Robert Ludlum's The Bourne Betrayal (Bourne Series #5) [NOOK Book]

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Already devastated by loss, Bourne is shattered by a report that his last friend in the world, Martin Lindros has gone missing. A CI deputy director, Lindros was in Ethiopia tracking suspicious shipments of yellowcake uranium and atomic bomb weaponry. His last lifeline to humanity, Bourne will not let Lindros go. Despite his hatred for CI, Bourne sets out to rescue his friend and finish the job: dismantling a terrorist network determined to build nuclear armaments by cutting off their source of money. But Bourne ...
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Already devastated by loss, Bourne is shattered by a report that his last friend in the world, Martin Lindros has gone missing. A CI deputy director, Lindros was in Ethiopia tracking suspicious shipments of yellowcake uranium and atomic bomb weaponry. His last lifeline to humanity, Bourne will not let Lindros go. Despite his hatred for CI, Bourne sets out to rescue his friend and finish the job: dismantling a terrorist network determined to build nuclear armaments by cutting off their source of money. But Bourne doesn't realize that these men, Islamic supremacists, are leaders of an incredibly dangerous, technologically savvy group with ties from Africa, across the Middle East, and into Eastern Europe and Russia. They have predicted Bourne's every move, and are counting on his unwitting help in their plans to destroy America.
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Publishers Weekly

In Lustbader's workmanlike second novel to continue the saga of Robert Ludlum's amnesiac assassin and spy (after 2004's The Bourne Legacy), Jason Bourne joins the war on terror. Troubled by visions of a woman dying in his arms, Bourne seeks psychiatric help, unaware that the doctor is an imposter who has tampered with the rogue agent's already messy and incomplete memories. That mental sabotage is part of a diabolical plan by Islamic terrorists to strike at Washington, D.C., led by Karim, a human chameleon who has fooled the CIA—and Bourne—into believing that he's actually deputy CIA director Martin Lindros. Aided by an attractive fellow agent who manages to overcome her distrust of Bourne, he races the clock to uncover the traitor within the intelligence community. Lustbader is less successful than Ludlum in dramatizing Bourne's inner torment—a feature that distinguished the character from many similar thriller heroes. (June)

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Conceived by Ludlum, crafted by van Lustbader: here's another tale featuring Jason Bourne, who rescues CIA buddy Martin from Africa and then begins having odd flashbacks. Is someone trying to brainwash him? Is the Martin he rescued the real Martin? Conveniently, you can see The Bourne Ultimatum on big screens this summer. Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Jason Bourne takes on nuclear-armed Muslim fundamentalists in this over-the-top adventure. Robert Ludlum may be gone, but Van Lustbader (The Bourne Legacy, 2004) once again takes his popular amnesiac hero out for a global spin. The action starts in Africa, where Bourne's one true friend, Martin Lindros, is hot on the trail of a possible nuclear bomb. The radioactive-fuel trail is a setup, of course, and soon Lindros is captured by fundamentalists led by the Western-educated Fadi. Despite the ambivalence of his agency, Central Intelligence, Bourne sets off to rescue him. But before he leaves D.C., Bourne agrees to see a memory specialist: A troubling vision of a bloody woman has been haunting him, along with a sense of terrible guilt, perhaps occasioned by the death of his wife, Marie. But the "treatment" he receives, really the implantation of false memories and emotional triggers, leads him into almost-deadly mistakes, first in Washington and then on the Odessa waterfront. Luckily, his beautiful, half-Arab colleague Soraya appears in time to save him, and she and a brave inner-city teen, Tyrone, almost steal the spotlight as the action continues on parallel tracks in Turkey and Afghanistan and also back home at Washington headquarters. Fadi, and his behind-the-scenes mastermind brother, make appealing villains. Once again, Bourne must fight his own agency as well as these resourceful would-be terrorists. With more than enough action and the kind of breathless writing that makes the pages fly, this would be another winner, except that Van Lustbader too often strains credibility. It becomes hard to believe that Bourne, a man known for his "animal instincts honed on stone and steel," couldmake as many life-threatening blunders as he makes here. The book's implausibilities will probably not deter fans, but some may think twice about continuing with the series.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446196321
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/5/2007
  • Series: Bourne Series , #5
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 27,909
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

