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Beneath the ice at the bottom of the Earth is a magnificent subterranean labyrinth, a place of breathtaking wonders—and terrors beyond imagining. A team of specialists led by archaeologist Ashley Carter has been hand-picked to explore this secret place and to uncover the riches it holds. But they are not the first to venture here—and those they follow did not return. There are mysteries here older than time, and revelations that could change the world. But there are also things that should not be disturbed—and a devastating truth that could doom Ashley and the expedition: they are not alone.

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New York Times</I> bestselling author Charles Pellegrino
A gripping deep Earth adventure.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780380792641
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 6/28/1999
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 432
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.08 (d)

Meet the Author

James Rollins

James Rollins is the New York Times bestselling author of international thrillers that have been translated into more than forty languages. His Sigma series has been lauded as one of the "top crowd pleasers" (New York Times) and "hottest summer reads" (People magazine). In each novel, acclaimed for its originality, Rollins unveils unseen worlds, scientific breakthroughs, and historical secrets—and he does it all at breakneck speed and with stunning insight.

Biography

James Rollins is the New York Times, USA Today and Publishers Weekly bestselling author of Black Order, Map of Bones and other adventure thrillers. He was born in Chicago and grew up in Ontario, Canada, and St. Louis, Missouri. He graduated with honors from the University of Missouri with a degree in veterinary medicine. And like most veterinarians, he presently shares his home with a Golden Retriever, a Dachshund, and a sixty-five year old parrot named Igor. Rollins currently practices in Northern California, and when not writing or working in his veterinary practice, he can often be found underground or underwater as an amateur spelunker and scuba diver. These hobbies have helped in the creation of his earlier books Subterranean, Deep Fathom, Amazonia, and Sandstorm. His thriller, Black Order, skyrocketed to the top of bestseller lists across the country, winning the author countless new fans, and was proclaimed by People magazine as one of last summer's "hottest reads." Map of Bones was chosen by Publishers Weekly as one of the most likely to win over Dan Brown's faithful audience, and the New York Times rated the book as one the summer's top crowd pleasers.

Author biography courtesy of HarperCollins.

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Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Rollins:

"I often get asked if I still practice veterinary medicine. While I don't practice full-time, I still do volunteer. I work with a group that traps stray cats, brings them to the shelter, where I spend a day spaying and neutering them. It's basically eight hours of removing genitalia. It's a hobby."

"I am a TV junkie. I have two Tivos and they are constantly full."

"My first job was to flip pizzas. I once got a pie spinning that was ten feet across. I had to spin it on my back to keep it going. Yet, I still love pizza."

"Two hobbies I love -- caving and scuba diving -- are also essential research for my novels. Case in point:

I've always been an avid cave explorer, from the vast systems in Missouri to the lava tubes of Hawaii to the tighter squeezes of the California foothills. But one of my most frightening episodes also allowed me to better describe claustrophobia in my novels. While climbing out of the fairly technical wild cavern, involving lots of rope work, I managed to jam myself midway up a narrow vertical chute. Hung up on my ascending gear midway up the chute, I found myself unable to move up or down. My chest was squeezed between two walls, my left knee turned the wrong way. I could not maneuver, and there was not enough room to get a rescue climber to me. I was trapped. I remember the team leader, leaning down from above, shining his helmet lamp at me. ‘You either find a way to un-jam yourself, or you stay there forever.'

So over the course of a long hour -- wriggling, sweating, cursing, and clawing -- I managed to creep a millimeter at a time out of the jam. After this event, I had a better understanding for panic and the determination born of pure desperation, essential ingredients for to writing thrilling fiction.

But spelunking through caves was not my only ‘research' lesson. Two decades ago, I also took up scuba diving and went on dive trips all around the world: Monterey Bay, Hawaii, South Pacific, Australia. I particularly remember one trip to the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. I was informed by the dive master to beware of the many hazards found in the region. ‘On land, Australia has seven of the ten deadliest snakes. The seas are worse. Box jellyfish can kill in minutes. Local sea snakes are some of the most toxic. But worst of all is the stone fish. It looks like a stone, but its spines are loaded with paralytic poison. So be careful what you touch.'

