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In the tiny African nation of Eritrea, the American spy satellite Medusa has crashed but not before its sensors revealed an underground kimberlite pipeline, the telltale sign of a huge load of diamonds. The mine turns out to be King Solomon's Lost Mine, but with it is a tale of heartbreak—-it was children who worked and died in the mine for 400 years, leading to many local myths of curses. It is also practically on the border with a very unfriendly Sudan. Throw in two warring Israeli factions, a hidden monastery ...

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Overview

In the tiny African nation of Eritrea, the American spy satellite Medusa has crashed but not before its sensors revealed an underground kimberlite pipeline, the telltale sign of a huge load of diamonds. The mine turns out to be King Solomon's Lost Mine, but with it is a tale of heartbreak—-it was children who worked and died in the mine for 400 years, leading to many local myths of curses. It is also practically on the border with a very unfriendly Sudan. Throw in two warring Israeli factions, a hidden monastery guarding an ancient secret, an evil Italian businessman with his own army, and an incredible amount of derring-do and you have one terrific action novel. In the Medusa Stone by Jack DuBrul readers will find an intricate tale filled with action and intrigue. DuBrul is only thirty years old but he is already being compared to the very best in the spy and thriller genre.

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“[The Medusa Stone’s] nearly 500 pages of fast-paced prose propel Du Brul closer to the front ranks of thriller authors.”—Publishers Weekly
 
“With novels like Charon’s Landing, Vulcan’s Forge, and now The Medusa Stone, Jack Du Brul is one of the leaders of adventurous intrigue novels. The story line of his latest thriller continually ebbs and flows, but each new spurt builds the tension even further until the audience realizes that this is a one sitting novel in spite of its size. Philip is a fabulous lead character and the support cast brings to life Eritrea and some questionable activities in the Mediterranean area. However, in hindsight what makes Mr. Du Brul’s novel a strong candidate for adventure book of the year is the brilliant fusion of Eritrea, its people and customs woven into a dramatic plot.”—Midwest Book Review

 

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  • ISBN-13: 9781567408980
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 4/11/2000
  • Series: Philip Mercer Series , #3
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Abridged
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 7.08 (h) x 1.17 (d)

Meet the Author

Jack Du Brul is the author of numerous thrillers, and he has also collaborated with Clive Cussler on the New York Times bestseller Dark Watch and the upcoming Skeleton Coast. Du Brul was educated at the Westminster School and holds a degree in international relations from George Washington University. He lives in Vermont with his wife, Debbie.

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Northern Eritrea

The Toyota was a speck in the vastness of the desert, moving just ahead of the billowing dust of its wake. The twin scars of its tire prints ran off to the infinity of the horizon. Other than the truck, nothing moved in the desert—no animal or bird, no lizard or crawling insect ventured out into the torturous heat. While rain fell on the eastern part of the country and angry masses of clouds were visible in the distance, the storms had not yet come to the Hajar region. The desert floor was cracked, split open in a natural process that tripled its surface area and would allow a greater amount of water to be absorbed when it finally did rain. It was as if the soil itself needed the precious water to survive.

Mercer drove recklessly, trusting his own reactions and the vehicle's speed in case they drove over any of the anti-personnel mines sown on the open plain. If they hit a larger antitank mine, nothing he could do would save their lives. Gibby sat next to him, his hand braced against the dash while Selome grimly gripped a ceiling strap in the back, her eyes riveted out the rear window.

Do you see them yet?' Mercer shouted over the engine's roar.

No, not yet,' Selome replied hoarsely. Oh shit, I see them now.'

Mercer shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror for a second and spied the pursuing four-wheel drive. At this distance, it was only a sparkling reflection, a jewel pinned to the desert by dust blowing up behind it.

Sorry, guys,' he called darkly. I don't think we're going to make it.'

They had started their drive from the camp two hours after dawn. Mercer and Habte, with the help of Abebe, had laid the explosive charges Mercer had fashioned during the night by premixing the ammonium nitrate and fuel oil in a dozen one-gallon metal cans. At dawn, the three of them had dug holes into the mountain according to a plan Mercer had devised to maximize the shots and tumble the overhanging walls of their excavation.

