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Just days before a massive exhibition opens at the New York Museum of Natural History, visitors are being savagely murdered in the museum's dark hallways and secret rooms. Autopsies indicate that the killer cannot be human, but the museum's directors plan to go ahead with a big bash to celebrate the new exhibiliton--in spite of the murders. Can a museum researcher find out what's going on before it's too late?
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Just days before a massive exhibition opens at the New York Museum of Natural History, visitors are being savagely murdered in the museum's dark hallways and secret rooms. Autopsies indicate that the killer cannot be human, but the museum's directors plan to go ahead with a big bash to celebrate the new exhibiliton--in spite of the murders. Can a museum researcher find out what's going on before it's too late?
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I worked with these guys at Tor/Forge. Great guys, excellent novelists. In this one there's a horrific beast chomping up mayhem in New York City's Museum of Natural History. Spooky beyond belief, Preston and Child take you deep within the museum's dark, labyrinthine bowels for one extraordinary, page-turning ride. The sequel, Reliquary, is also excellent. Probably one of the best sequels I've ever read. It almost -- almost -- tops The Relic.

--Andrew LeCount

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A monster on the loose in New York City's American Museum of Natural History provides the hook for this high-concept, high-energy thriller. A statue of the mad god Mbwun, a monstrous mix of man and reptile, was discovered by a Museum expedition to South America in 1987. Now, it is about to become part of the new Superstition Exhibition at the museum (here renamed the ``New York Museum of Natural History''). But as the exhibition's opening night approaches, the museum may have to be shut down due to a series of savage murders that seem to be the work of a maniac-or a living version of Mbwun. When the museum's director pulls strings to ensure that the gala affair takes place, it's up to a small band of believers, led by graduate student Margo Green, her controversial adviser and an FBI agent who investigated similar killings in New Orleans, to stop the monster-if the culprit is indeed a monster-from going on a rampage. Less horror then action-adventure, the narrative builds to a superbly exciting climax, and then offers a final twist to boot. With its close-up view of museum life and politics, plausible scientific background, sharply drawn characters and a plot line that's blissfully free of gratuitous romance, this well-crafted novel offers first-rate thrills and chills. Film rights optioned by Kennedy-Marshall Productions; audio rights to Brilliance Corp. (Jan.)
Library Journal
One suspects that Child, who has edited numerous ghost and horror anthologies (e.g., Dark Company, St. Martin's, 1984), read Dinosaurs in the Attic (LJ 10/15/86), Preston's wonderful history of the American Museum of Natural History, and decided the pair should collaborate on a horror novel in this wonderfully spooky setting. The heroes (an FBI agent and a journalist) and heroine (a spunky graduate student) wander through basements, sub-basements, and tunnels, searching for the savagely murderous predator inadvertently sent to the museum from the Amazon. Despite the headless bodies turning up all over, the museum director is determined to proceed with the lucrative opening ceremony for the new "Superstition" exhibit. Then the monster gets loose among New York's rich and powerful. This is a real page-turner, part Jaws, part Poseidon Adventure. Essential for horror collections.-Marylaine Block, St. Ambrose Univ. Lib., Davenport, Ia.
School Library Journal
YA-This electrifying thriller opens in an unexplored, mysterious corner of the Amazon basin. A Museum of Natural History expedition is seeking the legendary Kothoga tribe in quest of the vile secret it conceals. The thoroughly terrified tribes nearby infer that the Kothoga and their malicious ways are too awful to discuss with outsiders, except to issue dire warnings. The expedition dissolves, with most of its members opting out of the territory with alacrity, only to perish in a plane crash. Two zealous individuals who heedlessly press on into the jungle vanish, but not before making the horrifying discovery they sought. The crates of the lost expedition, however, arrive back in New York City intact, and are consigned to the basement for cataloging. The story picks up back at the museum where murders have begun to occur with dreadful frequency. Forensics reveal the death blows were delivered with unusual strength, the corpses were dismembered with savage violence, and the perpetrator has mighty unusual DNA patterns. The NYPD, the FBI, and enterprising museum research assistants join efforts to solve the grisly murders but are stonewalled by officials in the head office who plan a revenue-generating exhibition of Amazonian artifacts, recklessly ignoring the impending danger to staff and visitors alike. While the story line contains a bit too much of museum politics and logistics that don't quite mesh, the suspense is sure to please fans of Michael Crichton and Stephen King.-Catherine Noonan, Fairfax County Public Library, VA
Carl Hays
With movie and multiple translation rights already sold, "Relic"'s publicity-hungry publisher is solicitously billing the thriller as ""Alien" meets "Jurassic Park"." Although the book's premise is strictly standard horror fare--a flesh-ripping creature runs loose in New York's Natural History Museum--Preston and Child's refreshing penchant for realistic detail elevates their tale far above Crichton's. The apparent relic here is a sacred stone icon that leaves a perished Amazonian expedition and several mutilated bodies in the wake of its shipment to New York. As clawed corpses begin to accumulate in the museum's dim sub-basement, doctoral student Margo Green and iconoclastic evolutionary theorist Dr. Frock become key players in tracking the killer and inadvertently exposing the real relic, a 65-million-year-old virus with the power to completely and insidiously transform human flesh. Preston and Child hit pay dirt with their wonderfully eerie rendition of New York's labyrinthine Natural History Museum. Containing just the right blend of gripping suspense, colorful characters, and credible science, "Relic" has all the ingredients for well-deserved best-seller status.
Orlando Sentinel
"The Relic is a straight thriller. That's like saying, however, that Die Hard was just another action adventure flick or that Gone With the Wind was just another Civil War film. Each stands as a superlative example of its type."
Chicago Tribune
"What might happen if a creature from 'Jurassic Park' came to New York City.
Albuquerque Journal
"Better than anything the theoretically recombiant team of Michael Crichton and Peter Benchley could ever hope to achieve."
The Tampa Tribune
"Want to pick up a thriller that arrives with the kinetic energy of a meteor smacking the Earth? Read The Relic[for] some of the most riverting passages ever contained between two covers."
Examiner & Chronicle San Francisco
"Jaws takes Manhattan."
From the Publisher