ROBERT LUDLUM was the author of twenty-seven novels, each one a New York Times bestseller. There are more than 225 million of his books in print, and they have been translated into thirty-two languages. He is the author of The Scarlatti Inheritance, The Chancellor Manuscript, and the Jason Bourne series--The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bourne Ultimatum--among others. Mr. Ludlum passed away in March 2001. To learn more, visit www.Robert-Ludlum.com.

ERIC VAN LUSTBADER is most widely known as the New York Times bestselling author of twenty international bestselling thrillers including Ninja and Black Heart. He is also the author of two successful and highly regarded series of fantasy novels, The Sunset Warrior Cycle and The Pearl Saga. His novels have been translated into over twenty languages. www.ericvanlustbader.com
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Robert Ludlum's The Bourne Betrayal


By Eric Van Lustbader

Warner Books

Copyright © 2007 Myn Pyn, LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-58037-3


Prologue

THE CHINOOK CAME beating up into a blood-red sky. It shuddered in the perilous crosscurrents, banking through the thin air. A web of clouds, backlit by the failing sun, streamed by like smoke from a flaming aircraft.

Martin Lindros stared intently out of the military copter carrying him upward into the highest elevations of the Semien mountain range. While it was true that he hadn't been in the field since the Old Man had appointed him to the position of deputy director of Central Intelligence four years ago, he'd made sure that he'd never lost his animal edge. He trained three mornings a week at the CI field agent obstacle course outside Quantico, and every Thursday night at ten he washed away the tedium of vetting electronic intel reports and signing action orders by spending ninety minutes at the firing range, reacquainting himself with every manner of firearm, old, current, and new. Manufacturing action of his own served to assuage his frustration at not being more relevant. All that changed, however, when the Old Man approved his operations proposal for Typhon.

A thin keening knifed through the interior of the CI-modified Chinook. Anders, the commander of Skorpion One, the five-man squad of crack field operatives, nudged him, and he turned. Peering out the window at the shredding clouds, he saw the wind-ravaged north slope of Ras Dejen. There was something distinctly ominous about the forty-five-hundred-meter mountain, tallest in the Simien range. Perhaps that was because Lindros remembered the local lore: legends of spirits, ancient and evil, who supposedly dwelled on its upper reaches.

The sound of the wind rose to a scream, as if the mountain were trying to tear itself from its roots.

It was time.

Lindros nodded and moved forward to where the pilot sat strapped securely into his seat. The deputy director was in his late thirties, a tall, sandy-haired graduate of Brown who had been recruited into CI during his doctorate in foreign studies at Georgetown. He was whip-smart and as dedicated a general as the DCI could ask for. Bending low so he could be heard over the noise, Lindros gave the pilot the final coordinates, which security dictated he keep to himself until the last possible moment.

He had been in the field just over three weeks. In that time, he'd lost two men. A terrible price to pay. Acceptable losses, the Old Man would say, and he had to retrain himself to think that way if he was to have success in the field. But what price do you put on human life? This was a question that he and Jason Bourne had often debated, without an acceptable answer being reached. Privately, Lindros believed there were some questions to which there was no acceptable answer.

Still, when agents were in the field, that was another matter altogether. "Acceptable losses" had to be accepted. There was no other way. So, yes, the deaths of those two men were acceptable, because in the course of his mission he had ascertained the veracity of the report that a terrorist organization had gotten its hands on a case of triggered spark gaps somewhere in the Horn of Africa. TSGs were small, ultra-highenergy switches, used to turn on and off enormous levels of voltage: high-tech escape valves to protect electronic components such as microwave tubes and medical testing devices. They were also used to trigger nuclear bombs.

