The Cabinet of Curiosities (Special Agent Pendergast Series #3)


In an ancient tunnel underneath New York City a charnel house is discovered.
Inside are thirty-six bodies--all murdered and mutilated more than a century ago.
While FBI agent Pendergast investigates the old crimes, identical killings start to terrorize the city.
The nightmare has begun.
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In an ancient tunnel underneath New York City a charnel house is discovered.
Inside are thirty-six bodies--all murdered and mutilated more than a century ago.
While FBI agent Pendergast investigates the old crimes, identical killings start to terrorize the city.
The nightmare has begun.
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In lower Manhattan, excavators make a gruesome discovery: the buried bone stash of a late-19th-century serial killer. After a newspaper reporter broadcasts the story of this ghastly archaeological find, deadly things begin to happen. Murder follows murder. Who is holding New York City in fear: Is he a copycat killer or is he the rightful heir of the Five Points madman? Fortunately, FBI agent Pendergast and his cohorts are on the case.
Publishers Weekly
In seven bestselling novels (from Relic to The Ice Limit), Preston and Child have delivered a body of science-based thrillers that for high excitement and robust scientific imaginings rival those of Michael Crichton. Their eighth outing is another richly entertaining tale, about the hunt for a seemingly immortal serial killer at work in New York City. Preston and Child revive characters and settings from earlier novels, often a red flag that authorial imagination is tiring; but in this case, all comes together with zing. There's FBI Special Agent Pendergast (from Relic), pale, refined and possessed of a Holmes-like brain; dogged New York Times reporter William Smithback Jr. and his fiery erstwhile girlfriend, Nora Kelly of the New York (read American, where Preston used to work) Museum of Natural History (both characters from Thunderhead with the museum the setting for Relic). The action begins when groundbreaking for an apartment tower in downtown Manhattan reveals a charnel house of murder victims from the late 19th century. Enter Pendergast, who for unexplained reasons taps Kelly to study the remains before the site is stripped by the building's developer, a Donald Trump-type who, with the mayor's backing, will accept no construction delays. As Kelly calls on Smithback for investigative help, the city is struck by killings that duplicate the earlier murders, with the victims' spinal cords ripped away and clues pointing to a 19th-century scientist who sought the secret of immortality. Featuring fabulous locales, colorful characters, pointed riffs on city and museum politics, cool forensic and paleontological speculation and several gripping set pieces including an extended white-knuckle climax, this a great beach novel, at times gruesome, always fun: Preston-Child at the top of their game. (June 3) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
This absolutely terrific thriller brings together a lot of old friends from previous books: FBI Special Agent Pendergast and New York Times reporter Bill Smithback (Relic and Reliquary), archaeologist Nora Kelly (Thunderhead), and the New York Museum of Natural History (Relic). This time, the historical shenanigans center on a serial killer who operated 130 years ago out of a "Cabinet of Curiosities," a scientific sideshow of sorts that was the 19th-century precursor to natural history museums. With the help of Smithback and Kelly, Agent Pendergast determines that the killer harvested parts from living human beings and distilled them into an elixir that would, in turn, allow him to live forever. It was a gruesome business in 1870, and it is no less terrifying when "copycat" killings start anew in 2002. Could there really be a murderer on the loose for 130 years? This adventure has all the elements of the perfect summer read: the wonderfully spooky atmosphere, the dogged reporter smitten with the lovely scientist, and the mysteriously prescient FBI agent. Authors Preston and Child have been hot since Relic, and here they score another big winner. Highly recommended for all fiction collections. Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-FBI Special Agent Pendergast needs the talents of Nora Kelly, an archaeologist, and William Smithback, Jr., a researcher and reporter, to track down a serial killer whom he is sure has been stalking his prey since the late-19th century. When a real-estate developer demolishes a building and finds victims of a murderer who killed by tearing out their spinal columns, the three team up to pursue the evil behind the acts. Along the way, they nearly lose their lives as they relentlessly track the killer who, indeed, is still alive at the beginning of the 21st century. Pendergast stands out as a unique character, mysterious in his own right, with almost superhuman strength and endurance, and encyclopedic knowledge, and the human emotions and abilities of his two assistants intensifies interest in them. The authors again weave facts from New York City history with a thriller plot to produce an adventure filled with fast-moving events, gruesome scenes, and enough scary moments to keep the pages turning quickly. Fans of Preston and Child's Relic (Tor, 1996) or Reliquary (Forge, 1997) will enjoy this title as well.-Pam Johnson, Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
From the Publisher
"This is an intense and interesting story, entwining the quest for eternal life with the history of America, New York, and present-day politics and influence. Rene Auberjonois crafts his narration with great care; each word is voiced with perfect tone, pitch, and emotion, and each character is provided with a fitting personality. The result is narration that flows beautifully while providing insight into the story and those who inhabit it. Satisfyingly imbued with thrills and suspense, the prose is fully realized in Auberjonois's performance, and he even manages to make some of the more fantastic aspects seem reasonable. A totally engrossing experience."—AudioFile Magazine
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446611237
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/28/2003
  • Series: Special Agent Pendergast Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 656
  • Sales rank: 81,417
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.32 (d)