Once the holes had been dug and the charges buried, they scrambled back to ground level, moved the vehicles to a safe distance, and waited while Mercer made the final connections to the battery-driven detonator. He called the countdown but gave Gibby the honor of shooting the amfo. The boy had practically begged. The fuses burned at twelve thousand feet per second, so it seemed the detonations were instantaneous, but a cascade compression wave had been created in the rock that built steadily in fractions of seconds.

If Gibby was disappointed by the small geysers of dirt thrown up by the detonation, he was delighted by their final results. The man-made chasm they had laboriously dug into the mountain collapsed inward at the same instant the bulk of material above let go, creating a long-slide avalanche that carried tons of dirt nearly four hundred yards from the slope. Gibby let out a whoop that echoed even as the rumble subsided. Abebe, Habte, and the other driver took up the cry, and even Mercer gave a victorious shout. The blast had been better than even he had anticipated.

Okay, boys, you know what to do,' Mercer said.

It would take two days to remove the rubble from the blast, but when the arduous task was finished, they could continue to chip away at the mountain to expose the mine entrance without fear of a cave-in. Mercer had set the charges high enough on the hillside to ensure that the blast went outward rather than into the mountain, so he was not concerned with damaging the ancient workings below.

Selome and Gibby had left the Valley of Dead Children with Mercer while Habte and the others tore into the heaps of debris. They had packed for a couple of days in case it took them longer to find the monastery, but Gibby assured Mercer that he could locate it quickly.

It was Selome who had first spotted the other vehicle. She had noticed it when they were no more than half an hour away from the entrance to the valley and immediately alerted Mercer. This can't be good,' he said.

It could be another survey team looking for minerals that just happen to be in the same area,' Selome suggested lamely.

Mercer didn't waste the time to respond. As soon as he saw the truck cresting a hill behind them, he'd started to accelerate. Immediately, the other vehicle took up the chase. Once, when the other truck had gained enough ground for them to recognize it as a Fiat, a winking light appeared in the passenger-side window. An instant later, feathers of dust exploded in the wake of the fleeing Toyota; mid-caliber machine-gun fire. No matter how hard Mercer pushed their battered Toyota, the pursuing truck was quicker. It was only Mercer's driving skills and his ability to read the terrain that had kept them out of weapon's range again.

But now, out in the open, the Fiat was rapidly closing.

What do you mean, we're not going to make it?' Selome asked.

They've got a newer, faster four-wheel drive.' A gust of wind nearly tore the steering wheel from his grip. When he was back in control, he continued. There's no place to lose them out here because our tire prints and the dust this pig is kicking up are going to give us away.'

Neither Selome nor Gibby could argue.

Another happy fact,' Mercer said after a minute of silence, is the land mines. If this region is covered with them, which everyone tells me it is, we're going to hit one. It's just a matter of time.' Even an anti-personnel variant would stop the Toyota dead.

Maybe those guys behind us will hit one first.'

Not if they drive in our tracks.'

Another blast of wind hit the Toyota. On a horizon that was rushing toward them, the storm clouds piled into towering walls that blocked the distance like dark curtains. It was frightening, an awesome display of natural fury.

How long before it hits?' Mercer asked quickly.

I don't know,' Gibby shouted over the wind whipping through the Toyota's open windows. I have seen storms like that stay over one area for days and not move at all.'

Are you kidding me?'

It's true,' Selome yelled from the backseat. These storms usually hug the ground and can't get over the mountains. Often, rain won't fall from them for days, even weeks.'

That means the air in front of them compresses against the hills and springs back, creating—' Mercer's voice was choked off as the air around the truck came alive.

The sandstorm blew up so suddenly and violently that the trio was coughing before they could close the windows. The Land Cruiser filled with a dark amber light that shifted constantly as the storm raged over them. The sky screamed as sand was stripped off the surface of the desert and blown thousands of feet into the air. Mercer slowed the Toyota, his visibility down to zero.

Jesus,' he muttered as the storm unbelievably intensified. Already the windshield was opaque. Selome gave a little cry from the backseat and Gibby stared goggle-eyed into the maelstrom. The wind shoved the Toyota so hard it felt as if they were still speeding over the broken ground.

Selome, how far behind was the other truck?' Mercer shouted.

I don't remember.'