"What might happen if a creature from Jurassic Park came to New York City." -The Chicago Tribune

"Wildly cool...Thrill hounds couldn't ask for a creepier environment...a thriller staged in the world's scariest building, with no room for the squeamish." -Kirkus Reviews

Library Journal - BookSmack!
The first novel in the "Pendergast" series is a great next read for fans who enjoyed the immersive setting Beck created, as well as the relentless feel of the beast stalking its prey that permeates Beneath the Dark Ice. Exchanging icy caves for the creepy halls of the New York Museum of Natural History (aka the American Museum of Natural History), Preston and Child deliver a richly atmospheric tale that bends just a bit more toward horror than Beck's tale, but they offer all the fast-paced glee of a thriller. On the eve of the gala opening of a new exhibition on superstitions, a series of brutal murders takes place that leave investigators baffled—the autopsies lead to strange, impossible conclusions. What they do not know, and what a handful of people only suspect, is that a new acquisition, a statue of Mbwun, might have something to do with the slayings. Deep in the dark tunnels and forgotten rooms of the museum lurks a monster, and into the dark will go agent Pendergast and a scientist who will not yield. — Neal Wyatt, "RA Crossroads," Booksmack! 1/6/11
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780613576857
  • Publisher: Demco Media
  • Publication date: 7/1/2003
  • Series: Special Agent Pendergast Series, #1
  • Format: Library Binding
  • Pages: 474
  • Sales rank: 627,364
  • Product dimensions: 4.12 (w) x 6.94 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Douglas Preston
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.


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, " 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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By Child, Lincoln

Tor Books

Copyright © 2005 Child, Lincoln
All right reserved.