Meet the Author

Lincoln Child
The thrillers of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child "stand head and shoulders above their rivals" (Publishers Weekly). Preston and Child's Relic and The Cabinet of Curiosities were chosen by readers in a National Public Radio poll as being among the one hundred greatest thrillers ever written, and Relic was made into a number-one box office hit movie. They are coauthors of the famed Pendergast series and their recent novels include Fever Dream, Cold Vengeance, Two Graves, and Gideon's Corpse. Preston's acclaimed nonfiction book, The Monster of Florence, is being made into a movie starring George Clooney. Lincoln Child is a former book editor who has published five novels of his own, including the huge bestseller Deep Storm.

Readers can sign up for The Pendergast File, a monthly "strangely entertaining note" from the authors, at their website, The authors welcome visitors to their alarmingly active Facebook page, where they post regularly.


Born in Westport, CT, in 1958, Lincoln Child grew up with a consuming interest in writing. (On his website, he acknowledges several short stories from his youth and two "exquisitely embarrassing" novels penned in high school -- and currently kept under lock and key!) He graduated from Carleton College in Minnesota with a degree in English. In 1979, he moved to New York to pursue a career in publishing and was hired by St. Martin's Press as an editorial assistant. By 1984, he had worked his way up to full editor.

It was around this time that Child met Douglas Preston, a writer employed by the American Museum of Natural History. Author and editor bonded while working together on the nonfiction book Dinosaurs in the Attic; and when the project ended, Preston treated Child to a private midnight tour of the AMNH. The excursion proved fateful: Exploring the deserted corridors and darkened nooks and crannies of the museum, Child turned to Preston and said, "This would make the perfect setting for a thriller!" Although the book would not see print until 1995, the idea for Relic was born that night, cementing a friendship and launching a unique cross-country writing partnership.

Child left St. Martin's in 1987 to went to work for MetLife as a systems analyst. Shortly after the publication of Relic, he resigned his position to become a full-time writer. Subsequent collaborations with Preston have produced an intriguing string of interconnected novels that are less a series than what the authors call a "pangea." The books are self-contained, but the stories take place in the same universe and they share events and characters -- including many introduced in Relic. Readers obviously enjoy this cross-pollination, since the Preston-Child thrillers turn up regularly on the bestseller charts.

In 2002, Child released his first solo novel, Utopia, the story of a futuristic amusement park held hostage by a group of techno-terrorists. Other solo works have followed, blending cutting-edge science and high-octane thrills. Preston, too, has produced fiction and nonfiction on his own, and the two men continue their successful collaborations. It's an arrangement that suits both writers to a tee.

Good To Know

While at St. Martin's, Lincoln Child assembled several collections of ghost and horror stories. He also founded the company's mass-market horror division.

On his website, Child lists the following among his interests: pre-1950s literature and poetry; post-1950s popular fiction; playing the piano, various MIDI instruments, and the 5-string banjo; English and American history; motorcycles; architecture; classical music, early jazz, blues, and R&B; exotic parrots; esoteric programming languages; mountain hiking; bow ties; Italian suits; fedoras; archaeology; and multiplayer deathmatching.

