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Guy Carson is a brilliant scientist at GeneDyne, one of the world's foremost biochemical companies. When he is transferred to Mount Dragon, GeneDyne's high-security genetic engineering lab, his good fortune seems too good to be true.

Carson soon finds that it is. He learns that GeneDyne geneticists are tinkering with a common virus with an eye on the enormous profit to be had from a cure for the flu. Their cure involves permanently altering DNA in humans, and Carson's job is to ...

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Overview

Guy Carson is a brilliant scientist at GeneDyne, one of the world's foremost biochemical companies. When he is transferred to Mount Dragon, GeneDyne's high-security genetic engineering lab, his good fortune seems too good to be true.

Carson soon finds that it is. He learns that GeneDyne geneticists are tinkering with a common virus with an eye on the enormous profit to be had from a cure for the flu. Their cure involves permanently altering DNA in humans, and Carson's job is to stabilize the virus. But Carson starts to wonder if this is justifiable, even for the most noble medical cause. Altering genes is a risky job, and the possibility of creating another killer virus is very real. What's more, Mount Dragon harbors another secret that puts the world at horrifying risk.

At a secret bio lab in the southwest desert called Mount Dragon, secret research is underway that will provide immense benefit to all--or change the definition of "human" forever. Experimenting with DNA to find cures for horrible diseases is an admirable goal, but what happens to the human race when scientists permanently alter the genetic code? 6 cassettes.

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Mount Dragon is a brilliant, page-turning bio-thriller about a massive covert effort to discover artificial blood that goes horribly wrong. It's a timely and imaginative sizzler that is certain to leave you breathless.
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Preston and Child, who pooled their talents in last year's Relic (LJ 1/95), here provide a suspenseful romp combining genetic engineering, virtual reality, and scientific ethics. When Guy Carson is asked to join the elite group of scientists working at GeneDyne's mysterious Mount Dragon facility, he's overjoyed. There, he works on a grand scheme to alter humanity's DNA code in order to provide immunity to the flu. As expected in tales of this ilk, playing God has its risks, and things go horribly awry. Reader David Colacci employs a wonderful sense of pace in this exciting if sometimes preachy novel, which will do well in most popular collections.Mark Annichiarico, "Library Journal"
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"Mount Dragon is as marvelously complex as any thriller I've ever read . . . . It is nothing less than a tour de force!"—Stuart Woods, author of Choke on Mount Dragon

"A delightfully gruesome yarn and an apt mirror of our love-hate relationship with science."--Business Week on Mount Dragon

"The writing team that scared the willies out of readers with The Relic returns with a second, equally gripping novel of techno-terror . . . . It's a grand and scary story, with just enough grisly detail to stimulate real-life fears and characters full enough to engage the attention."-Publishers Weekly on Mount Dragon

"Dynamic duo Preston and Child once again demonstrate their mastery of the genre....The thrillfest runs full force to the very last page." —Kirkus Reviews on Mount Dragon

"Read this and you'll be panting for Preston and Child's next yarn." —Booklist

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781423356158
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 3/7/2008
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.37 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Douglas Preston
Douglas Preston, who worked for several years in the American Museum of Natural History in New York City, is the author of the acclaimed nonfiction works Dinosaurs in the Attic and Cities of Gold, and the novel, Jennie. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Lincoln Child has collected and edited numerous ghost and horror story anthologies, including Dark Company and Dark Banquet. Formerly a trade editor with St. Martin’s Press in New York City, he now lives in Morristown, New Jersey.

Biography

Douglas Preston was born in 1956 in Cambridge, MA, was raised in nearby Wellesley (where, by his own admission, he and his brothers were the scourge of the neighborhood!), and graduated from Pomona College in California with a degree in English literature.

Preston's first job was as a writer for the American Museum of Natural History in New York -- an eight year stint that led to the publication of his first book, Dinosaurs in the Attic and introduced him to his future writing partner, Lincoln Child, then working as an editor at St. Martin's Press. The two men bonded, as they worked closely together on the book. As the project neared completion, Preston treated Child to a private midnight tour of the museum, an excursion that proved fateful. As Preston tells it, "...in the darkened Hall of Late Dinosaurs, under a looming T. Rex, Child turned to [me] and said: 'This would make the perfect setting for a thriller!'" Their first collaborative effort, Relic, would not be published until 1995, by which time Preston had picked up stakes and moved to Santa Fe to pursue a full-time writing career.