The Amazon Basin, September 1987
At noon, the clouds clinging to the top of Cerro Gordo broke free and scattered. Far above, in the upper reaches of the forest canopy, Whittlesey could see golden tints of sunlight. Animals--probably spider monkeys--thrashed and hooted above his head and a macaw swooped low, squawking obscenely.
Whittlesey stopped next to a fallen jacaranda tree and watched Carlos, his sweating camp assistant, catch up.
"We will stop here," he said in Spanish. "Baja la caja. Put down the box."
Whittlesey sat down on the fallen tree and pulled off his right boot and sock. Lighting a cigarette, he applied its tip to the forest of ticks on his shin and ankle.
Carlos unshouldered an old army packboard, on which a wooden crate was awkwardly lashed.
"Open it, please," said Whittlesey.
Carlos removed the ropes, unsnapped a series of small brass clasps, and pulled off the top.
The contents were packed tightly with the fibers of an indigenous plant. Whittlesey pulled aside the fibers, exposing some artifacts, a small wooden plant press, and a stained leather journal. He hesitated a moment, then drew a small but exquisitely carved figurine of a beast from the shirt pocket of his field jacket. He hefted the artifact in his hand, admiring again its workmanship, its unnatural heaviness. Then he placed it reluctantly in the crate, covered everything with thefibers, and reattached the lid.
From his rucksack, Whittlesey took out a folded sheet of blank paper, which he opened on his knee. He brought a battered gold pen out of his shirt pocket and began writing:
Upper Xingú
Sept. 17, 1987
I've decided to send Carlos back with the last crate and go on alone in search of Crocker. Carlos is trustworthy, and I can't risk losing the crate should anything happen to me. Take note of the shaman's rattle and other ritual objects. They seem unique. But the figurine I've enclosed, which we found in a deserted hut at this site, is the proof I've been looking for. Note the exaggerated claws, the reptilian attributes, the hints at bipedalia. The Kothoga exist, and the Mbwun legend is not mere fabrication.
All my field notes are in this notebook. It also contains a complete account of the breakup of the expedition, which you will of course know about by the time this reaches you.
Whittlesey shook his head, remembering the scene that had played itself out the day before. That idiotic bastard, Maxwell. All he'd cared about was getting those specimens he'd stumbled on back to the Museum undamaged. Whittlesey laughed silently to himself. Ancient eggs. As if they were anything more than worthless seed pods. Maxwell should have been a paleobiologist instead of a physical anthropologist. How ironic they'd packed up and left a mere thousand yards from his own discovery.
In any case, Maxwell was gone now, and the others with him. Only Carlos and Crocker, and two guides, had stayed. Now mere was just Carlos. Whittlesey returned to the note.
* * *
Use my notebook and the artifacts, as you see fit, to help restore my good standing with the Museum. But above all else, take care of this figurine. I am convinced that its worth to anthropology is incalculable. We discovered it yesterday by accident. It seems to be the centerpiece of the Mbwun cult. However, there is no other trace of habitation nearby. This strikes me as odd.
* * *
Whittlesey paused. He hadn't described the discovery of the figurine in his field notes. Even now, his mind resisted the memory.
Crocker had wandered off the trail for a better look at a jacamar; otherwise they'd never have found the hidden path, slanting down steeply between moss-slick walls. Then, that crude hut, half-buried among ancient trees, in the wet vale where daylight barely penetrated...The two Botocudo guides, normally chattering nonstop to each other in Tupian, shut up immediately. When questioned by Carlos, one of them just muttered something about a guardian of the hut, and a curse on anybody who violated its secrets. Then, for the first time, Whittlesey had heard them speak the word Kothoga. Kothoga. The shadow people.
Whittlesey was skeptical. He'd heard talk of curses before--usually, right before a request for higher wages. But when he emerged from the hut, the guides were gone.