In our interview Child shared some fun and fascinating personal anecdotes.

"I try to write about things, places, events, and phenomena I know about personally. That helps make the novels more genuine. My grandmother, Nora Kubie, who was herself a published novelist, always gave me that advice. And it's probably the best I've received, or for that matter given. I even try to make use of my personal eccentricities and quirks. I hate subways, for example, and in such works as Reliquary I tried to instill -- or at least convey -- that groundless but persistent fear."

"My first job out of college was as an editorial assistant in a New York publishing house. Being an editorial assistant is the purgatory would-be editors must endure before they can ascend the ladder and begin acquiring books on their own. I spent a year filing paperwork, writing copy, and typing rejection letters."

"For me, writing never gets easier. It's always hard work. It doesn't matter how many words you wrote the day before, or how many novels you've completed in the last decade: every day you start fresh again with that same blank page, or that same blank screen. As long as the work, and the finished product, remains fresh and important to a writer -- and the day it stops being important to me is the day I'll lay down my pen -- said writer can never allow himself to coast, or go soft, or recycle old material, or take the easy way out."

"I like exotic parrots, motorcycles, wine from Pauillac, playing the piano and the banjo, the poetry of John Keats, the music of Fats Waller, collecting old books and new guitars, computer FPS and RPG games, and preparing dishes like caneton a l'Orange and desserts like soufflé au chocolat."

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The Cabinet of Curiosities

By Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child

Warner Books

Copyright © 2002 Splendide Mendax, Inc., and Lincoln Child
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-61123-9

Chapter One

PEE-WEE BOXER SURVEYED THE JOBSITE WITH DISGUST. THE FOREMAN was a scumbag. The crew were a bunch of losers. Worst of all, the guy handling the Cat didn't know jack about hydraulic excavators. Maybe it was a union thing; maybe he was friends with somebody; either way, he was jerking the machine around like it was his first day at Queens Vo-Tech. Boxer stood there, beefy arms folded,watching as the big bucket bit into the brick rubble of the old tenement block. The bucket flexed, stopped suddenly with a squeal of hydraulics, then started again, swinging this way and that. Christ, where did they get these jokers?

He heard a crunch of footsteps behind him and turned to see the foreman approaching, face caked in dust and sweat. "Boxer! You buy tickets to this show, or what?"

Boxer flexed the muscles of his massive arms, pretending not to hear. He was the only one on the site who knew construction, and the crews resented him for it. Boxer didn't care; he liked keeping to himself.

He heard the excavator rattle as it carved into the solid wall of old fill. The lower strata of older buildings lay open to the sun, exposed like a fresh wound: above, asphalt and cement; below, brick, rubble, then more brick. And below that, dirt. To sink the footings for the glass apartment tower well into bedrock, they had to go deep.

He glanced out beyond the worksite. Beyond, a row of Lower East Side brownstones stood starkly in the brilliant afternoon light. Some had just been renovated. The rest would soon follow. Gentrification.

"Yo! Boxer! You deaf?"

Boxer flexed again, fantasizing briefly about sinking his fist into the guy's red face.

"Come on, get your ass in gear. This isn't a peepshow."

The foreman jerked his head toward Boxer's work detail. Not coming any closer, though. So much the better for him. Boxer looked around for his shift crew. They were busy piling bricks into a Dumpster, no doubt for sale to some pioneering yuppie around the corner who liked crappy-looking old bricks at five dollars each. He began walking, just slowly enough to let the foreman know he wasn't in any hurry.

There was a shout. The grinding of the excavator ceased suddenly. The Cat had bit into a brick foundation wall, exposing a dark, ragged hole behind it. The operator swung down from the idling rig. Frowning, the foreman walked over, and the two men started talking animatedly.

"Boxer!" came the foreman's voice. "Since you ain't doing squat, I got another job for you."

Boxer altered his course subtly, as if that was the way he'd already been going, not looking up to acknowledge he had heard, letting his attitude convey the contempt he felt for the scrawny foreman. He stopped in front of the guy, staring at the man's dusty little workboots. Small feet, small dick. Slowly, he glanced up.

"Welcome to the world, Pee-Wee. Take a look at this." Boxer gave the hole the merest glance. "Let's see your light."