In addition to writing novels (The Codex, Tyrannosaur Canyon) and nonfiction books on the American Southwest (Cities of Gold, Ribbons of Time), Preston has collaborated with Lincoln Child on several post-Relic thrillers. While not strictly a series, the books share characters and events, and the stories all take place in the same universe. The authors refer to this phenomenon as "The Preston-Child Pangea."

Preston divides his time between New Mexico and Maine, while Child lives in New Jersey -- a situation that necessitates a lot of long-distance communication. But their partnership (facilitated by phone, fax, and email) is remarkably productive and thoroughly egalitarian: They shape their plots through a series of discussions; Child sends an outline of a set of chapters; Preston writes the first draft of those chapters, which is subsequently rewritten by Child; and in this way the novel is edited back and forth until both authors are happy. They attribute the relatively seamless surface of their books to the fact that "[a]ll four hands have found their way into practically every sentence, at one time or another."

In between, Preston remains busy. He is a regular contributor to magazines like National Geographic, The New Yorker, Natural History, Smithsonian, Harper's, and Travel & Leisure, and he continues with varied solo literary projects. Which is not to say his partnership with Lincoln Child is over. Fans of the bestselling Preston-Child thrillers can be assured there are bigger and better adventures to come.

Good To Know

Douglas Preston counts among his ancestors the poet Emily Dickinson, the newspaperman Horace Greeley, and the infamous murderer and opium addict Amasa Greenough.

His brother is Richard Preston, the bestselling author of The Hot Zone, The Cobra Event, The Wild Trees, and other novels and nonfiction narratives.

Preston is an expert horseman and a member of the Long Riders Guild.

He is also a National Geographic Society Fellow, has traveled extensively around the world, and contributes archaeological articles to many magazines.

In our interview, Preston shared some fun and fascinating personal anecdotes.

"My first job was washing dishes in the basement of a nursing home for $2.10 an hour, and I learned as much about the value of hard work there as I ever did later."

"I need to write in a small room -- the smaller the better. I can't write in a big room where someone might sneak up behind my back."

"My hobbies are mountain biking, horseback riding and packing, canoeing and kayaking, hiking, camping, cooking, and skiing."

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Mount Dragon


By Preston, Douglas

Tor Books

Copyright © 2005 Preston, Douglas
All right reserved.



