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The Congo, roughly thirty years from now. Plague, civil war, and rampant genetic engineering have spawned widespread chaos and devastation throughout Africa. Nicholas Hyde is investigating a reported massacre in a remote corner of the Congo when his team is attacked by a band of fierce apelike creatures, possibly the result of illegal genetic experimentation on chimpanzees. Nick survives the encounter, only to discover himself at the center of a massive cover-up.

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Overview

The Congo, roughly thirty years from now. Plague, civil war, and rampant genetic engineering have spawned widespread chaos and devastation throughout Africa. Nicholas Hyde is investigating a reported massacre in a remote corner of the Congo when his team is attacked by a band of fierce apelike creatures, possibly the result of illegal genetic experimentation on chimpanzees. Nick survives the encounter, only to discover himself at the center of a massive cover-up.

Obligate, the supposedly eco-friendly transnational that now controls the Congo, denies the existence of the "white devils," and will stop at nothing to suppress all evidence to the contrary. Although Nick has secrets of his own to conceal, he becomes determined to uncover the origin of the mysterious creatures - and why certain individuals will kill to bury the truth.

But even the atrocities he has already witnessed cannot prepare him for the terrifying secret of the white devils.

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A visionary tour de force. An edge-of-your-seat roller-coaster ride that will leave you breathless and begging for more. No, these aren't reviews for the latest billion-dollar blockbuster motion picture; it's praise for Paul McAuley's White Devils, a biotechnological thriller that is guaranteed to chill readers to the bone.

In a near future that sees Africa a lawless wasteland after plagues wipe out nearly half a billion people and civil wars make warlords nearly omnipotent, an environmentally conscious transnational corporation has taken over the Congo in a putative attempt to save its people and rebuild its economy using ecologically friendly business principles. But in a land where illegal biotechnological experiments have killed millions and turned hundreds of acres of rainforest into a postapocalyptic nightmare called the Dead Zone, no one is to be trusted.

As part of a small team sent into a remote part of the Congo to investigate a massacre, British researcher Nicholas Hyde discovers that the dead have been brutally mauled. Someone -- or something -- has ripped them apart, bashed in their skulls, and eaten their brains. While examining the site, Nicholas and his party are attacked by a band of what appear to be white, hairless chimpanzees: except that they are much bigger, have needlelike fangs -- and carry automatic weapons.

A standout among McAuley's brilliant books, White Devils addresses controversial, timely themes from cloning and gene hacking to bioterrorism and body modification. It is a powerful and thought-provoking thriller. Paul Goat Allen

Lucius Shepard
"…everything a thriller should be - intellectually adventurous, compulsively readable, and a little chilling in its view of a world just around the corner from our own."
Michael Marshall
"Stunning proof that McAuley now leads the world in science thrillers. Not just a gripping, insightful novel, but a genuinely important book. Jaw-droppingly good."
San Diego Union Tribune
"White Devils is a breathtakingly plausible thriller, as fast-paced as, say, a Michael Crichton . . . but a helluva lot scarier."
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"White Devils is a breathtakingly plausible thriller, as fast-paced as, say, a Michael Crichton . . . but a helluva lot scarier."

San Diego Union Tribune on White Devils

"...everything a thriller should be - intellectually adventurous, compulsively readable, and a little chilling in its view of a world just around the corner from our own."

—Lucius Shepard on White Devils

"Stunning proof that McAuley now leads the world in science thrillers. Not just a gripping, insightful novel, but a genuinely important book.

Jaw-droppingly good."

—Michael Marshall on White Devils

"McAuley is one of our best."

Locus

"One of our most versatile and talented SF writers."

Publishers Weekly

"His prose is muscular, his dialogue crackling, his characters needy and vivid, and the plot races along."

The Washington Post on Whole Wide World

"The author demonstrates his talent for creating an sf conspiracy thriller set in a near-future that is both disturbing and plausible."

Library Journal on Whole Wide World

"A gripping conspiracy thriller."

Starlog on Whole Wide World

"A clear success, with a sympathetic but reticent narrator, a masterful recapturing of classic hardboiled tonalities, and a setting that is chilling in its matter-of-fact acceptance of the loss of 20key freedoms."

Locus on Whole Wide World

"McAuley thumps the pulpit for science and reason but always leaves room for the shrewd, passionate, ultimately hopeful human race in this vital contribution to SF."

Booklist on The Secret of Life

"The Secret of Life is a laser-sharp biothriller. McAuley gives us an exhilarating, terrifying ride through tomorrow's zeitgeist."

