harvath and Tracy left him staring into the street as they moved far enough away so they could talk without being overheard.

"How'd you know that bomb was about to go off?" asked Tracy.

"The Arab who dropped the Mercedes was standing across the street. When the guy in the blue blazer passed us, the Arab looked at some sort of photo and then dialed his cell phone."

"So it wasn't a random attack. They had him under surveillance. He was the target."

Harvath nodded.

"But why? Who is he?"

"That's what I want to know," replied Harvath as he produced the wallet he had taken from the man.

"You picked his pocket?"

"Call it professional curiosity," he said as he withdrew the man's driver's license. "Evidently, our bombing target is fifty-three-year-old Anthony Nichols of Charlottesville, Virginia."

Tracy looked over her shoulder to make sure Nichols couldn't see what they were doing. "Virginia? What is he, CIA?"

"According to his business card he is Professor Emeritus and Resident Scholar in the Corcoran Department of History at the University of Virginia."

"Which could mean anything."

Harvath kept looking through the man's wallet. It contained everything one would expect it to -- credit cards, various membership cards, a small paper envelope with a hotel key card and room number written on it, as well as a smattering of other people's battered business cards.

Harvath was just about to give up when he recognized something about the last card. Removing it from the stack, he studied it once more. It was for an insurance agent with an address in Washington, D.C., but that wasn't the important part. What had caught Harvath's attention was the phone number.

He had seen those ten digits before. In fact, he had them committed to memory. "I know this phone number," he said.

"What's it for?" asked Tracy.

"A private voice mail box belonging to the president of the United States."

And with that Harvath knew that whoever Anthony Nichols was, he was a lot more than a professor of history at UVA.

He was about to say as much to Tracy when she looked over at where Nichols had been sitting and said, "He's gone."Copyright © 2008 by Brad Thor

Continues...



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    Posted September 8, 2008

    WOW

    I do not normally read this kind of book, but after I had read the free chapters on his website, I was hooked and had to get it to read it. I find it very interesting and very much for our times. Fiction or not, there are many elements in this book that is real, such as Islam trying to take over our world, killing of people that dare to critizie it, trying to stop the truth from coming out. This is a must read, PERIOD.

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    Posted August 20, 2008

    A Strong Letdown

    For anyone familiar with the Scot Harvath series, I find it very difficult to not be disappointed with this latest installment. Although 'The Last Patriot' may have provided a DaVinci Code-like 'entertainment,' that is not what the rest of the series has been about and developed as for its fans. Rather than maintaining the previous integrity of the plotlines, the novel simply softens the premise to create a glorified treasure hunt set with a backdrop of sensitive religious/political issues. This book really only delivers at a very superficial level and lacks strongly in the intricately developed story lines previously provided by Brad Thor. As a fan of the series, I am tempted to rate the book even lower based on disappointment, but based on the commercial entertainment value it may provide standing on its own, the best I could still rate this book is a 3.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 15, 2009

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    A thriller...

    Good action thriller!

    "The Last Patriot" is part of a continuing series with the same main character. It was however, my first book by author Brad Thor. I came across the book randomnly and was instantly intrigued by the cover story.

    The book reminded me at times of the National Treasure movies, but on a much larger scale!

    This being my first Thor novel, I wasn't familiar with the main character of all his books, Scot Harvath, but grew to love him. He's smart, tough and virtually unbeatable!

    The historical side of the book, being the history of Muslims, Thomas Jefferson and the USMC, I found to be fascinating!

    Great story, great characters in this book, don't even try to guess the ending ahead of time! The book has a nice little section at the end, where the author talks about what is real and what facts / parts he made up for the book. His knowledge of the military / CIA / FBI & latest weapons and tactical gear also made for some interesting parts!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 25, 2009

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    Readable, But Confusing

    About halfway through this book, I still had no idea what was going on. Maybe it's the nature of political thrillers, which I rarely read, but there are so many characters, agencies, secret organizations, and subsets of the agencies and organizations in this story that I couldn't always remember which was which and who was who! The Americans, the French, the Islamists all get into the act. The basic story premise is sound: a version of Don Quixote, once owned by Thomas Jefferson, with secret references that may undermine radical Islam, is crucial to the future of the faith. A staggering number of individuals and groups (all seem to be introduced in the first few chapters) want to get their hands on this book, and the chase begins. Since so many in this cast of characters are killed off after a few chapters, things become easier to sort out in the last half of the novel, and I was finally able to enjoy the story.

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  • Posted February 19, 2009

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    a good historical fiction

    I enjoy a good book based on historical events. Brad Thor has written THE LAST PATRIOT about Thomas Jefferson and his inventions. He ties Islam, Jefferson's inventions and today's threats of America under attack together to create a story that held my attention to the very end.

    Scot Harvath is a Navy Seal turned covert Ops and finds himself embroiled in a race to locate the hiding place created by Jefferson of the last revelation of Mohammed. Nichols, a professor who has studied Jefferson documents in detail, is rescued by Harvath from a car bombing and the two of them work together to decipher the historic documents that will lead them to Mohammed's revelation.