Guy Carson, stuck at yet another traffic light, glanced at the clock on his dashboard. He was already late for work, second time this week. Ahead, U.S. Route 1 ran like a bad dream through Edison, New Jersey. The light turned green, but by the time he had edged up it was red again.
"Son of a bitch" he muttered, slamming the dashboard with the fat part of his palm. He watched as the rain splattered across the windshield, listened to the slap and whine of the wipers. The serried ranks of brake lights rippled back toward him as the traffic slowed yet again. He knew he'd never get used to this congestion any more than he'd get used to all the damn rain.
Creeping painfully over a rise, Carson could see, a mere half mile down the highway, the crisp white facade of the GeneDyne Edison complex, a postmodern masterpiece rising above green lawns and artificial ponds. Somewhere inside, Fred Peck lay in wait.
Carson turned on the radio, and the throbbing sound of the Gangsta Muthas filled the air. As he fiddled with the dial, Michael Jackson's shrill voice separated itself from the static. Carson punched it off in disgust. Some things were even worse than the thought of Peck. Why couldn't they have a decent country station in this hole?
* * *
The lab was bustling when he arrived, Peck nowhere in sight. Carson drew the lab coat over his lanky frame and sat down at his terminal, knowing his log-on time would automatically go intohis personnel file. If by some miracle Peck was out sick, he'd be sure to notice when he came in. Unless he had died, of course. Now, that was something to think about. The man did look like a walking heart attack.
"Ah, Mr. Carson," came the mocking voice behind him. "How kind of you to grace us with your presence this morning." Carson closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then turned around.
The soft form of his supervisor was haloed by the fluorescent light. Peck's brown tie still bore testament to that morning's scrambled eggs, and his generous jowls were mottled with razor burn. Carson exhaled through his nose, fighting a losing battle with the heavy aroma of Old Spice.
It had been a shock on Carson's first day at GeneDyne, one of the world's premier biotechnology companies, to find a man like Fred Peck there waiting for him. In the eighteen months since, Peck had gone out of his way to keep Carson busy with menial lab work. Carson guessed it had something to do with Peck's lowly M.S. from Syracuse University and his own Ph.D. from MIT. Or maybe Peck just didn't like Southwestern hicks.
"Sorry I'm late," he said with what he hoped would pass for sincerity. "Got caught in traffic."
"Traffic," said Peck, as if the word was new to him.
"Yes," said Carson, "they've been rerouting--"
"Reroutin'," Peck repeated, imitating Carson's Western twang.
"--detouring, I mean, the traffic from the Jersey Turn-pike--"
"Ah, the Turnpike," Peck said.
Carson fell silent.
Peck cleared his throat. "traffic in New Jersey at rush hour. What an unexpected shock it must have been for you, Carson." He crossed his arms. "You almost missed your meeting."
"Meeting?" Carson said. "What meeting? I didn't know--"
"Of course you didn't know. I just heard about it myself. That's one of the many reasons you have to be here on time, Carson."
"Yes, Mr. Peck," Carson said, getting up and following Peck past a maze of identical cubicles. Mr. Fred Peckerwood. Sir Frederick Peckerfat. He was itching to deck the oily bastard. But that wasn't the way they did business around here. If Peck had been a ranch boss, the man would've been on his ass in the dirt long ago.
Peck opened a door marked videoconferencing room ii and waved Carson inside. It was only as Carson looked around the large, empty table within that he realized he was still wearing his filthy lab coat.
"Take a seat," Peck said.
"Where is everybody?" Carson asked.
"It's just you," Peck replied. He started to back out the door.
"You're not staying?" Carson felt a rising uncertainty, wondering if he'd missed an important piece of e-mail, if he should have prepared something. "What's this about, anyway?"
"I have no idea," Peck replied. "Carson, when you're finished here, come straight down to my office. We need to talk about your attitude."
The door shut with the solid click of oak engaging steel. Carson gingerly took a seat at the cherrywood table and looked around. It was a beautiful room, finished in hand-rubbed blond wood. A wall of windows looked out over the meadows and ponds of the GeneDyne complex. Beyond lay endless urban waste. Carson tried to compose himself for whatever ordeal was coming. Probably Peck had sent in enough negative ratings on him to merit a stem lecture from personnel, or worse.
In a way, he supposed, Peck was right his attitude could certainly be improved. He had to rid himself of the stubborn bad-ass outlook that did in his father. Carson would never forget that day on the ranch when his father sucker-punched a banker. That incident had been the start of the foreclosure proceedings. His father had been his own worst enemy, and Carson was determined not to repeat his mistakes. There were a lot of Pecks in the world.
But it was a goddamn shame, the way the last year and a half of his life had been flushed virtually down the toilet. When he was first offered the job at GeneDyne, it had seemed the pivotal moment of his life, the one thing he'd left home and worked so hard for. And still, more than anything, GeneDyne stood out as one place where he could really make a difference, maybe do something important. But each day that he woke up in hateful Jersey--to the cramped, unfamiliar apartment, the gray industrial sky, and Peck--it seemed less and less likely.
The lights of the conference room dimmed and went out. Window shades were automatically drawn, and a large panel slid back from the wall, revealing a bank of keyboards and a large video-projection screen.
The screen flickered on, and a face swam into focus. Carson froze. There they were: the jug ears, the sandy hair, the unrepentant cowlick, the thick glasses, the trademark black T-shirt, the sleepy, cynical expression. All the features that together made up the face of Brentwood Scopes, founder of GeneDyne. The Time issue with the cover article on Scopes still lay next to Carson's living-room couch. The CEO who ruled his company from cyberspace. Lionized on Wall Street, worshipped by his employees, feared by his rivals. What was this, some kind of motivational film for hard cases?
"Hi," said the image of Scopes. "How're you doing, Guy?"