Come on,' he prompted. He could see the terror in her eyes when he twisted around to look at her. Just give me your best guess.'

Half a mile, maybe.'

All right. The storm's going to erase our tire tracks, but we're still too close to the Fiat. When this mess blows over, they're going to spot us in a second.'

What can we do?' Gibby asked.

We're going to continue on.' Mercer's jaw clenched with determination.

But you can't see,' Selome cried.

Sure I can. I just can't see outside of the truck.' The joke felt flat to Mercer's ears too.

He replayed the last image of the desert he'd seen before the dust had obscured it, studied it in his mind, and engaged the transmission, gambling that the driver of the other truck wouldn't budge until after the storm had passed. The Toyota crept forward, Mercer driving from memory. The desert floor had been relatively flat before the storm had hit, so he wasn't overly worried about any sudden drops or dips, but as the wind pummeled the side of the Land Cruiser, keeping them on a straight course was next to impossible.

Ten minutes trickled by, the Land Cruiser crawling blindly through the twisting slashes of wind and sand, Mercer's hand slick on the steering wheel, his body attuned to any attitude shifts that would signal a hill or a valley. Then as suddenly as it had started, the storm blew over them and they were in the clear. Even before his eyes could adjust to the sudden burst of sunlight, Mercer floored the accelerator, flinging Gibby and Selome back in their seats. They had a precious few minutes before the sand settled around their pursuers.

Selome, keep your eye out for that Fiat and tell me the instant you see it.'

There was a series of low hills a half mile ahead, and Mercer was hoping that they would be behind them before she saw the other vehicle. If the three of them were spotted first, it would all be over.

Anything?'

No, the storm is still hanging on back there. I can't see them. I think—'

The Toyota catapulted in the air, throwing off smoking hunks of body work and bits of its undercarriage. The thunder of the explosion drowned out the screams of the passengers. Crashing on its three remaining tires, the Land Cruiser flipped on its side, its front fender plowing a deep furrow into the soil.

A perfect soldier' had waited decades to strike its deadly blow. Designed as an antipersonnel weapon, the Soviet-built landmine did not have the power to destroy the Toyota, and because of the vehicle's speed, much of the detonative force was released under the engine rather than below the wheel that had activated its primer. With most of its energy absorbed by the engine block, only a tenth of the charge blasted into the cab. It was more than enough.

The last thing Mercer remembered clearly was the sound of Selome's voice. Then he was assaulted by a jumbled whirl of images, screams, and pain, the earth erupting under the Land Cruiser and the jarring crush as it slammed into the ground again.

His ears ringing, Mercer wiped his face, and his trembling hand came away covered with blood. His whole body ached as his senses slowly returned. He couldn't feel the pain that would indicate a wound capable of producing the amount of blood splattered on his clothes. His first thought was Selome. He tried to turn and check on her, but he couldn't move from where he was wedged under the steering wheel. A heavy weight pressed on him, and he recognized it was Gibby. Or what was left of him.

The explosion had been channeled into the passenger-side foot well, shredding the boy's legs so badly that only a few stringy bits of flesh kept them attached to his body. Massive tissue trauma had killed him immediately, but ropes of blood still drooled from the ragged wounds, pouring onto Mercer, saturating him. Seeing the dead Eritrean sharpened Mercer's mind, and vomit flooded his mouth. He choked it back painfully.

Selome?' he called.

She was sobbing. Thank God! Slowly, he eased Gibby's body off him. When he stood on the smashed-in door, a wave of nausea nearly dropped him back on top of the corpse. He ignored any injuries he might have and concentrated on Selome. She lay curled on the driver's-side rear door, her face cupped in her hands, her shoulders heaving. Mercer called her name again and finally she looked up. Her face was filthy, her hair bushed around her head, but he saw no blood, and while her eyes were made enormous by fear, she didn't appear to be in shock.

Give me your hand.' He hadn't forgotten the Fiat still behind them. We have to get out of here.'

She reached for him tentatively, and as soon as her fingers laced with his, Mercer pulled her to her feet. She winced when her weight pressed against her right foot, the one closest to the explosion. Are you okay?'

I don't know.' Her voice was small and frail.