...Then that old woman, blundering out of the forest. She was probably Yanomamo, obviously not Kothoga. But she knew of them. She had seen them. The curses she'd hinted at...And the way she'd just melted back into the forest, more like a jaguar yearling than a septuagenarian.
Then, they turned their attention to the hut.
The hut...Gingerly, Whittlesey allowed himself to remember. It was flanked by two stone tablets with identical carvings of a beast sitting on its haunches. Its claw held something weathered and indistinguishable. Behind the hut lay an overgrown garden, a bizarre oasis of bright color amid the green fastness.
The floor of the hut was sunken several feet, and Crocker almost broke his neck on the way in. Whittlesey followed him more carefully, while Carlos simply knelt in the entranceway. The air inside was dark and cool and smelt of decaying earth. Switching on his flashlight, Whittlesey saw the figurine sitting on a tall earthen mound in the middle of the hut. Around its base lay a number of strangely carved discs. Then the flashlight reached the walls.
The hut had been lined with human skulls. Examining a few of the closest, Whittlesey noticed deep scratch marks he could not immediately understand. Ragged holes yawned through the tops. In many cases, the occipital bone at the base of the skull was also smashed and broken off, the heavy squamosal bones completely gone.
His hand shook, and the flashlight failed. Before he switched it on again, he saw dim light filtering through thousands of eye sockets, dust motes swimming sluggishly in the heavy air.
Afterward, Crocker decided he needed a short walk--to be alone for a while, he'd told Whittlesey. But he hadn't come back.
* * *
The vegetation here is very unusual. The cycads and ferns look almost primordial. Too bad there isn't time for more careful study. We've used a particularly resilient variety as packing material for the crates; feel free to let Jorgensen take a look, if he's interested.
I fully expect to be with you at the Explorer's Club a month from now, celebrating our success with a brace of dry martinis and a good Macanudo. Until then, I know I can entrust this material and my reputation to you.
Your colleague,
* * *
He inserted the letter beneath the lid of the crate.
"Carlos," he said, "I want you to take this crate back to Pôrto de Mós, and wait for me there. If I'm not back in two weeks, talk to Colonel Soto. Tell him to ship it back with the rest of the crates by air to the Museum, as agreed. He will draw your wages."
Carlos looked at him. "I do not understand," he said. "You will stay here alone?"
Whittlesey smiled, lit a second cigarette, and resumed killing ticks. "Someone has to bring the crate out. You should be able to catch up with Maxwell before the river. I want a couple of days to search for Crocker."
Carlos slapped his knee. "Es loco! I can't leave you alone. Si te dejo atrás, te morirías. You will die here in the forest, Señor, and your bones will be left to the howler monkeys. We must go back together, that is best."
Whittlesey shook his head impatiently. "Give me the Mercurochrome and the quinine, and the dried beef from your pack," he said, pulling the filthy sock back on and lacing his boot.
Carlos started unpacking, still protesting. Whittlesey ignored him, absently scratching insect bites on the back of his neck and staring up toward Cerro Gordo.
"They will wonder, Señor. They will think I left you. It will be very bad for me," Carlos said rapidly, placing the items in Whittlesey's pack. "The cabouri flies will eat you alive," he continued, moving over to the crate and lashing it shut. "You will catch malaria again, and die this time. I will stay with you."
Whittlesey stared at the shock of snow-white hair plastered to Carlos's sweaty forehead. That hair had been pure black yesterday, before Carlos looked into the hut. Carlos met his gaze for a moment, then lowered his eyes.
Whittlesey stood up. "Adiós," he said, and disappeared into the bush.
* * *
By late afternoon, Whittlesey noticed that the thick, low clouds had returned to shroud Cerro Gordo. For the last I several miles, he had been following an ancient trail of unknown origin, barely a narrow alley in the brush. The trail cleverly worked its way through the blackwater swamps surrounding the base of the tepui, the soggy, jungle-clotted plateau that lay ahead. The trail had the logic of a human trail, Whittlesey thought. It moved with obvious purpose; animal tracks often wandered. And it was heading for a steep ravine in the shoulder of the approaching tepui. Crocker must have come this way.