For a moment Carson was speechless. Jesus, he thought, this isn't a film at all. "Uh, hello, Mr. Scopes. Sir. Fine. Sorry, I'm not really dressed--"
"Please call me Brent. And face the screen when you talk. I can see you better that way."
"Yes, sir."
"Not sir. Brent."
"Right. Thanks, Brent." Just calling the supreme leader of GeneDyne by his first name was painfully difficult.
"I like to think of my employees as colleagues," Scopes said. "After all, when you joined the company, you became a principal in the business, like everyone else. You own stock in this company, which means we all rise and fall together."
"Yes, Brent." In the background, behind the image of Scopes, Carson could make out the dim outlines of what looked like a massive, many-sided vault.
Scopes smiled, as if unashamedly pleased at the sound of his name, and as he smiled it seemed to Carson that he looked almost like a teenager, despite being thirty-nine. He watched Scopes's image with a growing sense of unreality. Why would Scopes, the boy genius, the man who built a four-billion-dollar company out of a few kernels of ancient corn, want to talk to him? Shit, I must have screwed up worse than I thought.
Scopes glanced down for a moment, and Carson could hear the tapping of keys. "I've been looking into your background, Guy," he said. "Very impressive. I can see why we hired you." More tapping. "Although I can't quite understand why you're working as, let's see, a Lab Technician Three."
Scopes looked up again. "Guy, you'll forgive me if I get right to the point. There's an important post in this company that's currently vacant. 1 think you're the person for it."
"What is it?" Carson blurted, instantly regretting his own excitement.
Scopes smiled again. "I wish I could give you specifics, but it's a highly confidential project. I'm sure you'll understand if 1 only describe the assignment in general terms."
"Yes, sir."
"Do I look like a 'sir' to you, Guy? It wasn't so long ago that I was just the nerdy kid being picked on in the schoolyard. What I can tell you is that this assignment involves the most important product GeneDyne has ever produced. One that will be of incalculable value to the human race."
Scopes saw the look on Carson's face and grinned. "It's great," he said, "when you can help people and get rich at the same time." He brought his face closer to the camera. "What we're offering you is a six-month reassignment to the GeneDyne Remote Desert Testing Facility. The Mount Dragon laboratory. You'll be working with a small, dedicated team, the best microbiologists in the company."
Carson felt a surge of excitement. Just the words Mount Dragon were like a magic talisman throughout all of GeneDyne: a scientific Shangri-la.
A pizza box was laid at Scopes's elbow by someone offscreen. He glanced at it, opened it up, shut the lid. "Ah! Anchovies. You know what Churchill said about anchovies: 'A delicacy favored by English lords and Italian whores.'"
There was a short silence. "So I'd be going to New Mexico?" Carson asked.
"That's correct. Your part of the country, right?"
"I grew up in the Bootheel. At a place called Cottonwood Tanks."
"I knew it had a picturesque name. You probably won't find Mount Dragon as harsh as some of our other people have. The isolation and the desert setting can make it a difficult place to work. But you might actually enjoy it. There are horse stables there. I suppose you must be a fairly good rider, having grown up on a ranch."
"I know a bit about horses," Carson said. Scopes had sure as hell done his research.
"Not that you'll have much time for riding, of course. They'll run you ragged, no point in saying otherwise. But you'll be well compensated for it. A year's salary for the six-month tour, plus a fifty'thousand-dollar bonus upon successful completion. And, of course, you'll have my personal gratitude."
Carson struggled with what he was hearing. The bonus alone equaled his current salary.
"You probably know my management methods are a little unorthodox," Scopes continued. "I'll be straight with you, Guy. There's a downside to this. If you fail to complete your part of the project in the necessary time frame, you'll be ex-cessed." He grinned, displaying oversized front teeth. "But I have every confidence in you. I wouldn't put you in this position if I didn't think you could do it."
Carson had to ask. "I can't help wondering why you chose me out of such a vast pool of talent."
"Even that I can't tell you. When you get briefed at Mount Dragon, everything will become clear, I promise."
"When would I begin?"
"Today. The company needs this product, Guy, and there's simply no time left. You can be on our plane before lunch. I'll have someone take care of your apartment, car, all the annoying details. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," said Carson.
"That makes things easier." Scopes smoothed down his cowlick, without success.
"What about my supervisor, Fred Peck? I was supposed to--"
"There's no time. Just grab your PowerBook and go. The driver will take you home to pack a few things and call whoever. I'll send what's-his-name--Peck?--a note explaining things."
"Brent, I want you to know--"
Scopes held up a hand. "Please. Expressions of gratitude make me uncomfortable. 'Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.' Give my offer ten minutes' serious thought, Guy, and don't go anywhere."
The screen winked out on Scopes opening the pizza box again.
As the lights came on, Carson's feeling of unreality was replaced by a surge of elation. He had no idea why Scopes had reached down among the five thousand GeneDyne Ph.D.s and picked him, busy with his repetitive titrations and quality-control checks. But for the moment he didn't care. He thought of Peck hearing thirdhand that Scopes had personally assigned him to Mount Dragon. He thought of the look on the fat face, the wattles quivering in consternation.
There was a low rumbling noise as the curtains drew back from the windows, exposing the dreary vista beyond, cloaked in curtains of rain. In the gray distance, Carson could make out the power lines and smokestacks and chemical effluvia that were central New Jersey. Somewhere farther west lay a desert, with eternal sky and distant blue mountains and the pungent smell of greasewood, where you could ride all day and night and never see another human being. Somewhere in that desert stood Mount Dragon, and within it, his own secret chance to do something important.
Ten minutes later, when the curtains closed and the video screen came once again to life, Carson had his answer ready.
Copyright 1996 by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child