We have to get moving. That other truck will be on us in no time.' Mercer looked beyond the shattered rear window and saw a plume of dust speeding out of the shifting sandstorm like some questing tentacle. The Fiat was too distant to see yet, but Mercer knew he only had minutes before it reached them.

Give me your gun,' he demanded quickly.

What?'

Your gun, Selome, give it to me.'

What are you talking about?'

Her acting job was unconvincing. We have about five minutes before they reach us, and if you want to live beyond then, give me your goddamned gun.'

She stared at him, her face a mixture of fear and confusion, then she reached into her knapsack to retrieve a big automatic. How did you know?'

Even in this situation, Mercer felt relief that the wall of secrecy between them was starting to come down.

I'll tell you later. You know, we could have used this in the cattle pens in Asmara.' Mercer took the Heckler and Koch. Selome shrugged but couldn't meet his eye. Mercer levered himself out of the destroyed four-wheel drive, twisted on his perch, and lowered his hand back to Selome. Climb up to me. I'll help you, but don't look in the front seat. Gibby didn't make it.'

The Fiat's trail of dust no longer merged with the storm dying behind it. Mercer jumped to the ground, held up his arms, and Selome leaped to him. Stay here.'

At the back of the Toyota, a five-gallon jerry can of gasoline was clamped tightly in a special bracket. Mercer unclipped it from its mounts, grabbed a pair of knapsacks that had been tossed from the roof storage rack, and returned to Selome's side. The crater left by the landmine looked like a tiny, smoking volcano. He judged that the Land Cruiser had been thrown nearly fifteen feet by the blast.

What are we going to do? We're in the middle of a mine field.'

Mercer didn't answer her question, nor could he ignore it either. The desert here was loose and sandy, the surface raked smooth by the storm. However, there was a rocky outcrop about fifty yards away that would be free of mines. The trick was to get from the stranded Toyota to the rocks without blowing themselves up and doing it quickly enough so the pursuing Fiat didn't discover their escape. He twisted the lid off the gas can and began dumping its contents onto the Land Cruiser.

Mercer, I need to get—'

He cut her off. No time. I'm sorry.'

The Fiat was about a half mile away; its roof was visible as it drove in a shallow depression. Mercer scanned the ground as he worked, hoping to see the imprints of mines, but praying he'd never see another one again. Finished dousing the vehicle, he led her a few yards away, using its battered hulk to cover their escape. Whenever he was working in the field, Mercer carried half a dozen cigarette lighters with him. It was a safety precaution that went way beyond the Boy Scout motto, but he'd been in situations where he'd needed all of them.

Using his left hand, he sparked open a Zippo and tossed it underhand into the pool of gasoline beneath the Toyota. In a continuous motion, he began shooting into the ground as a whooshing explosion engulfed the four-wheel-drive, masking the sharp cracks of the H&K. A wall of heat overwhelmed them as they stood in the open. Selome tried to move away from the raging flames, but Mercer held her wrist tightly. He fired off the entire magazine, walking his shots toward the boulders a short way off, each bullet plowing a small crater in the dirt roughly five feet beyond the previous one. Had a round hit a mine, it would have carried the power to detonate the charge, but there was no secondary explosion.

Mercer released Selome's hand and jumped into the first pock created by the 9mm bullets.

Land where I step,' he cautioned and jumped again, leaping into the next shallow depression.

It took every bit of his balance to land in the tiny craters, teetering on one foot for breathless seconds, his arms windmilling until he could center himself again. Then he would leap to the next, Selome at his heels. Unencumbered by the two knapsacks Mercer carried, Selome bounded easily, her long legs covering the distance with the grace of a gymnast. If her foot was bothering her, she didn't let it show.

Give me another clip,' Mercer said when he reached the last impact hole.

That's what I wanted to go back for,' Selome answered. The rest of my ammo was in the Toyota. I don't have any more.'

Mercer's eyes went wide as he stared at the seventy-five feet of open space separating them from the safety of the rocks; seventy-five feet of mine-sown no-man's land with only one way across. He couldn't hear the engine noise of the approaching Fiat over the fiery eruption behind them, but he knew only a few seconds remained before the vehicle rumbled into view. Mercer took the deep, final breath of a man bent on suicide.

Fighting an instinct to yell and vent some of the pent-up emotion, he started running. It took his entire will not to stretch his gait to its fullest. He had to leave footprints close enough for Selome to use as stepping stones.