Starting in Cape Town, Lindros had followed a twisting trail that led from Botswana, to Zambia, through Uganda, to Ambikwa, a tiny agricultural village-no more than a fistful of buildings, a church and a bar among them-amid alpine pastureland on the slope of Ras Dejen. There he had obtained one of the TSGs, which he had immediately sent back to the Old Man via secure courier.

But then something happened, something extraordinary, something horrifying. In the beaten-down bar with a floor of dung and dried blood, he had heard a rumor that the terrorist organization was transshipping more than TSGs out of Ethiopia. If the rumor was true, it had terrifying implications not only for America, but for the entire world, because it meant the terrorists had in their possession the instrument to plunge the globe into nightmare.

Seven minutes later, the Chinook settled into the eye of a dust storm. The small plateau was entirely deserted. Just ahead was an ancient stone wall-a gateway, so the local legends went, to the fearsome home of the demons that dwelled here. Through a gap in the crumbling wall, Lindros knew, lay the almost vertical path to the giant rock buttresses that guarded the summit of Ras Dejen.

Lindros and the men of Skorpion One hit the ground in a crouch. The pilot remained in his chair, keeping the engine revved, the rotors turning. The men wore goggles to protect them from the swirling dust and hail of small pebbles churned up by their transportation, and tiny wireless mikes and earpieces that curled into their ears, facilitating communication over the roar of the rotors. Each was armed with an XM8 Lightweight Assault Rifle capable of firing a blistering 750 rounds per minute.

Lindros led the way across the rough-hewn plateau. Opposite the stone wall was a forbidding cliff face in which there appeared the black, yawning mouth of a cave. All else was dun-colored, ocher, dull red, the blasted landscape of another planet, the road to hell.

Anders deployed his men in standard fashion, sending them first to check obvious hiding places, then to form a secure perimeter. Two of them went to the stone wall to check out its far side. The other two were assigned to the cave, one to stand at the mouth, the other to make certain the interior was clear.

The wind, rising over the high butte that towered over them, whipped across the bare ground, penetrating their uniforms. Where the rock face didn't drop off precipitously, it towered over them, ominous, muscular, its bare skull magnified in the thin air. Lindros paused at the remnants of a campfire, his attention shifting.

At his side, Anders, like any good commander, was taking readings of the area perimeter from his men. No one lurked behind the stone wall. He listened intently to his second team.

"There's a body in the cave," the commander reported. "Took a bullet to the brain. Stone-dead. Otherwise the site's clean."

Lindros heard Anders's voice in his ear. "This is where we start," he said, pointing. "The only sign of life in this godforsaken place."

They squatted down. Anders stirred the charcoal with gloved fingers.

"There's a shallow pit here." The commander scooped out the cindered debris. "See? The bottom is fire-hardened. Means someone's lit not just one fire but many over the last months, maybe as long as a year."

Lindros nodded, gave the thumbs-up sign. "Looks like we might be in the right place." Anxiety lanced through him. It appeared more and more likely that the rumor he'd heard was true. He'd been hoping against hope that it was just that, a rumor; that he'd get up here and find nothing. Because any other outcome was unthinkable.

Unhooking two devices from his webbed belt, he turned them on, played them over the fire pit. One was an alpha radiation detector, the other a Geiger counter. What he was looking for, what he was hoping not to find, was a combination of alpha and gamma radiation.

There was no reading from either device at the fire site.

He kept going. Using the fire pit as a central point, he moved in concentric circles, his eyes glued to the meters. He was on his third pass, perhaps a hundred meters from the fire pit, when the alpha detector activated.

"Shit," he said under his breath.

"Find something?" Anders asked.

Lindros moved off axis and the alpha detector fell silent. Nothing on the Geiger. Well, that was something. An alpha reading, at this level, could come from anything, even, possibly, the mountain itself.