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  • Posted January 21, 2012

    fascinating

    I was fascinated with the genetic research details in this medical mystery. Also the complex computer environment was compelling. The description was great and most of the characters seemed to have some depth. Very clever plot twists.

    It has some action and 1 very unneeded sex scene that came out of nowhere.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2005

    Another winner for Preston and Child

    I have read a number of books by these tag-team writers and have enjoyed all of them. This is another that I can recommend to anyone who is a fan of the medical thriller. The plot is straightforward: discover a cure for influenza which involves altering our DNA. Of course, you have your ego-maniac who wants to profit from the discovery and your hero who wants to help humanity. All-in-all,a great read for a rainy day.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2012

    This book will grab you and not let go.

    Preston and Child never cease to amaze me. I think the book had a wonderful plot line to follow all the way through it. Never a dull momement. It also made you think if this could really be possible. I don't miss a book by these authors!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 25, 2010

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    Why did I wait so long?

    I fell in love with these authors by reading the Pendergast novels. After exhausting those, I started with their other titles. For some reason, this book just didn't jump out and grab me until recently. It was AWESOME! After reading so many "far-fetched" plot-lines regarding creatures and such, this one was much more real and made you think about the possibility of it really happening. I highly recommend this book and all the others. Excellent!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    Entertaining read

    Solid, entertaining story. I thought it could have continued in a certain direction more than it did. I think the result could have been quite good, bordering on a classic. Nevertheless, it was what I've come to expect from Preston and Child - Smart, entertaining stories with good characters. My only issue continues to be the borderline omniscience that some of the characters have. I understand things need to be explained, but I don't think the characters need to necessarily understand everything. If they do, then I think more characters are needed to plausibly know all that is known by even a single character.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 17, 2012

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    THIS PRESTON/CHILD NOVEL ''GRABS YOU BY THE SEAT OF YOUR PANTS'' AND WILL NOT LET GO!!

    This action-packed novel takes readers on a ride not to be forgotten anytime soon.
    A SINGLE virus could wipe out the entire human race and that's a fact most of us would rather not contemplate.
    MOUNT DRAGON is a "Genie Bottle", full of thrills, suspense and a dose of reality.
    Once you open the cover and read the first chapter, you're hooked.
    There is no "putting the Genie back in this bottle." IMHO
    Definitely Recommend!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 6, 2012

    Entertaining - but prematurely climaxed

    I was expecting a high-tech story about genetics, and it certainly began that way. However, slightly under two-thirds of the way in to the story, it built up and climaxed. Then rather than roll over and go to sleep it (the story) just morphed into what seemed like a random western cowboy tale. Of course at that point, you're already interested and want to finish. But when you do, you feel let down... like you were led on... then just USED.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

    weak ending

    Last half of the book was a big disappointment. Weak as P&C books go.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2011

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    Great read.

    Entertaining, fast read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 23, 2008

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    A Disapointment For Me

    I have read everything that I could get my hands on by these authors, and have the ones that I have'nt read lined up to read in the near futhur. With that being said this book was by far the worst of thiers that I have read. If this was the first book of thiers that I read I probably wouldnt have read another one of thiers. These guys write great books together or alone. This one however I found to be boring and not as imaginitive as the others that I have read.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2002

    'MOUNT DRAGON' a book you can read a second time and a third.

