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Secondworld

Jeremy Robinson

Lincoln Miller, an ex–Navy SEAL turned NCIS Special Agent, is sent to Aquarius, the world's only sub-oceanic research facility, located off the Florida Keys, to investigate reports of ocean dumping. A week into his stay, strange red flakes descend from the surface. Scores of fish are dead and dying, poisoned by

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Secondworld

Jeremy Robinson

Lincoln Miller, an ex–Navy SEAL turned NCIS Special Agent, is sent to Aquarius, the world's only sub-oceanic research facility, located off the Florida Keys, to investigate reports of ocean dumping. A week into his stay, strange red flakes descend from the surface. Scores of fish are dead and dying, poisoned by the debris that turns to powder in Miller's fingers and tastes like blood.

Miller heads for the surface, ready to fight whoever is polluting on his watch. But he finds nothing—no ships, polluters, oxygen. Cut off from the rest of the living world, Miller makes his way to Miami where he discovers a lone survivor and the awful truth: the strange phenomenon that robbed the air of its life-giving force was an attack by an enemy reborn from the ashes of World War II. And they're just getting started. Miami, Tel Aviv, and Tokyo have all been destroyed. And if Miller can't put a stop to those responsible in seven days, the rest of the world will be next…

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“Jeremy Robinson's latest thriller is massive in scope and brilliantly apocalyptic. Here is a feat of storytelling that shocks as much as it exhilarates. SecondWorld is far from second best.” —James Rollins

“The popcorn novel of the summer has arrived, and Jeremy Robinson delivers an action fest that rivals the best of James Rollins, Clive Cussler, and Matthew Reilly.” —Associated Press

“Another crisply plotted tale from the fertile imagination of Jeremy Robinson. This one has it all, frozen Nazis, UFO crashes, Antarctica, and some really cool science. Plan to hunker down for an all nighter with this one. I did.” —Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author

“Relentless pacing and numerous plot twists drive this compelling stand-alone from Robinson... Thriller fans and apocalyptic fiction aficionados alike will find this audaciously plotted novel enormously satisfying.” —Publishers Weekly

“Gripping, propelled by expertly-controlled pacing and lively characters. Robinson's punchy prose style will appeal to fans of Matthew Reilly's fast-paced, bigger-than-life thrillers, but this is in no way a knockoff. It's a fresh and satisfying thriller that should bring its author plenty of new fans.” —Booklist

“A brisk thriller with neatly timed action sequences, snappy dialogue and the ultimate sympathetic figure in a badly burned little girlwith a fighting spirit...The Nazis are determined to have the last gruesome laugh in this efficient doomsday thriller.” —Kirkus Reviews

“The year 2012 is synonymous with Doomsday, but what if the cause of the chaos to come was. . .Adolf Hitler? Read SecondWorld, a new treat from Jeremy Robinson.” —Steve Alten, New York Times bestselling author

“A harrowing, edge of your seat thriller told by a master storyteller, Jeremy Robinson's Secondworld is an amazing, globetrotting tale that will truly leave breathless.” —Richard Doestch, international bestselling author

“Robinson blends myth, science, and terminal velocity action like no one else.” —Scott Sigler, New York Times bestselling author

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780312552459
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
01/29/2013
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
402
Sales rank:
528,358
Product dimensions:
4.40(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.20(d)

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Secondworld


By Jeremy Robinson

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Copyright © 2013 Jeremy Robinson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312552459