And down we all went, buddied up in pairs, enthusiastic and excited. I dropped toward the reef and adjust my buoyancy until I'm floating just above the reef. All around spread amazing sights: giant clams, a flurry of colored fish, an astounding variety of coral. But I miscalculated my buoyancy, my weight shifted, and I planted a hand into the sand to stabilize my tumble, careful of the razor-sharp coral. Inches from my thumb, a jagged rock suddenly sprouted fins and swam away. I met the gaze of my buddy diver. His wide eyes firmed up the identification. The deadly stone fish. And I had almost slapped my hand on its back. As the fish scurried away, I understood at that exact moment how little Nature cared about the life of a scuba-diving novelist. Down here, Nature ruled. We were only visitors.

This mix of respect and terror is brought to life in my latest novel, The Judas Strain."

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    1. Hometown:
      Sacramento, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 20, 1961
    2. Place of Birth:
      Chicago, Illinois

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Chapter One

Chaco Canyon, New Mexico


DAMNED RATTLERS.

    Ashley Carter knocked trail dirt from her boots before climbing into her rusted Chevy pickup. She threw her dusty cowboy hat on the seat next to her and swiped a handkerchief across her brow. Leaning over the gear shift, she popped the glove compartment and removed the snakebite kit.

    With a knuckle, she tapped the radio. Static rasped from the handheld receiver. Humming, she peeled back the wrapper from the syringe and drew the usual amount of venom antiserum. By now she could gauge it by sight. She shook the bottle. Almost empty. It was time to run into Albuquerque for more.

    After cleaning her skin with an alcohol swab, she jabbed the needle into her arm and winced as she administered the amber fluid. Loosening her tourniquet a notch, she wiped iodine over the two punctures in her forearm, then applied a bandage.

    Cinching her tourniquet a bit tighter, she glanced at the dashboard clock. Ten minutes, and she'd loosen the tourniquet again.

    She picked up the radio handpiece and pressed the button on its side. "Randy, come in. Over." Static as she released the button.

    "Randy, please pick up. Over." Her neighbor, Randy, was still on disability from a back injury at the mine. For the past ten weeks, he had earned a few extra bucks under the table by supplying day care for her son Jason.

    She started the engine and pulled back onto the parallel ruts that constituted a road. The radio belched agarbled blast of noise, then she heard, "... up. Ashley, what's going on? We expected you back an hour ago."

    She raised the handpiece. "Sorry, Randy. Found a new room in the Anasazi dig. Hidden by a rockfall. Had to check it out before the light went bad. But a diamondback had other ideas. I've got to check in with Doc Marshall now. Be back in about an hour. Could you pop the lasagna in the oven? Over." She hooked the receiver back on the radio.

    A squelch of static. "A bite! Again! This is the fourth time since Christmas. You're pressing your luck, Ash. This solo venturing is going to get you killed someday. But listen, after you get checked up by Doc Marshall, hurry home. There's some Marine types here waiting for you."

    She furrowed her brow. Now what did she do? She groaned and grabbed the handpiece again. "What's up? Over."

    "D'know. They're playing dumb," he said, then added in a lower voice, "and they're damned good at it. Real G.I. Joes. You'd hate 'em."

    "Just what I need. How's Jason handling it? Over."

    "He's fine. Eating it up. Talking the ear off of some corporal. I think he almost got the jarhead to give him his gun."

    She smacked the steering wheel with the flat of her hand. "What are those bastards doing bringing guns into my home? Damn, I'll be there straightaway. Hold the fort! I'm out."

    She never carried a gun. Not even into the badlands of New Mexico. Damned if she was going to allow some overgrown boys to bring weapons into her home. She slammed the truck in gear, her wheels clawing at loose rock.