    Mount dragon is one of the most intriuging books Ive ever read (like most of their books Ive read). Unlike some of his other books this one is filled with scientific realism yet is a fictional book. It will most likely keep you up all night if you like things such as computer hacking, sientific tampering with deadly diseases, or if you just like a good read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2000

    Typical good work by Preston and Child

    Seems like I've read a dozen virus books lately and yet Mount Dragon was still fresh. Good characters that you really care about. Preston and Child are must-reads with my wife and me.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2014

    One of my favorites. Loved the pull and tug of the blooming roma

    One of my favorites. Loved the pull and tug of the blooming romance amongst the action and chaos. Hats off....

    -David

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2014

    Iceheart

    Dips her head " okay."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2014

    Hailstar

    "Could you plz help advertise?"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2014

    Frank

    Probolly curesed and got loked out

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2013

    Avid Reader

    I enjoyed this book immensly. Great read. Couldn't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2013

    highly recommend

    I have been reading Preston and Child....for years and I'm getting to the end of all they've written and can't wait for more

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2013

    Apollo

    This is like how to train your dragon..)) he drops a cat in and hides.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2013

    Twisted Stories 3

    I sat ,or rather balled, as the car drove. I wish I never said I was reafy to go because I defently wasn't. When finally they actually noticed the state I was in, they scoched over for me to fling my legs out. That felt better. I smiled and gkanced out the window to see us coming up to a pub. I gasped! Mom would never let me near a pub. I looked up at Mom and she seemed pretty calm which was surprising. I tapped her on the shoulder and gave her the 'are you crazy' look and then turned atound. The car stopped and the doors opened automatically and I hopped out without a second thought. Professor Longbuttom and Professor Zember would be staying in the car while I went shopping with Professor Heartmouth and (what was it?) Professor Airstyle. 'What type of last name is Airstyle?' I wondered to myself. We came inside the pub place and walked down the stairs to a brick wall. What now? "We are on a dead end so how 'bout we turn back!" I said to the two prifessors who tooj me from my mom. Guess what they did next? They ignored me and thats not the end of it, Professor Heartmouth took out a stick and tapped the brick wall with it. How was that supposed to get us anywhere? The brick wall dissapeared and in its place was a street leading to a town. 'I must be dreaming', I thought and was about to pinch myself super hard but Professor Airstyle's hand snatched it and Professor Heartmoutj did the same with my other hand. We (or really them) started walk through the street. There was so many different smells abd sounds to what I was used to. First we stopped at some wand store and there I saw a pile if sticks and had wave them as if I was going to make a rabbit leap out of it. So as I continued doing this I asked the man,"what is going to happen when I finnish waving these sticks?" He chuckled and then told me something magical would happen. I sighed and kept on waving. "Try this one, darling! It's 14 inches and made of oak with a hair of a unicorn." I couldn't help thinking 'this is crazy' but I took the wand and waved it looking at the pile before me. "Thats the one darling!" He then packed it for me and Professor Airstyle payed him with some strange looking coins. We walked out and this time they didn't hold my hands which I was glad. We walked up to this bank called Gringotts and they had me wait infront while they went in. Fifteen minutes and thirty - two seconds later, they came out with a bag jingling with coins. "Lets go shopping!" Professor Airstyle exclaimed. And with that they picked me up as if I can't walk and we're off buying books with scary covers and buckets and stuff like that. It wasn't that enjoyable being with maniacs and being in a place that was so unique (wierd!). We finally stopped at the shop with the animal sounds."You can buy whatever animals you want!" Professor Heartmouth told me. I saw a beautiful jet black cat with gorgeous green eyes. I pointed to him. They nodded and ushered me forward. "Can I buy that black cat over there." I told the plump woman in the fromt ehile pointing. She nodded and walked over there and gave him to me. "His name's Razor." I nodded. Then I saw the owls. "Can I get that owl labled Tawny too!" "That is Tiger." Will be continued at mom res four. If you want to he part of my story, go to goul res one. To chat with me, goul res three. If goul isn't a real search, then try ghoul res one. Thank you!

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