Boxer slipped the ribbed yellow flashlight out of a loop in his pants and handed it to the foreman.

The foreman switched it on. "Hey, it works," he said, shaking his head at the miracle. He leaned into the hole. The guy looked like an idiot, standing daintily on tiptoe atop a fallen pile of brick, his head and torso invisible within the ragged hole. He said something but it was too muffled to make out. He withdrew.

"Looks like a tunnel." He wiped his face, smearing the dust into a long black line. "Whew, stinks in there." "See King Tut?" someone asked.

Everyone but Boxer laughed. Who the hell was King Tut? "I sure as shit hope this isn't some kind of archaeological deal." He turned to Boxer. "Pee-Wee, you're a big, strong fella. I want you to check it out."

Boxer took the flashlight and, without a glance at the weenies around him, hoisted himself up the collapsed pile of bricks and into the hole the excavator had cut into the wall. He knelt atop the broken bricks, shining his light into the cavity. Below was a long, low tunnel. Cracks doglegged up through the walls and across the ceiling. It looked just about ready to collapse.

He hesitated. "You going in, or what?" came the voice of the foreman. He heard another voice, a whiny imitation. "But it's not in my union contract." There were guffaws. He went in.

Bricks had spilled down in a talus to the floor of the tunnel. Boxer half scrambled, half slid in, raising clouds of dust. He found his feet and stood up, shining the light ahead. It lanced through the dust, not getting far. From inside, the place seemed even darker. He waited for his eyes to adjust and the dust to settle. He heard conversation and laughter from above, but faintly, as if from a great distance.

He took a few steps forward, shining the beam back and forth. Threadlike stalactites hung from the ceiling, and a draft of foul-smelling air licked his face. Dead rats, probably.

The tunnel appeared to be empty, except for a few pieces of coal. Along both sides were a long series of arched niches, about three feet across and five high, each crudely bricked up. Water glistened on the walls, and he heard a chorus of faint dripping sounds. It seemed very quiet now, the tunnel blocking all noise from the outside world.

He took another step, angling the flashlight beam along the walls and ceiling. The network of cracks seemed to grow even more extensive, and pieces of stone jutted from the arched ceiling. Cautiously, he backed up, his eye straying once again to the bricked-up niches along both walls. He approached the closest one. A brick had recently fallen out, and the others looked loose. He wondered what might be inside the niches. Another tunnel? Something deliberately hidden?

He shined the light into the brick-hole, but it could not penetrate the blackness beyond. He put his hand in, grasped the lower brick, and wiggled it. Just as he thought: it, too, was loose. He jerked it out with a shower of lime dust. Then he pulled out another, and another. The foul odor, much stronger now, drifted out to him.

He shined the light in again. Another brick wall, maybe three feet back. He angled the light toward the bottom of the arch, peering downward. There was something there, like a dish. Porcelain. He shuffled back a step, his eyes watering in the fetid air. Curiosity struggled with a vague sense of alarm.

Something was definitely inside there. It might be old and valuable. Why else would it be bricked up like that?

He remembered a guy who once found a bag of silver dollars while demolishing a brownstone. Rare, worth a couple thousand. Bought himself a slick new Kubota riding mower. If it was valuable, screw them, he was going to pocket it.

He plucked at his collar buttons, pulled his T-shirt over his nose, reached into the hole with his flashlight arm, then resolutely ducked his head and shoulders in after it and got a good look.

For a moment he remained still, frozen in place. Then his head jerked back involuntarily, slamming against the upper course of bricks. He dropped the light into the hole and staggered away, scraping his forehead this time, lurching back into the dark, his feet backing into bricks. He fell to the floor with an involuntary cry.

For a moment, all was silent. The dust swirled upward, and far above there was a feeble glow of light from the outside world. The stench swept over him. With a gasp he staggered to his feet, heading for the light, scrambling up the slide of bricks, falling, his face in the dirt, then up again and scrabbling with both hands. Suddenly he was out in the clear light, tumbling headfirst down the other side of the brick pile, landing facedown with a stunning blow.

He vaguely heard laughter, which ceased as soon as he rolled over. And then there was a rush to his side, hands picking him up, voices talking all at once.