* * *

Ashley jumped from the truck, arm tucked in a blue sling, and crossed through her cacti garden, hurrying toward a group of uniformed men huddled under the small green awning over her porch, which offered the only shade for a hundred yards.

    As she stomped up the wooden steps, the men in front backed up. Except for one man, who sported bronze clusters on each shoulder and stood his ground.

    She strode right up to him. "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here with enough arsenal to blow away a small Vietnamese village? I have a boy in there."

    The officer's mouth flattened to a thin line. He leaned back to remove his sunglasses, revealing a cold blue stare, void of any emotion. "Major Michaelson, ma'am. We are escorting Dr. Blakely."

    She glared at him. "I don't know any Dr. Blakely."

    "He knows of you, ma'am. He says you're one of the best paleoanthropologists in the country. Or so I've heard him tell the President."

    "The president of what?"

    He stared at her blankly. "The President of the United States."

    A sandy-haired juggernaut plowing through the uniformed men covered her surprise. "Mom! You're home! You gotta come see." Her son eyed her sling, then grabbed the sleeve of her other arm. "C'mon." Even though he stood only a little higher than their belt buckles, he ushered the military men aside.

    Glaring, she allowed herself to be dragged through the door. As the screen door clapped shut behind her, she headed toward the family room and noticed a leather briefcase parked on the table. It wasn't hers.

    The scent of garlic from a baking lasagna wafted toward her from the kitchen. Her stomach responded with a growl. She hadn't eaten since breakfast. Randy, armed with stained oven mittens, was attempting to extract the bubbling lasagna without spilling it. The sight of such a bear of a man, dressed in an apron, struggling with a pan of lasagna, brought a smile to her lips. He rolled his eyes at her.

    As she opened her mouth to say hello, there was a sudden urgent tugging at her arm. "C'mon, Mom, see what Dr. Blakely has. It's bitchin'."

    "Watch your tongue, mister," she warned. "You know we don't allow that sort of language here. Now show me what this is all about." She waved at Randy as she was tugged toward the family room.

    Her son pointed to the briefcase and whispered, "It's in there."

    The sound of rushing water from the hall bathroom drew her attention. The door opened and a tall black man, thin as a pole and dressed in a three-piece suit, entered the hallway. He was older, his close-cropped hair graying slightly. He pushed a pair of wire-rim spectacles farther up the bridge of his nose. Spotting Ashley, he broke out in a sudden smile of recognition. He stepped toward her quickly, hand proffered. "Professor Ashley Carter. Your picture in last year's Archaeology magazine failed to do you justice."

    She knew a snow job when she heard one. Caked with trail dirt, arm in a sling, clad in mud-stained jeans, she was no beauty queen. "Can the crap, Doc. What are you doing here?"

    He dropped his hand. His eyes widened a moment, and then he smiled even broader. He had more teeth than a shark. "I like your no-nonsense attitude," he said. "It's refreshing. I have a proposal to—"

    "Not interested." She pointed to the door. "You and your entourage can hit the trail now. Thanks anyway."

    "If you'll only lis—"

    "Don't make me toss your butt outta here." She snapped her arm toward the screen door.

    "It pays a hundred grand for two months' work."

    "Just get your—" Her arm dropped to her side. Clearing her throat, she stared at Dr. Blakely, then raised an eyebrow. "Now I'm listening."

    Since her divorce, she had been struggling to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. An assistant professor's salary barely covered their living expenses, let alone her research projects.

    "Wait," she started. "Wait a minute. Is it legal? It can't be legal."

    "I assure you, Dr. Carter, this offer is legit. And that's only the beginning," Dr. Blakely continued. "Exclusive authorship of research garnered. Guaranteed tenure at the university of your choice."

    She had dreams like this after too much sausage-and-onion pizza. "How can that be possible? There are university statutes ... rules ... seniority ... How?"