—Stephen Baxter

Publishers Weekly
Arthur C. Clarke Award-winner McAuley (Whole Wide World) delivers a grim and gruesome near-future thriller, in which a series of devastating plagues, some natural, some manmade, have spread across the earth. In Africa, where civil wars rage out of control and an enormous Dead Zone stretches across the continent, transnational corporations have taken over several nations, using them to conduct experiments in genetic engineering that are illegal elsewhere. Nicholas Hyde, part of a team sent to investigate a massacre, discovers that the dead have been horribly mauled, their skulls smashed and their brains removed. When gun-wielding primates the size of 10-year-old children with enormous claws and teeth-the white devils-attack the team, Hyde is one of the few survivors. On returning to what passes for civilization, he's appalled to learn that the powers-that-be refuse to believe his story, insisting that the hideous creatures were merely enemy soldiers in disguise. Obsessed with a need to speak for the dead, Nicholas, who has his own dark secret to hide, sets out to uncover the truth about the white devils. Though more complex than necessary, this novel serves as a powerful warning about the sinister possibilities inherent in genetic engineering. (Feb. 24) FYI: McAuley has also won the Philip K. Dick and John W. Campbell awards. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
The African continent suffers from plague, civil war, and unchecked genetic experimentation. Sent to investigate a particularly heinous crime in the Congo, Nicholas Hyde and his team come under attack by a group of apelike creatures and find themselves in the middle of a government conspiracy to hide its actions from the common people. The author of the "Confluence" trilogy and Whole Wide World raises many important issues, such as the ethics of genetic manipulation, in an sf thriller that belongs in most libraries. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Near-future biological horror from the talented, versatile British author of Whole Wide World (2002), etc. Perhaps 30 years from now, Africa has been ravaged by "gengineered" products ranging from the playful-butterflies whose wings bear corporate logos-to deadly plagues like Black Flu and the plastic disease; gene hackers have re-created extinct animals like saber-toothed tigers and four-tusked elephants; in the huge, mysterious Dead Zone, the trees have, literally, melted. Obligate, an environmentally conscious transnational, controls the Congo, where former soldier Nick Hyde, now working for the aid concern Caritas, goes to investigate a reported massacre by rebel troops, only to find the bodies mutilated as if by wild animals, the livers and brains ripped out and eaten. Soon Nick and his companions are attacked by fast, vicious, apelike white devils-creatures smart enough to learn how to use guns. Nick barely escapes. He will team up with courageous journalist Harmony Boniface, eventually learning-despite a lethally heavy cover-up attempt-that the creatures were an attempt to re-create Australopithecus by reverse-engineering chimpanzee DNA. The three scientists involved were Matthew Faber (his mind schizophrenically shattered, he now observes the Gentle People, nonaggressive cousins of the white devils), vanished mind-control expert Danny Lovegrave, and Faber's ex-wife Teryl Meade, currently an Obligate bigwig-and prepared to do anything to conceal her involvement. Meanwhile, Faber's archaeologist daughter, Elspeth, has uncovered firm evidence of cannibalism among direct human ancestors; and survivalist-religious fanatic Cody Corbin has taken it upon himself to destroy theabominations and their makers. Apart from the tough-slog present-tense narrative and sheer density of detail: McAuley's heart-of-darkness is as bleak, scarifying, persuasive, and terrible as it gets.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765346797
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/1/2005
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 544
  • Product dimensions: 4.16 (w) x 6.77 (h) x 1.18 (d)

Meet the Author

Paul McAuley was born in England on St George's Day 1955. He has worked as a research biologist in various universities, including Oxford and UCLA, and for six years was a lecturer in botany at St Andrews University. The first short story he ever finished was accepted by the American magazine Worlds of If, but the magazine folded before publishing it and he took this as a hint to concentrate on an academic career instead. He started writing again during a period as a resident alien in Los Angeles, and is now a full time writer.

His first novel, Four Hundred Billion Stars, won the Philip K. Dick Memorial Award, and fifth, Fairyland, won the 1995 Arthur C. Clarke and John W. Campbell Awards. His other novels include Of the Fall, Eternal Light, Red Dust, Pasquale's Angel, the three books of Confluence, Child of the River, Ancients of Days, and Shrine of Stars, The Secret of Life, Whole Wide World, and the forthcoming White Devils. He has also published two collections of short stories, The King of the Hill, and The Invisible Country. A Doctor Who novella, the Eye of the Tyger, is due from Telos Books in November 2003, forty years after the author was scared behind the couch by the Daleks, and a third short story collection, Little Machines will be published by PS Publishing in 2004. He lives in North London.

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Chapter 1

Nicholas Hyde is working late and alone when Tremaine Thompson comes up the hill to ask his question. The setting sun throws Tremaine's shadow ahead of him as he climbs through strip fields on the slope above the shallow tributary of the Congo River and the ruins of the village. The day's stored heat beats up from the red African dirt. Dry stubble crackles under his boots. In the gallery forest at the edge of the fields, mobs of butterflies, their wings printed with the blue, red, and white logo of a famous soft drink, are love-bombing flowering vines, as indifferent to what happened here as to what has been done to their genes.