"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" "He's hurt," came a voice. "He's all bloody." "Step back," said another. Boxer tried to catch his breath, tried to control the hammering of his heart.

"Don't move him. Call an ambulance." "Was it a cave-in?" The yammering went on and on. He finally coughed and sat up, to a sudden hush.

"Bones," he managed to say. "Bones? Whaddya mean, bones?" "He's not making any sense."

Boxer felt his head begin to clear. He looked around, feeling the hot blood running down his face. "Skulls, bones. Piled up. Dozens of them." Then he felt faint and lay down again, in the bright sunlight.


Excerpted from The Cabinet of Curiosities by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child Copyright ©2002 by Splendide Mendax, Inc., and Lincoln Child. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2008

    Very very good book

    The best of the first three by far and I liked the first two just fine. Very interesting plot, with Pendergast at his best and more of a developed character now. It will leave you scampering for 'Still Life with Crows,' and then on to 'Brimstone,' where things really 'heat up.'

    10 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2008


    I didn't hold out much hope for this book as the earlier two novels in the series proved to be a dissapoint, but i throughly enjoyed this novel. it was compelling and interesting. these guys write awesome thrillers and have captivated my interest.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2006

    Thier best book by far

    I would have to say this is the best book they have written. I felt as if I was in the story, they did a great job at making this story suspensful. It was very creepy and I couldn't put it down. I am a fan of all of thier books, and I think they did a great job of describing the story. This is a great read for anyone who love these books and I definetly recommend reading this one.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2011

    One of the most annoying books I have ever read.

    I really wanted to like this book but there were two BIG problems i had with it. The biggest was the new main character. Pendergast becomes the main hero of the series in this book and I can't stand him. The main "FBI Agent" has no boss, is rich, drives around with a chauffeur, can apparently time travel through his imagination, knows EVERYTHING, not just has several hobbies he has studied, he seems to know EVERYTHING, seems arrogant, and apparently has no faults. He is one of the most unlikeable characters I have ever come across. I mean why not just turn him into superman but get rid of kryptonite? (SPOILER) At one point after being gut shot by a .45, having his elbow shattered by the same .45, and still weak from being stabbed in the chest, he preforms surgery on himself. COME ON! I realize there is supposed to be some kind of supernatural element in these books but this character is just terrible.

    The second big problem I had with the book is EVERY CHARACTER basically turns into the same character. From the security guard to the head of the museum of natural history every character is (even if sometimes secretly) either an opera fanatic, loves old poetry or "arts" that would be considered to be something only the upper class elitists of the city's population would know anything about or enjoy, and will at some point quote some obscure mantra or passage from a book that 99% of the world would have never heard of. The only thing that really seems to separate "good guys" from "bad guys" (Pendergast being the exception) is that the bad guys are always made out to be snobs. The only reason I finished this book was because I really liked the idea of the story. I am not going to bother continuing the series with Pendergast taking the lead. However I did like and do think that the first two books in the series Relic and Reliquary are both worth reading. Although in Reliquary Pendergast really seems to start coming into his own as a really annoying, and "to perfect" of a hero. If you like books where the main character has basically no faults and the secondary characters all seem to be the same character and recycled from previous books then this is the book for you.

    4 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 21, 2010

    Fabulous and Exciting!

    Loved this book! I just finished it and it was the first of the Preston and Child books that I have read and I am currently adding all their books to my cart and buying them. It was fantastic, I was hooked from the first few pages. It was very interesting and captivating, I couldn't put it down! FABULOUS! It was so hard to not look ahead and try to figure out the book. I HIGHLY recommend reading this book even if you read no other Preston and Child book.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2007

    Bad writing if well researched

    These guys are very smart. They learned a lot in those Ivy League colleges they attended, but their writing is ponderous. Characters are one- dimensional and stereotypical. For a thriller, it's way too long--just how many descriptions of specimens in the museum's archives do we have to read before the plot progresses? Do we have to know the geographical details of Manhattan to such a minute degree? Okay, okay,they can download MapQuest. We get it. Descriptions of those over 40 is way off. A 54 year is described as shuffling in the manner of a 154 year old. Jerry Seinfeld is 53. President Bush and David Letterman are 60, just six years older than the murdered museum curator. Would anyone describe these vital men as elderly? Then there's the 96 year old Miss Havisham stereotype dithering away in black bombazine. I know a 94 year old women who plays online bridge and Scrabble in her Danish modern decorated home. I've never seen her in black bombazine. Maybe one can't expect much from fiction written by a committee

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2013

    I just discovered these authors and am now "hooked".