    "This is a project advocated by the highest people. I have been given free rein to hire whomever I want at whatever salary I desire." He sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs, arms spread the length of the sofa. "And I want you."

    "Why?" Ashley questioned tentatively, still suspicious.

    Leaning forward, he held up a hand, begging patience. He reached for his briefcase and clicked it open. Using both hands, he carefully lifted a crystal statuette from its interior. He turned it upright toward her.

    It was a human figure—judging from the pendulous breasts and gravid belly, a female figure. The fading light caught the crystalline structure and reflected radiant bursts.

    He nodded for her to take it. "What do you think?"

    She hesitated, afraid to touch its fragile beauty. "Definitely primitive ... Appears to be a type of fertility icon."

    Dr. Blakely nodded his head vigorously. "Right, right ... Here, look closer." He raised the heavy statue, arms shaking with the strain. "Please examine it.

    She reached to take the statuette.

    "It's sculpted out of a single diamond," he said. "Flawless."

    Now she understood the armed escort. She withdrew her hands from such a priceless object as she pondered the implications. "Bitchin'," she whispered.

* * *

Across the kitchen table, Ashley Carter watched as Dr. Blakely flipped the cellular phone closed and returned it to his breast pocket. "Now, Professor Carter, where were we?"

    "Is anything the matter?" Ashley asked, sopping up tomato sauce from her plate with a piece of garlic toast. The two of them sat at her green metal kitchen table.

    The doctor shook his head. "Not at all. Just confirming the addition of one of your potential teammates. An Australian caving expert." He smiled reassuringly. "Now, where were we?"

    She eyed him warily. "Who else will be joining the expedition?"

    "I'm afraid those names are confidential. But I can tell you we're talking to a leading biologist in Canada and a geologist from Egypt. And a few ... others."

    Ashley could tell this line of questioning was futile. "Fine. Back to the diamond statue, then. You never told me where the artifact was discovered."

    He pursed his lips. "That information is also confidential. Only for those involved with the research." He folded the gingham napkin on his lap.

    "Doctor, I thought this was going to be a discussion. You're rather lean on your answers."

    "Perhaps. But you still haven't given me a concrete answer yet either. Are you willing to join my research team?"

    "I need more details. And more time to reorganize my work schedule."

    "We'd take care of such minor concerns."

    She thought of Jason, who was eating dinner from a rickety tray in front of the television. "I have my son. I can't just up and leave. And he's no minor concern."

    "You have an ex-husband. A Scott Vandercleve, I believe."

    "Jason's not staying with him. Forget it."

    Blakely sighed loudly. "Then we do have a problem."

    This point was going to be a stickler. Jason had been having trouble at school, and this summer Ashley had vowed to spend some time with him. "This is not up for debate," she said with as much conviction as she could muster. "Jason accompanies me, or I have no choice but to decline."

    Blakely studied her silently.

    She continued, "He's been on other digs with me. I know he can handle this."

    "I don't think that would be prudent." He smiled wanly.

    "He's a tough and resourceful kid."

    Blakely grimaced. "If I agree to this point, then you'll join the team?" He paused, removing his glasses and rubbing at the indentations on the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be thinking aloud. "I suppose he could stay in Alpha Base. It's secure." Replacing his glasses, he reached across the table and held out an open palm. "Agreed."

    Relieved, she let out her breath and shook his dry hand. "So why so much effort to get me on your team?"

    "Your specialty. The anthropology of cliff-dwelling primitives. Your work on the Gila dwellings was brilliant."

    "Still, why me? There are other paleoanthropologists with similar interests."

    "Several reasons. One"—he began ticking off the points on his fingers—"you've demonstrated you can manage teams on other digs. Two, your nose for detail is superb. Three, your perseverance in solving mysteries is bone-hard obstinate. Four, you're in excellent physical shape. Five, you've earned my respect. Any other questions?"

    Satisfied for now, she shook her head, slightly embarrassed. She fought back a blush. Rarely did one hear praise in her field. Uncomfortable, she changed the tack of the conversation.