He returned to where the detector had picked up the alpha radiation. Looking up, he saw that he was directly in line with the cave. Slowly, he began walking toward it. The reading on the radiation detector remained constant. Then, perhaps twenty meters from the cave mouth, it ramped up. Lindros paused for a moment to wipe beads of sweat off his upper lip. Christ, he was being forced to acknowledge another nail in the world's coffin. Still-No gamma yet, he told himself. That was something. He held on to that hope for twelve more meters. Then the Geiger counter started up.

Oh, God, gamma radiation in conjunction with alpha. Precisely the signature he was hoping not to find. He felt a line of perspiration trickle down his spine. Cold sweat. He hadn't experienced anything like that since he'd had to make his first kill in the field. Hand-to-hand, desperation and determination on his face and on that of the man trying his best to kill him. Self-preservation.

"Lights." Lindros had to force out the word through a mouth full of mortal terror. "I need to see that corpse."

Anders nodded and gave orders to Brick, the man who had made the first foray into the cave. Brick switched on a xenon torch. The three men entered the gloom.

There were no dead leaves or other organic materials to leaven the sharp mineral reek. They could feel the deadweight of the rock massif above them. Lindros was reminded of the feeling of near suffocation he had experienced when he'd first entered the tombs of the pharaohs down in the depths of Cairo's pyramids.

The bright xenon beam played over the rock walls. In this bleak setting, the male corpse did not look altogether out of place. Shadows fled across it as Brick moved the light. The xenon beam drained it of any color it might have had, making it seem less than human-a zombie out of a horror film. Its position was one of repose, of utter peace, belied by the neat bullet hole in the center of its forehead. The face was turned away, as if it wished to remain in darkness.

"Wasn't a suicide, that's for sure," Anders said, which had been the starting point of Lindros's own train of thought. "Suicides go for something easy-the mouth is a prime example. This man was murdered by a professional."

"But why?" Lindros's voice was distracted.

The commander shrugged. "With these people it could be any of a thousand-"

"Get the hell back!"

Lindros shouted so hard into his mike that Brick, who had been circling toward the corpse, leapt back.

"Sorry, sir," Brick said. "I just wanted to show you something odd."

"Use the light," Lindros instructed him. But he already knew what was coming. The moment they had stepped inside the cave both the rad detector and the Geiger counter had beat a terrifying rat-tat-tat against his eyes.

Christ, he thought. Oh, Christ.

The corpse was exceedingly thin, and shockingly young, not out of its teens, surely. Did he have the Semitic features of an Arab? He thought not, but it was nearly impossible to tell because-

"Holy Mother of God!"

Anders saw it then. The corpse had no nose. The center of his face had been eaten away. The ugly pit was black with curdled blood that foamed slowly out as if the body were still alive. As if something were feasting on it from the inside out.

Which, Lindros thought with a wave of nausea, is precisely what is happening.

"What the hell could do that?" Anders said thickly. "Tissue toxin? Virus?"

Lindros turned to Brick. "Did you touch it? Tell me, did you touch the corpse?"

"No, I-" Brick was taken aback. "Am I contaminated?"

"Deputy Director, begging your pardon, sir, what the hell have you gotten us into. I'm used to being in the dark on black-ops missions, but this has crossed another boundary altogether."

Lindros, on one knee, uncapped a small metal canister and used his gloved finger to gather some of the dirt near the body. Sealing the container tightly, he rose.

"We need to get out of here." He stared directly into Anders's face.

"Deputy Director-"

"Don't worry, Brick. You'll be all right," he said with the voice of authority. "No more talk. Let's go."

When they reached the cave mouth and the glare of the blasted, blood-red landscape, Lindros said into his mike, "Anders, as of now that cave is off limits to you and your men. Not even to take a leak. Got it?"

The commander hesitated an instant, his anger, his concern for his men evident on his face. Then it seemed he shrugged mentally. "Yessir."