    I just discovered these authors and am now "hooked". I could not put this book down. Positively loved it. I have since finished 3 more of their books on Agent Pendergast. Twelve or Thirteen more to go.
    What stories. Thank you Preston & Child and keep on writing.

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  • Posted February 9, 2011

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    Creepy & Fun

    Agent Pendergast is...interestingly unique. I skipped the first two in the series by accident, but they're now on my reading list. This story had me going back and forth to who may have done it. I was wrong on all accounts. Which I love that twist. Interesting characters, interesting places, and I actually learned what a Cabinet of Curiosity was.

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  • Posted June 15, 2010

    Excellent Read!!

    This is my favorite Pendergast novel to date (including all novels written through 2010)! This is my second purchase of this title, as I've worn my first copy out.

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  • Posted May 15, 2010

    Douglas Preston

    Great reading. Couldn't put it down. Not his best, but still great.

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  • Posted May 11, 2010

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    Pendergast is a rock star

    After reading endless fantasy/scifi novels, this was a nice change. Pendergast is a wonderful protagonist, quick witted and sharp. I read the other books in the series before I got to this one, but really wish I'd have "gone in order". Not necessary for the stories sake, but it explains a lot of things about his house and Constance that I wondered about. Cabinet of Curiousities is definetly one of my favorites so far.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 27, 2009

    A new find for me

    This was my first time reading this author.I enjoyed it. I intend to purchase alot of his work. And if Rene is the one reading it I can tell you that it is a shoe-in for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2009

    Engaging and mysterious

    A really fun, entertaining story. I enjoy their stories a lot, especially the ones with agent Pendergast. He is such an odd, intriguing character.

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  • Posted October 12, 2009

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    Creepy in a good way

    This is the first Preston/Child book I've read and plan to read more. These characters are somehow strange and mysterious but with this teams writing you get to feel like you know them and like time in a weird stare at the car accident sort of way.

    I was eagarly turning pages and racing to "find out" and yet didn't want it to end.

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  • Posted September 21, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Special Agent Pendergast: Can he solve this case before it's too late?

    Special Agent Pendergast certainly has his work cut out. This book is dark, but thrilling! There are many clues in the book, see if you can recognize them and figure out what it pertains too!! As always, Agent Pendergast is ever so charming, witty, and highly talented! Great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2009


    Fascinating duo of authors. I thoroughly enjoy the touch of the super natural. SA Pendergast is a unique character with an intriguing combination of skills! Didn't want to put the book down.

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

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    Just What You Expect From Preston

    This book had everything I've come to expect from Preston - action, mystery, interesting twists that work your mind. I like the continuation of characters from different books and the small references to other story lines. All in all, this was a fun read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2009

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    Amazing book from start to finish. I was never bored once. Love these guys. This is one of their best, along with Riptide. Cabinet of Curiosities is the third in a series involving FBI Agent Pendergast, IMO one of the best fiction characters of all time. Read this book!!! You will not regret it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2008


    I started reading this late on a Friday evening and finished on Sunday evening - could not put it down. I love intense and I have to admit, I did have to take a break now and then... Special Agent Pendergast is one of the quirkiest characters I've ever read and yet, he always seems to be in the background of the other characters in the series, which are strong characters. The book is fast paced, but the last 150 pages, I just kept reading faster - like I said...intense, just like the first 2 Pendergast novels. The plot grabs you from page one - read this book!! Read it now!!

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  • Posted November 16, 2008

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    "Cabinet of Curiosities"

    What can I say. Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child have written another bone chilling horror story. The character's ,including our beloved FBI agent, are again wonderfully complex and interesting and of course there is the pure evil of our mad man that takes our breath away. The writing is great, the plot so scary and twisted, you won't want to put the book down.

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