    "Now that we're partners, maybe you can tell me where you discovered this unique artifact." She rose to clear the dishes. "Somewhere in Africa, I'd guess.

    "He smiled. "No, in Antarctica, actually."

    She glanced over her shoulder, trying to judge if he was testing her. "There are no primitive cultures on that continent. It's a barren glacier."

    Blakely shrugged. "Who said on it?"

    She rattled a dish in the sink. "So where, then?" She turned to him, leaned back against the sink, and dried her hands with a damp dish towel.

    He just pointed a single finger toward the floor.

    Down.

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First Chapter

Subterranean

Chapter One

Chaco Canyon, New Mexico

Damned Rattlers.

Ashley Carter knocked trail dirt from her boots before climbing into her rusted Chevy pickup. She threw her dusty cowboy hat on the seat next to her and swiped a handkerchief across her brow. Leaning over the gear shift, she popped the glove compartment and removed the snakebite kit.

With a knuckle, she tapped the radio. Static rasped from the handheld receiver. Humming, she peeled back the wrapper from the syringe and drew the usual amount of venom antiserum. By now she could gauge it by sight. She shook the bottle. Almost empty. It was time to run into Albuquerque for more.

After cleaning her skin with an alcohol swab, she jabbed the needle into her arm and winced as she administered the amber fluid. Loosening her tourniquet a notch, she wiped iodine over the two punctures in her forearm, then applied a bandage.

Cinching her tourniquet a bit tighter, she glanced at the dashboard clock. Ten minutes, and she'd loosen the tourniquet again.

She picked up the radio handpiece and pressed the button on its side. "Randy, come in. Over." Static as she released the button.

"Randy, please pick up. Over." Her neighbor, Randy, was still on disability from a back injury at the mine. For the past ten weeks, he had earned a few extra bucks under the table by supplying day care for her son Jason.

She started the engine and pulled back onto the parallel ruts that constituted a road. The radio belched a garbled blast of noise, then she heard, "...up. Ashley, what's going on? We expected you back an hour ago."

She raised the handpiece. "Sorry, Randy. Found a new room in the Anasazi dig. Hidden by a rockfall. Had to check it out before the light went bad. But a diamondback had other ideas. I've got to check in with Doc Marshall now. Be back in about an hour. Could you pop the lasagna in the oven? Over." She hooked the receiver back on the radio.

A squelch of static. "A bite! Again! This is the fourth time since Christmas. You're pressing your luck, Ash. This solo venturing is going to get you killed someday. But listen, after you get checked up by Doc Marshall, hurry home. There's some Marine types here waiting for you." I

She furrowed her brow. Now what did she do? She groaned and grabbed the handpiece again. "What's up? Over."

"D'know. They're playing dumb," he said, then added in a lower voice, "and they're damned good at it. Real G.I. Joes. You'd hate 'em."

"Just what I need. How's Jason handling it? Over."

"He's fine. Eating it up. Talking the ear off of some corporal. I think he almost got the jarhead to give him his gun."

She smacked the steering wheel with the flat of her hand. "What are those bastards doing bringing guns into my home? Damn, I'll be there straightaway. Hold the fort! I'm out."

She never carried a gun. Not even into the badlands of New Mexico. Damned if she was going to allow some overgrown boys to bring weapons into her home. She slammed the truck in gear, her wheels clawing at loose rock.

Ashley jumped from the truck, arm tucked in a blue sling, and crossed through her cacti garden, hurrying toward a group of uniformed men huddled under the small green awning over her porch, which offered the only shade for a hundred yards.

As she stomped up the wooden steps, the men in front backed up. Except for one man, who sported bronze clusters on each shoulder and stood his ground.

She strode right up to him. "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here with enough arsenal to blow away a small Vietnamese village? I have a boy in there."