He stopped to consider, unconsciously fingering the talisman--a gold arrow overlaid by another of silver--that had hung around his neck since childhood. Besides the hut, they'd seen no sign of human habitation for the last several days except a long-deserted root-gatherer village. Only the Kothoga could have created this path.
As he approached the plateau, he could see a few braids of water cascading down its steep flanks. He would camp at the bottom tonight, and make the thousand-meter ascent in the morning. It would be steep, muddy, and possibly dangerous. If he met the Kothoga--well, he would be trapped.
But he had no reason to think the Kothoga tribe was savage. After all, it was this other creature, Mbwun, to which local myth cycles ascribed all the killing and savagery. Strange--an unknown creature, supposedly controlled by a tribe nobody had seen. Could Mbwun actually exist? he wondered. Conceivably, a small remnant could be alive in this vast rain forest; the area was virtually unexplored by biologists. Not for the first time, he wished that Crocker hadn't taken his own Mannlicher .30 06 when he'd left camp.
But first, Whittlesey realized, he had to locate Crocker. Then he could search for the Kothoga, prove they hadn't died out centuries before. He'd be famous--the discoverer of an ancient people, living in a kind of Stone Age purity deep in the Amazon, on a plateau that floated above the jungle like Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World.
There was no reason to fear the Kothoga. Except that hut...
Suddenly, a sharp sickly smell assailed his nostrils, and he stopped. There was no mistaking it--a dead animal, and a big one. He took a dozen steps as the smell intensified. His heart quickened with anticipation: perhaps the Kothoga had butchered an animal nearby. There might be artifacts left at the site--tools, weapons, perhaps even something ceremonial in nature.
He crept forward. The sweet nauseating reek grew stronger. He could see sunlight in a patch of canopy high above his head--the sure sign of a nearby clearing. He stopped and tightened his pack, not wanting to be hampered in case he had to move fast.
The narrow trail, walled in by brush, leveled off and took a sudden turn into the head of the small clearing. There, on the opposite side, was the carcass of the animal. The base of the tree it lay against had been ritually carved with a spiral, and a bundle of bright green parrot feathers lay on top of the gaping, greasy brown rib cage.
But as he walked closer, he saw that the carcass was wearing a khaki shirt.
A cloud of fat flies roared and swarmed about the open rib cage. Whittlesey noticed that a severed left arm was lashed to the tree trunk with a fibrous rope, the palm sliced open. A number of spent cartridge casings lay around the body. Then he saw the head. It lay face up under the corpse's armpit, the back of the skull torn away, the cloudy eyes staring upward, the cheeks bulging.
Whittlesey had found Crocker.
Instinctively, Whittlesey began stumbling backward. He saw how rows of claws had flayed the body with obscene, inhuman strength. The corpse looked stiff. Perhaps--if God was merciful--the Kothoga had already departed.
Assuming it was the Kothoga.
Then he noticed that the rain forest, normally overflowing with the sounds of life, was silent. With a start, he turned to face the jungle. Something was moving in the towering brush at the edge of the clearing, and two slitted eyes the color of liquid fire took shape between the leaves. With a sob and a curse, he drew his sleeve across his face and looked again. The eyes had vanished.
There was no time to lose--he had to get back down the trail, away from this place. His path back into the forest lay directly ahead. He'd have to make a run for it.
Just then he saw something on the ground he hadn't noticed before, and he heard movement, ponderous yet horrifyingly stealthy, through the brush in front of him.
Copyright 1995 by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2011