With every step, Mercer expected the detonation that would come like a sledgehammer at full swing; a shearing pain that at best would kill him and at worst would immobilize him for the pursuers to finish the job. He covered the first half of the distance without incident, but took no solace from this. The law of averages was working against him, and with every step, the ratio tipped more and more out of his favor. With just ten more feet to cover, he moaned aloud in frustration for not being able to leap those last few yards. He could have done it in a flying dive, but again he thought of Selome and took a step that cut the distance in half and made it safe for her.

Click.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent thriller

    After his adventures and romance in Alaska and Hawaii, mining engineer Dr. Philip Mercer is bored writing reports in DC. He mentions his lethargy to his eighty-year old drinking buddy Harry White. Undersecretary of State for African Affairs Prescott Hyde tries to hire Philip to locate a large diamond mine in the dangerous Northern Eritea. In spite of showing pictures taken from the Medusa satellite that crashed a decade ago, neither Prescott nor partner Selome Nagast convince Philip that a lode as large as that in South Africa has gone undetected. <P>Philip¿s mind is changed when a group of Mid-eastern terrorists abduct Harry, threatening to kill him if the mining engineer fails to find the mine in six weeks. Philip races to Africa to begin to search for a needle that might not exist in a haystack overrun by terrorists, outlaws, and deadly land mines. Philip quickly realizes that a second group is also interested in obtaining the diamond mine. Both groups share the goal that Philip must die. <P>With novels like CHARON¿S LANDING, VULCAN¿S FORGE, and now THE MEDUSA STONE, Jack DuBrul is proving he is one of the leaders of adventurous intrigue novels. The story line of his latest thriller continually ebbs and flows, but each new spurt builds the tension even further until the audience realizes that this is a one sitting novel in spite of its size. Philip is a fabulous lead character and the support cast brings to life Eritea and some questionable activities in the Mediterranean area. However, in hindsight what makes Mr. DuBrul¿s novel a strong candidate for adventure book of the year is the brilliant infusion of Eritea, its people and customs woven into a dramatic plot. <P>Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    great read

    mercer does not disappoint

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

    Dirk Pitt Meets Indiana Jones

    This story will be welcomed by those fans of Clive Cussler's and of the IJ movies. The hero of the story, Mercer, combines the love of geology and spelunking with a knack for getting into dangerous spots ... and then getting back out. For those who are interested in reading the series, you should definitely read them in the order written - you'll appreciate a lot of the tongue-in-cheek references to earlier stories. I bought five of Mr DuBrul's books and read them all in four days - and I'm looking forward to his next efforts.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2005

    Hold Your Breath

    This book actually had me holding my breath. There is one scene so tense, so gut wrenching, that I suddenly realized I was getting lite headed. I was so wrapped up in the read that the scene was having a physical affect on me. Now that's good writing. I recomended the book to a friend who had to put it down at this same scene. He waited a month before going back to finish because it had such a powerful effect on him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2000

    Bloody Good FUN!!

    I gotta admit, if you haven't read anything by Jack Du Brul, you ARE missing out! I honestly can't remember HOW I got linked up with his books, but I CAN tell you I will NOT let another book come hot off the press without me being there to pick it up on it's first day of release. Like many avid readers I have a short list of 'Absolute Favorite Authors' who I buy sight-unseen no matter what...add to that short list the name of Jack Du Brul. After a rather dull streak I found a copy of 'Vulcan's Forge' (used copy, I might add) and immediately I knew I had discovered something I was going to become attached to. I can't remember the last novel I have read by a first-time author that I enjoyed MORE. I also keep seeing these reviews who compare Du Brul with Cussler. Normally I would say that comparing someone to the Supreme Author of Action/Adventure fiction is just plain unfair...however after finishing 'Charon's Landing' I felt that the comparisons were more and more accurate. By the time I finished 'The Medusa Stone' I began to think that Cussler has in fact met his match. It is sad to think that someone, ANYONE could replace Dirk Pitt as my favorite adventurer in modern fiction...but Phillip Mercer is gaining ground, and he's doing it F-A-S-T. The plot of 'Medusa Stone' is complex, with many sub-plots moving in all directions...but NEVER without a purpose. No matter HOW far off the plot you THINK the story is going, don't worry--Du Brul KNOWS what he is doing, and he ties it all together in the end very nicely. The action is on just about every page, with intrigue piled on top of treachery on top of suspense. Just bloody good FUN! The best thing about NOT having read ANYTHING by Jack Du Brul is that you have something really cool to look forward TO: Three novels to read back-to-back! Now IF you are really lucky, and you time yourself just right, you might be able to finish 'Medusa Stone' in time to pick up the next Mercer adventure (hopefully we won't have to wait TOO LONG...hint, hint...). Simply put, if you consider yourself a Dirk Pitt fan, do yourself a SUPREME favor and get to know Phillip Mercer. Don't worry, don't think of it as cheating on Cussler, 'cuz Clive actually LOVES Du Brul, too! Don't wait! Head to the bookstore NOW! Hurry!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2000