Lindros spent the next ten minutes scouring the plateau with his rad detector and Geiger counter. He very much wanted to know how the contamination had gotten up here-which route had the men carrying it taken? There was no point in looking for the way they had gone. The fact that the man without a nose had been shot to death told him that the group members had discovered in the most horrifying way that they had a radiation leak. They would surely have sealed it before venturing on. But he had no luck now. Away from the cave, both the alpha and gamma radiation vanished completely. Not a hint of a trace remained for him to determine its path.

Finally, he turned back from the perimeter.

"Evacuate the site, Commander."

"You heard the man," Anders shouted as he trotted toward the waiting copter. "Let's saddle up, boys!"

"Wa'i," Fadi said. He knows.

"Surely not." Abbud ibn Aziz stirred his position beside Fadi. Crouched behind the high butte three hundred meters above the plateau, they served as advance guard for a cadre of perhaps twenty armed men lying low against the rocky ground behind them.

"With these I can see everything. There was a leak."

"Why weren't we informed?"

There was no reply. None was needed. They had not been informed because of naked fear. Fadi, had he known, would have killed them all-every last one of the Ethiopian transporters. Such were the wages of absolute intimidation.

Fadi, peering through powerful 12x50 Russian military binoculars, scanned to his right to keep Martin Lindros in his sights. The 12x50s provided a dizzyingly small field of view but more than made up for it in their detail. He had seen that the leader of the group-the deputy director of CI-was using both a rad detector and a Geiger counter. This American knew what he was about.

Fadi, a tall, broad-shouldered man, possessed a decidedly charismatic demeanor. When he spoke, everyone in his presence fell silent. He had a handsome, powerful face, the color of his skin deepened further by desert sun and mountain wind. His beard and hair were long and curling, the inky color of a starless midnight. His lips were full and wide. When he smiled the sun seemed to have come down from its place in the heavens to shine directly on his disciples. For Fadi's avowed mission was messianic in nature: to bring hope where there was no hope, to slaughter the thousands that made up the Saudi royal family, to wipe their abomination off the face of the earth, to free his people, to distribute the obscene wealth of the despots, to restore the rightful order to his beloved Arabia. To begin, he knew, he must delink the symbiotic relationship between the Saudi royal family and the government of the United States of America. And to do that he must strike at America, to make a clear statement that was as lasting as it was indelible.

What he must not do was underestimate the capacity of Americans to endure pain. This was a common mistake among his extremist comrades, this is what got them into trouble with their own people, this more than anything else was the source of a life lived without hope.

Fadi was no fool. He had studied the history of the world. Better, he had learned from it. When Nikita Khrushchev had said to America, "We will bury you!" he had meant it in his heart as well as in his soul. But who was it that had been buried? The USSR.

When his extremist comrades said, "We have many lifetimes to bury America," they were referring to the endless supply of young men who gained their majority each year, from whom they could choose the martyrs to die in battle. But they gave no thought whatsoever to the deaths of these young men. Why should they? Paradise lay waiting with open arms for the martyrs. Yet what, really, had been gained? Was America living without hope? No. Did these acts push America toward a life without hope? Again, no. So what was the answer?

Fadi believed with all his heart and his soul-and most especially with his formidable intellect-that he had found it.

Keeping track of the deputy director through his 12x50s, he saw that the man seemed reluctant to leave. He felt like a bird of prey as he gazed down on the target site. The arrogant American soldiers had climbed into the helicopter, but their commander-Fadi's intel did not extend to his name-would not allow his leader to remain on the plateau unguarded. He was a canny man. Perhaps his nose smelled something his eyes could not see; perhaps he was only adhering to well-taught discipline. In any case, as the two men stood side by side talking, Fadi knew he would not get a better chance.

"Begin," he said softly to Abbud ibn Aziz without taking his eyes from the lenses.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted May 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

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    Bourne fan must read!!

    Ok. Ludlum he is not. However, Eric Van Lustbader takes the central characters and ideas of Ludlum and makes them his own. This is his 2nd Bourne book and it was every bit as exciting as the first. I look forward to reading more of his works. If you are a Bourne fan, read this book for sure!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2012

    Chalk up another Lustbader bad read . . .