    Typo's galore

    Though I'm only on pg 98, I still felt compelled to stop & write this review. I suppose this story is good enough, but I am so distracted by the typographical errors which abound that I can hardly focus on the plot. I don't know how such a hot mess made it past any sort of editing standard. My 3rd grader could catch most of this! What a disappointment.

    12 out of 21 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2012

    Great Book!

    This was a re-read for me. I read it years ago and decided to buy it again for my Nook and it was well worth the money all over again. It was my first introduction to Agent Pendergast who has since become one of my fav fictional detectives and the first but not the last Preston & Child book I read. Loved it! Great blend of mystery, horror and police procedural. I have read every Pendergast novel since and can't remember ever being disappointed. I would definitely recommend it.

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 30, 2010

    Enjoyable brain candy

    This book was a great mix of science, history, and fantasy. The action moved at a good pace and kept me interested enough that I finished it in just two days.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2010

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    I would read this again!

    this was my first Lincoln Child and Douglas Preston book and i thought they did such a good job. it was such a different idea i had to read it and i was glad i did. i have found a new set of authors that i can't wait to read each and every book.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 6, 2012

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    Better than the movie. Hey, I LIKE the movie (Yikes - those spe

    Better than the movie.

    Hey, I LIKE the movie (Yikes - those special effects do not hold up!), but the book is much better.

    The quote on the cover says that this book is "Far above Crichton's Jurassic Park". Now, of course that's crazy nonsense, but there are similarities between how Crichton writes a thriller and this story. Namely, the plot unfolds at a good clip, and is interesting and suspenseful enough that I always roll right into the next chapter. Also thought the end was great, if I had book 2 handy, I would already be halfway through it. A great start to the series!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2010

    Hello NYC

    This is the first book in a very exciting series. I love that the New York City's American Museum of Natural History plays a starring role in the frist few books and love all the New York facts and fiction thrown in to spice and flavor the book. THe story itself was over the top but i fell in love with the characters, Pendergast, Smithback, Nora and dear sweet D'Agosta are a great team. I ordered the next 3 books in the series before i finished Relic, i have read the entire series to date and you can't go wrong. Lots of twists and turns in this book and just enough pages to get you hooked and running out to buy the next book. If you continue through the series you will find yourself worrying, laughing and loving the main characters. Enjoy this series is a winner.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 24, 2013

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    Highly Recommend

    I just recently discovered the Special Agent Pendergast series and am so glad that I happened upon it. The first two books I read were the most recent, and was thrilled with both of them. I decided to look for more by these two authors and started right at the beginning with "Relic". I enjoyed this book very much, but it didn't have as much Pendergast in it as I thought it would. I am now Reading "Reliquary", with the same cast of characters, for the most part, and I think this book will be just as good as the first one.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 20, 2012

    This is my all time favorite book. The writing is exceptional a

    This is my all time favorite book. The writing is exceptional and a real page turner.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2012


    Great book! Jaws and Jurassic Park have nothing on Relic. This book is the beginning of a love affair for these characters. Pendergast, D'agosta, Smithback, and of course Mbwum, are some of the greatest characters ever. And if you want a book full of twists right through the last page, this is the one for you!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 3, 2011

    Highly recommended

    This book started out slow & gained momentem, once you get through the first part of the book it flys along at a furious pace. well written. I would read the book again.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 1999

    Amazing Thriller !

    A fast paced book with all the stops pulled out to create a masterpiece by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. If you enjoy mind twisting plots and non-stop action this is your book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 19, 2013

    An exciting page turner!

    If you like suspensful, character driven stories, this is a good one. The super agent is a little over the top, but not so much to be off-putting. The science was a tad fuzzy, but did not strain creduity. On the basis of this read, I purchased the following 5 books in the series.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 31, 2011

    Very good!

    This was actually one of the first books I ever read. I enjoyed it a lot, and I think they actually even did a movie.. but I don't think it was very good. The book is great though, check it out!

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2004


    Could not put this book down. It was my first Preston-Child book but certainly not my last. A real page-turner. And a great shocker at the end. Any avid reader of thrillers MUST read this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 20, 2013

    Great Book

    I love this series and am now on book 4. The main character is an enigma and I thoroughly him.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2013


    What a great, scaaaaarrrrrry story!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2013

    Reading Relic has Changed my view of museums being creep..and....THEY ARE!

    Good book....hooked on another series of books!!! THANKS MICHAEL!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2013

    Love Pendergast

    Pendergast is such a character -- I'm addicted.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 24, 2012

    Highly Recommend

    Excellent book. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I enjoy the Preston
    and Child books very much.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2011


    Great read, first book of the pendergast series which I loved.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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