    WOW! JACK HAS OUTDONE HIMSELF!

    This book shows that Jack has come into his own! Medusa Stone is jam packed with everything that an action adventure novel needs and more! The story line is tight and intriquing. By the end of the book you have to run for a glass of water. You go through every emotion possible in this story. Jack Du Brul has proven himself to be worthy of praise from Clive Cussler! Jack will be with us for many years! The only drawback was that the book didn't come out in hardback! Enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2000

    An excellent page turner!!!

    I happened upon The Medusa Stone by accident in the book store. I never heard of the writer before, but figured I would give it a shot. I have to tell you that ever since I read that book, Jack Du Brul is now my favorite new author!! I can't wait until he puts out a new novel. His writing style was very comfortable. He wrote in a way that I could relate to, especially with his humor. I would recommend any one of his books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2000

    Medusa Stone--Another Bestseller

    ¿Medusa Stone¿ is Jack Du Brul¿s latest foray into the swirling vortex that is the life of Dr. Philip Mercer. From Tiny¿s Bar in Washington DC to Leonardo da Vinci Airport in Rome to the Valley of Dead Children in the war-torn African nation of Eritrea, Du Brul follows the latest exploits of his hero, known to friend, foe, and fan alike as Mercer, and his not-quite trust-worthy ¿partner¿ Selome Nagast as they hunt for a treasure greater than any ever found in the ravages of the Eritrean desert. The regular cast of Harry White, jockey-turned-bar-keep Tiny, and FBI Director Dick Henna make their appearances, along with a new cast of villains, which make this book one of the best reads of the year. ¿Medusa Stone¿ reaffirms Mr. Du Brul¿s already solid reputations as one of the dominant new authors today.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2000

    Jack is back and better than ever.

    Jack DuBrul's new book grabs you from the start and keeps you glued to the pages till the end. Mercer is offered the opportunity to search Africa for a new diamond mine, but declines. However, he is forced to reconsider after his friend, Harry, is kidnapped. Given an ultimatium, time wise, Mercer must rush to find the mine and somehow rescue Harry. Unknown to Mercer is the presence of a second group interested in the mine. Both groups share an interest, finding the mine, but for totally different ends. From his arrival in the Rome airport until the final air combat over the Red Sea Mercer is faced with numerous almost unsurmountable obstacles. Using his knowledge, skill and hunches he, with help from a few select confidantes, is able to solve the riddle of the Medusa photographs. The book grabbed me from the start and kept me enthralled all the way through. By far the best of Jack's books. Looking forward to number four, Pandora's Curse.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2000

    DuBrul's third winner

    Jack DuBrul is back and has another winner with his third novel, The Medusa Stone. The story centers around Phillip Mercer, geologist and adventurer extraordinaire. From his home in Washinton DC where his best friend is kidnapped, to strife ridden Eritrea in Northern Africa this is one fast paced action packed thriller. DuBrul's writing has the ability to put you right in the action and with this book there is lots of it. Phillip Mercer is under pressure to save his friend's life and solve the riddle of The Medusa Project with the help of his friend Dick Mercer in the FBI. The plot is brillant and sophisticated and will have you turning the pages at a furious pace until the dramatic conclusion is revealed. As with his two previous books, Charon's Landing and Vulcan Forge the writing, plot and cast of returning characters makes this book an absolute must read.

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