    Despite misgivings and numerous attempts at reading Lustbader in the past, I decided to read his Bourne books solely because of the subject - Jason Bourne. I hoped Lustbader had improved his craft in the last few years and that this series would be good. I was greatly dismayed from the start when I realized he had completely set aside the original and true character of David Webb/Jason Bourne, and his family as they were created by Ludlum. For anyone who has read and loved the original Bourne books by Robert Ludlum, you realize the movies had very little in common with the books. And I loved the movies - Matt Damon was a terrific Jason Bourne. However, the movies and books had bare bones only in common. Lustbader’s Bourne character comes across as if he was a 30something covert ops hero and crashes forward through something like 10 or maybe 11 books/adventures to date. I really wanted to read the 'new' Jason Bourne adventures, although knowing that it would be as if reading about a new character rather than a continuation of a much loved and well-known character. That would have been fine - if Lustbader could really write. He does fine up to a point, but some of his plotting action is so incredibly stupid you wonder if a 10-year-old could have done better. One review I read mentioned Bourne heard his phone while revving a motorcycle with a helicopter flying immediately overhead – and I have to agree that is so far-fetched, I would say impossible. I nearly stopped reading at a point just moments before the ring of his cell phone when he jumped a Harley off the back of a moving rig and pulled a sharp U-turn in front of oncoming cars, ratcheting up through the gears in a chase scene. This whole scenario, from how they got on the street in a chase scene to begin with to the way it ended, is so badly contrived I could barely make it through. Not wanting to spoil anything further for those who might actually want to read this stuff, let me just say that the prelude to the chase scene was a real stumble-bumble scenario - nothing that David Webb/Jason Bourne of the first three books or the Jason Bourne of the movies would have done. Stupid is as stupid does for Lustbader. I waded through more pages until yet another incredibly stupid scenario and I quit. I can only stand to read poorly written, contrived plots for so long and then I just throw the book away or put it in a recycle bag. Unfortunately, this one is on my Nook. Oh yeah. Delete! Delete! Delete! For those who might actually enjoy somewhat poorly constructed action stuff and can ignore the tripe of Lustbader's writing, enjoy. But, please, be aware that all you are reading is Lustbader's bid for his own James Bond type series and it would have been far better if he had simply created his own character and not usurped the wonderful character that Robert Ludlum created. I had to give it a star rating to post the review and couldn't do just a tiny point of a star so let it be known that the star I had to give for this book was for the name - Jason Bourne - and nothing else.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2009

    Now I have to read the rest of the Bourne books!

    This is the first Bourne book I've read...I've only seen the movies. The movies kept some of the quality of the characters, but the book is much more complex (hard to imagine).

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2013

    Not as good as the earlier Bourne stories, but exciting enough to keep your attention.

    The action is exciting and believable. The ending is abrupt and lacks detail.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2012

    Love the Bourne legacy

    Loved the fast read enjoyed the fast pace had a blast

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Jason Bourne series is worthy of reading.

    I've had to purchase and continue reading the adventures of Jason Bourne.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2013

    Bourne and born again....

    Bourne Bourne Bourne, the movies are much better. Too many unbelievable escapes. Disappointed in Van Lustbader after years of not reading him. Time to move on.....

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  • Posted June 6, 2012

    Typical Ludlum story line, excellent.

    Eric Van Lustbader has captured the Bourne feeling with an excellent story.

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

    Must read!!!

    Couldn't put it down. Started checking to see which other Bourne books i hadn't read yet. S.S.

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  • Posted October 11, 2010

    ehh

    The book was ok. I have been a fan of this series but this one left me wanting. The plot was super predictable and seemed come in fits and starts. I'll give Van Lustabader another shot but I may be done if that comes up short.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2010

    Do not buy this book.