The officer's mouth flattened to a thin line. He leaned back to remove his sunglasses, revealing a cold blue stare, void of any emotion. "Major Michaelson, ma'am. We are escorting Dr. Blakely."

She glared at him. "I don't know any Dr. Blakely."

"He knows of you, ma'am. He says you're one of the best paleoanthropologists in the country. Or so I've heard him tell the President."

"The president of what?"

He stared at her blankly. "The President of the United States."

A sandy-haired juggernaut plowing through the uniformed men covered her surprise. "Mom! You're home! You gotta come see." Her son eyed her sling, then grabbed the sleeve of her other arm. "C'mon." Even though he stood only a little higher than their belt buckles he ushered the military men aside.

Glaring, she allowed herself to be dragged through the door. As the screen door clapped shut behind her, she headed toward the family room and noticed a leather briefcase parked on the table. It wasn't hers.

The scent of garlic from a baking lasagna wafted toward her from the kitchen. Her stomach responded with a growl. She hadn't eaten since breakfast. Randy, armed with stained oven mittens, was attempting to extract the bubbling lasagna without spilling it. The sight of such a bear of a man, dressed in an apron, struggling with a pan of lasagna, brought a smile to her lips. He rolled his eyes at her.

As she opened her mouth to say hello, there was a sudden urgent tugging at her arm. "C'mon, Mom, see what Dr. Blakely has. It's bitchin'."

"Watch your tongue, mister, " she warned. "You know we don't allow that sort of language here. Now show me what this is all about." She waved at Randy as she was tugged toward the family room.

Her son pointed to the briefcase and whispered, "It's in there."

Subterranean. Copyright © by James Rollins. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted May 16, 2010

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    Another addictive page turner

    Although Subterranean doesn't have his normal hero, this book is one of his best. As he always does, he captivates you in the very first chapter, then holds you by the collar throughout the rest of the book. James Rollins is never one to go lightly on your emotions and in Subterranean he seems to even have developed the capacity to tap into your adrenalin flow.

    By Chapter three, you will enter a mode of constant reading and sleep deprivation. By the end of this fascinating novel you will need a two day recovery period at the minimum. A week would be better.

    By the way, did I say I really liked this novel. OK, that's because I really loved it!

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 31, 2009

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    A thrill ride, way down under

    As my first Rollins book, I think I lucked out. Wow, what a ride. If you want in depth characters, strong reality, logical circumstances, this is not for you. But if you want a heck of a fun story with non stop action, a real page turner, get this one. I won't go into detail, because almost everything I could say would be a spoiler. After this book, I definately will be seeking more of Rollin's work.

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2010

    Subterranean is an excellent archeological/supernatural/crime thriller!

    James Rollins mixes so many good elements into his stories. In one book, you get archeological fiction, supernatural doings, and crime by one, or by all. Excellent, thought-provoking story, and definitely a fun book that keeps you reading!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2009

    Outlandish.

    Had a good initial plot and original idea, but the author lost me 3/4 way through the book with a disappointing ending. Some main characters underdeveloped and left me guessing. More suited for a made-for-TV sci-fi low budget film.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 3, 2008

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    Incredible

    Lost civilizations and scientific finds 2 miles below the earths surface. Wow! Incredible. Rollins takes his readers on a roller coaster ride. Hard to find a place to put this book down. Subterranean is well written and very intriguing. Rollins stretches the boundaries of reality, but that is part of what makes his books so hard to put down.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2007

    Thrilling Adventure

    My first Rollins book and it is a great adventure. I was looking for a replacement author for Michael Crichton, who's last two books were very disapointing. Rollins really delivers an imaginative techno-thriller. I will be reading more of his books.I may even try some of his fantasy books under his pen name James Clemens.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2013

    STILL HIS BEST BOOK

    This was his first and I still think his best! Wish he had never started the Sigma Force books and just kept writing this kind. FUN, SUSPENCE, EXCITING, EXCELLENT!!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 13, 2012