1
 
MIAMI, FLORIDA
WEDNESDAY—AUGUST 8, 2012
 
 
“Shit!”
The microwave door flew open and Rachel Carter reached her hand in.
The spoon, left in the bowl of oatmeal and heated along with the cardboard-flavored breakfast, had been shooting off blue sparks when she noticed it. Without thinking, she grabbed the spoon. A millisecond later, her mind registered the stupidity of her action, along with the searing heat. Her arm reacted quicker than her fingers, flailing backward. The spoon soared across the kitchen, weighted with expensive organic oats, and smacked against the stainless steel fridge, where both breakfast and spoon clung like Silly Putty.
Rachel turned on the tap and ran cold water over her pulsing index finger and thumb, her glare fixed on the spoon. It slid slowly toward the floor.
“You okay, Mom?” asked her ten-year-old daughter, Samantha.
“Fine.”
Samantha walked past the fridge, paused, stepped back and looked at the spoon. She turned to her mother with an eyebrow raised. “Fine?”
Rachel forced a smile that communicated a single message: don’t ask.
Samantha shrugged and pulled a chair up to the counter. She climbed onto the chair, then onto the counter.
“Get down from there!”
“I’m hungry.”
“I made you oatmeal.”
“You’re gonna make me puke, too, if I have to eat that sludge.”
With two granola bars in hand, she jumped down from the counter, swung the chair back to the table, and began unwrapping the first bar. Jake, the younger of the two siblings, strode into the kitchen, still in his footie pajamas, which he wore most days. “One of the advantages of being homeschooled,” he was fond of saying. Samantha tossed him the second granola bar and they sat at the table, eating in silence.
Rachel sighed. She couldn’t complain. At least they were eating granola bars and not fast-food egg and sausage sandwiches—which she suspected her husband, Walter, had been sneaking on his way to work. Again. She looked at the microwave clock.
8:30 A.M.
“Walter, you’re going to be late!” she shouted after noticing the time. He worked for a big downtown marketing firm and had a major pitch to make that afternoon.
Walter slid into the kitchen, moving fast. He opened the cabinet, reached up, and took down the granola bar box. Empty. “Ouch. Epic fail.” He looked at Rachel, who nodded toward the kids. Her grin said it all.
He took in their barely contained smiles. “Traitors!” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just get something on the way.”
“I’m sure you will,” Rachel replied, drying off her still-stinging finger.
“What?”
Rachel stared intently at him, trying to convey her annoyance over his bad eating habits, without actually having to spell it out for him in front of the children.
Seeing her expression, Walter laughed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now get out of my head, woman!” He grabbed his bag and headed down the hallway for the front door.
“Love you!” Rachel shouted as the door creaked open.
There was no reply.
No customary “Love you, too.”
No closing door.
No starting car.
She was about to go check on him when Walter slowly backed into the kitchen. He had his iPhone out and was tapping the screen madly. This wasn’t an uncommon activity, but the dire look on his face was far from normal. Rachel held her breath. The kids stopped giggling and watched their father.
“What is it?” she asked. “Did the job fall through already?”
Walter shook his head and kept on tapping. Then he stopped. “This is wrong.”
“What?” she demanded, growing worried. “Is the phone broken?”
He stared blankly down at the screen. “It’s happening everywhere—all over the world. Wait— Crap, I lost our Wi-Fi connection.”
“Walter…”
“The 3G network is down, too.” He met his wife’s eyes. “It must be disrupting cell service.”
She took his face in her hands, willing his stunned eyes to meet hers. “Walter! What are you talking about? What is happening?”
He glanced toward the still-open front door. She followed his gaze and gasped.
The kids hopped out of their chairs to look.
“It’s snowing!” Jake shouted, running for the door.
“No!” Walter jumped forward and snagged his son by the sleeve. He looked at Rachel, his expression alarmed. “Close any open windows. Tape the seams. Use the duct tape.”
She nodded, feeling sick, and they both set off around the house, closing doors and windows. Samantha and Jake went into the living room, climbed onto the couch, and peered curiously out the bay window.
“Why can’t we go out?” Jake asked. “It never snows here. I want to play in the snow!”
“Dad says it’s not snow.”
Jake looked grumpy. “Well, how does he know?”
“Because, silly, snow isn’t red.”


 
Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Robinson


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Meet the Author

Jeremy Robinson is the author of bestselling thrillers, including Antarktos Rising,The Last Hunter: Descent,Callsign: Deep Blue, and the Jack Sigler Thrillers including Instinct and Threshold. His novels have been translated into ten languages. Born in the coastal town of Beverly, Massachusetts, Robinson grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, and started out his creative career as a comic book illustrator. He now lives in New Hampshire with his wife and three children.

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