    I must not be reading the same book as the people who like this trash. I am 90 pages into it and can not believe the lack of basic research and just plain stupid details. They have one of the main bad guys lock up for weeks and nobody does a physical on the guy, Bourne hears the ticking of a bomb while on a Harley with a helicopter flying over head on a busy street, and the bad guys disconnect a sprinkler system by shorting out some wires? The kind of sprinkler system in hotels are wet systems and work off heat melting the link in the head to turn it on, you would have to turn off a valve to disable it. I am really surprised that the Ludlum people let his name be placed on this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2010

    An excellent read for one and all.

    The Bourne series is an excellent read and I highly recommend this author and the the series. The writing style is first rate and the action and detail are spot on. The plot thickens and takes you right to the next page and you can not put it down. I have personally read all the Bourne books to this point and can not wait for the next one to be written.

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  • Posted May 2, 2010

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    Ugh

    I couldn't even finish this book. Gave it to the local library.

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  • Posted January 25, 2010

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    I loved it!

    Eric Van Lustbader proves once again that he can carry on the Bourne series and make it as good as Robert Ludlum's works. If you are Bourne fan, you will love this book.

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  • Posted November 11, 2009

    Eric Van Lustbader is a great writer

    Although written by both he and Ludlum I am sure that Ludlum just did the outline before his death and Van Lustbader did the rest. The book is every bit as good as any other Bourne book. I have read all of them so far and I would rate this in the top 2 or 3 of all the Bourne Books.

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  • Posted November 11, 2009

    Excellent Book!

    Another outstanding sequel to the Ludlum books. Van Lustbader has picked up the mantle from Ludlum and continued the Bourne series! Very nicely done!

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  • Posted October 9, 2009

    A Mind-Grabber

    Lustbader took Ludlum's characters and continued the tradition seamlessly. Enough drama and intrigue to sustain my interest throughout with enough relief so that it wasn't over the top. I liked it very much.

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

    too long

    Severity of beatings and bodily damage unrealistic even for 4+ drama. Even Superman couldn't survive our hero's treatment. Besides,we readers need Jason back in decent shape for Ludlum's next novel!

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  • Posted August 22, 2009

    Bourne Again

    Jason Bourne. An outsider, again. Brought back in, again. Cast out, again. Stuck in the thick of things, again. Can't remember, again. Saves our bacon, again. I do not tire of this action packed series.

    Eric Van Lustbader continues Robert Ludlum's character true to form in "The Bourne Betrayal".

    The plot is there with the nuclear material pursuit through the acknowledgement of terrorists having bomb making capability to the race against odds and time. Mixed in are the past (Jason mixed it up with these same terrorist, but can't remember; death of Jason's Marie) and the present (Jason's buddy Martin Lindros; Soraya Moore's involvement - both past and present) relationships. Thrown in are the convolutions of miniaturization (electronic and psychological), a trading of identifications by removing Lindros's eye and putting in terrorist Karim's socket, manipulations inside the CI (Counter Insurgency) agency with a traitor and the personal political agendas, and Jason's chameleon and physical action proclivities.

    The terrorists are as bad as any, and more cold-blooded then most; and they have a history with Bourne. The blending of this relationship into Bourne's memory "problems" and the obsession of the terrorist brothers is a focus well executed.

    Oh, and the CI does turn on Jason and orders his termination.

    I left most of it out because it is worth the read.

    Eric Van Lustbader stood well on his own before taking on the continuance of Robert Ludlum's Jason Bourne. His writing is transparent to the Bourne fan; he doesn't copy Ludlum as an author, he is him! I look forward to more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2009

    Better character development than The Bourne Legacy...

    I accidentally read "The Bourne Sanction" before this novel and therefore knew the ending, but this was the best of the 3 Bourne character continuation novels by Van Lustbader. It was a pretty far reaching plot, but the character development helped keep my interest. This Bourne is not the Ludlum Bourne, he is a new character to me. I've already told my husband not to buy me the next installment coming in June, as I'd rather read something better. If I can pick it up at a book sale, I probably will to see if Van Lustbader can get closer to the real Bourne.

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