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    So-so

    With apologies to Mr. Rollins, I found this book disappointing. The lead up to the actual story was somewhat entertaining, but the follow through had me thinking of "Journey to the Center of the Earth" with what amounted to prehistoric monsters below the ice of Antarctica, and then the finding of a lost culture that had once been part of Australia until the land masses separated. Our hero and heroine get thrown together quickly, and of course there's the usual dislike at first sight (sort of) on the part of the heroine. But by the end of the story (within a week of the beginning of the story), she's in love, even though she's sworn off men due to a bad experience with her ex-husband. I found myself wanting to laugh right out loud over some of the incidents that happened. This is not to say the story wasn't creative or somewhat entertaining; I just couldn't get "Journey to the Center of the Earth" out of my head long enough to actually pay attention to the story. Most of the writer's other books are far better than this one, and I would heartily recommend several of those before I'd recommend this one.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2010

    Great Read

    I thought the plot was original and maintained my interest throughout. The characters could have been developed a little better as some things mentioned were not fully explained (e.g. main characters feeling towards guns). But overall a good read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2013

    Great book!!

    One of his best books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 3, 2012

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    Below the snowy tundra of Antarctica, a team of scientists and s

    Below the snowy tundra of Antarctica, a team of scientists and soldiers make a discovering of a lifetime. But little do they know, the more they explore the system of underground tunnels, they closer they get to life threatening danger.
    James Rollins knows how to write a thrilling adventure. He is a master of mixing the possible with the fantastic. His stories whether they are stand alone or part of his Sigma series, are always a good thrill ride. He has yet to disappoint. Characters you like, adventures though fantastic seem very real. If you love Clive Cussler, you'll like James Rollins.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

    A must read for anyone!

    Subterranean is one of those books where you think you know what's going to happen next, but then Rollins completely shifts your train of thought. From the beginning to the end I was hooked and finished the book in days. I quite literally couldn't put it down, and when I did it was only to eat or use the bathroom. This is one of four books I have read of Rolllins and like the others I found this one magnificent. You must read this book to truly understand what an amazing author he is. Buy it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 7, 2011

    I love this book

    James Rollins delivers another great thriller. The way he combines history, fantasy and intrigue is amazing!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Couldn't even finish

    This book felt incredibly amateurish in its style. Stereotypes and oversimplification abound and that was only in the first 4 chapters. All fiction to some extent requires a suspension of disbelief. This one requires that you bludgeon it into oblivion.

    1 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2007

    Couldn't get past page three

    When a book starts out bad. I try to go on as far as possible. Give the book a chance. I couldn't get past page three for all the language. I would expect an expedition of scientific professionals to be a better 'Class' of people. Other than pot smoking, potty mouthed idiots. I had looked forward to this book for the subject matter and the adventures it suggested. I guess there is a great adventure in there somewhere. If you don't mind taking the trip with common trash. Very sorry I bought this one.

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2014

    Rollins Rocks!!!

    This is the first book I read of Rollins and couldn't put it down!!! I've read every book of his up tell now. I think he is one of the best writers of or time. Once you start reading his books they are hard to put down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    Good reading, but

    You'll read lt through but won't mind that iit's done. Dale

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  • Posted May 16, 2014

    intriguing idea

    A land bridge from Australia to Antarctica, subterranean descendants of intrepid ancient explorers - read more to find out what happens in this adventure!

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  • Posted February 21, 2014

    fair, interesting concepts, disappointing delivery

    The book starts out with an interesting and intriguing idea of a subterranean archeological find of a lost culture, but then becomes unreasonably weird and bizarre to the point of losing interest. I had to force my self to finish this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2014

    Interesting concept

    I usually read murder mysteries, romance etc. but took a chance on this one. Was definitely a different concept that I hadn't seen before. The story was interesting and easy to follow. The ending felt a little contrived like ok, time to wrap up, just put the standard "and they all lived happily ever after" scenario. Other than that, I thought it was great.

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