    Secret hiding places, documents in ancient languages, a powerful assassin and the lack of time all work together to make this story one that is hard to put down.

    Armand Schultz, the reader, is clear and easy to listen to. He uses voice inflections to distinguish between the different characters and reads with the passion that the author intended the characters to have.

    I will definitely be reading more of Brad Thor's writings.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 15, 2008

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    Part Thriller

    We know that the author can write a real thriller, it's just that here the story got bogged down in a convoluted attempt to bring a historical mystery into the plot. It didn't work very well for me, but there were many parts of the story to enjoy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2008

    Amazing Book- not a long read

    An amazing book, this is an action packed book. You dwell to see what is around the next corner. It will get your heart racing and blood pumping waiting to see what comes next. I was not able to put this book down for the 3 days it took me to read it. This is by far one of the best books I have read in a long time (and I am only 15). Brad Thor is an amazing writer and brilliantly mixes fact and fiction. I swear when reading this book I kept thinking of National Treasure 3. I strongly encourage you buy and read this book, you wont regret a thing!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 1, 2013

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    The Last Patriot by Brad Thor - Book 7 of 11 of the Scot Harvath

    The Last Patriot by Brad Thor - Book 7 of 11 of the Scot Harvath series

    Anthony Nichols, a history professor at the University of Virginia, is on a secret mission for Jack Rutledge, the US president. As he's about to be assassinated in Paris, Scot Harvath, a member of the White House secret service, saves him. In doing so, Scot thrusts back into the life he has desperately tried to leave behind.

    Professor Nichols was studying Thomas Jefferson's war against the Muslims - the first Barbary war of 1805, where Mr. Jefferson discovered that there was a final revelation written by the prophet Mohammed, in which the prophet rejected the use of jihad.

    Needless to say, Saudi Arabia and extremist Islamism are doing everything in their power to suppress this document.

    This is a cookbook thriller, and it was a pleasant surprise for me. Told from the third person point of view, it reads in a couple of days. Mr. Thor uses the historical relevance of the Koran with Jefferson's war against the Barbary pirates to create a thriller that is relevant today.

    The seventh in an eleven book series - as of today - I can see why Mr. Thor is so popular.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2013

    Highly recommended really like Scot Harvath series

    Highly recommended really like Scot Harvath series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2013

    Another great Brad Thor offering

    I have become a big Brad Thor fan and will continue to read through the Scot Harvath series. I can't wait to start the next one!

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  • Posted May 9, 2013

    This book can be difficult to follow, with its' many individuals

    This book can be difficult to follow, with its' many individuals and groups each pursuing the goal for their own reasons
    It can sometimes be hard to tell who are the bad guys and who are the good guys. (see Clancy's  'Red Storm Rising').
    In this, it highly resembles Tom Clancy (not his collaborations). 
    Brad Thor is up to the task, and his books are well worth the effort it takes to get through them.
    What makes this book stand out for me is the title. 
    It would appear to be obvious 'The Last Patriot' must be a reference to Horvath, but go back and think about it again after you have read the entire book for a mind-blowing revelation.
    Bravo, Brad Thor!

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  • Posted February 15, 2013

    He doesn't get better; he is better

    Brad Thor writes with intelligence with his interweaving of fact and fiction. As always, when reading his books I feel immersed in the action. Scott Harvath is my kind of hero. Am looking forward to the next book in this series. (No pressure, Mr. Thor ...)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2012

    Top notch suspense

    I could not put it down. Riveting!

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    Posted December 8, 2012

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  • Posted August 11, 2012

    One of my favorite Thor books. Harvath is really in his element

    One of my favorite Thor books. Harvath is really in his element here, and it shows. Wtiring is supurb.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2012

    Incredible- Must read, so cool

    Awesome book, one of my favorites in the series
    Loved the underground catacombs where Scott hides the tools of his trade
    Brad Thor should use that idea again, I loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    Coulfnt Could not put it down!

    It captures you from start to finish

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2011

    Highly recommended

    This is the first book I read and loved it. Only wish I could have read his books in order starting with the Lions of Lucerne, which is my favorite.

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  • Posted January 11, 2011

    A beach read turned into a real page turner

    this was an incredible read. my first Scot Harvath novel, and definitely not my last.

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  • Posted August 17, 2010

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    THE DA VINCI CODE meets NATIONAL TREASURE

    Wow. I absolutely love this book! If you enjoyed THE DA VINCI CODE or NATIONAL TREASURE then you will enjoy this book. One critic stated that this book is to the Koran what THE DA VINCI CODE was to the Bible. I agree with that analysis. This is a fun book to read, it is fast paced, and it is thrilling throughout. The characters are really well developed and Scot Harvath is the kind of bad-ass that you cannot help but cheer for throughout the novel. Brad Thor is an outstanding author!

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