Fourteen months ago, a ragged gang of armed men burst out of the forest and seized control of the village. They were soldiers loyal to Sergeant Samuel Nyibizo's military dictatorship, in headlong retreat from the victorious forces of a democratic coalition supported by Obligate, the biggest and brashest of the new wave of environmentally conscious transnationals. The soldiers shot two men who tried to resist, and rounded up the rest of the villagers and forced them to undress. They killed the village's pigs and chickens, set fire to the huts and the little tin-roofed schoolhouse, smashed the solar-powered water pump and the satellite dish. Then they marched the naked men, women, and children up into the fields.

A young woman who had been collecting wild ginger in the forest saw something of what the soldiers did before she lost her nerve and ran away. She said that they killed the women first, because they had been making the most noise-because they had been pleading for the lives of their children. She said that the soldiers raped the women and hacked them to death, and then they started to kill the men and the children.

"It was like they were butchering animals," she told one of the debriefing officers of the War Crimes Tribunal, in Brazzaville. "They took turns to kill. It was hard work."

Tremaine is in charge of the forensic team that is investigating the massacre on behalf of the humanitarian charity, Witness. The strip fields have been cleared of weeds and scrub, a grid of white tape has been strung from aluminium stakes, and little red flags on weighted wires mark the position of each scattering of bones. More than half the remains have been photographed, documented, and removed; those left are covered by sheets of green plastic. As he walks up the hill, Tremaine thinks that the red flags and pegged green rectangles scattered across the white grid have the look of a half-finished board game.

Nicholas Hyde is working near the top of the slope. Like Hell's own gardener, he's kneeling on a silicone pad, using the ceramic blade of his Emerson folding knife to tease up and cut away fibrous roots that have knitted themselves through the skull and ribcage and backbone of a woman's skeleton. He's so intent on his work that he does not look up until Tremaine Thompson's shadow falls across him.

"Man, how I hate that climb," Tremaine says, reaching into his day bag. He's seriously out of breath. Sweat maps dark continents across the front and back of his Philadelphia Police Department T-shirt. "Here you go. I thought I'd bring you a beer, seeing as it's the cocktail hour."

Nicholas Hyde fields the cold can and sits back on his heels and holds it against the back of his neck; Tremaine fishes out another, cracks it, and takes a long swallow. He's heavy man with a broad, pleasant face and a shaved head. He has degrees in pathology and forensic anthropology, and took a leave of absence from the Chief Medical Examiner's Office in Philadelphia to work a tour as Witness Green Congo's Chief Forensic Investigator. He has three children and two grandchildren, a wife of thirty-one years he phones every night, a five-bedroom suburban house, and membership in two golf clubs: an ordinary life that's as far removed from what happened on this African hillside as the sunlit surface of the sea is from benthic trenches populated by pale, crawling flowers and transparent nightmares all maw and stomach.

"I see you're working up here without a gun," Tremaine says.

"It didn't seem necessary."

"As if you didn't carry one while you were doing your biodiversity work, way out there in the woods."

"Actually, we were usually escorted by soldiers."

"Mad dogs and Englishmen go out without a gun."

"Why is it that every American I meet has to prove that they can mangle the first line of that song?"

Nicholas Hyde says this without a trace of a smile. A lean, self-contained young man in running shorts, long-sleeved T-shirt, sneakers and Kevlar gloves, his complexion burnt nutbrown by the African sun. Giving Tremaine a deadpan stare, like Buster Keaton, or that little Japanese guy who used to make those weird gangster movies. He pressed hard to be transferred from lab to fieldwork, and has proven to be a good worker, dedicated, meticulous, and uncomplaining, although he's neither a mixer nor a team player. He always seems to be on the edge of things, quiet and watchful, the epitome of the infamous reserve Tremaine has consistently failed to detect in any of the other Brits, from irreverent journalists to sardonically weary aid workers, he's met out here. Perhaps that's why he keeps trying to get a rise out of the guy; perhaps that's why he's come up here now.

Tremaine says, trying to justify his little joke, "There are plenty of people who think we're the bad guys, Nick. Plenty who don't like that we're disturbing the dead, usually because they've got something to hide. They had themselves a nasty little civil war in the Congo. There were atrocities on both sides. Obligate tolerates what we do because it's good PR and even better politics—they believe that the atrocities we're documenting will eventually help indict Nyibizo and his Loyalists for war crimes. But that doesn't mean they feel they have to take care of us. Also, do I have to mention the wild animals? You're walking down some little jungle path and you come across a bull buffalo, you'll be sorry if you aren't carrying."

"I don't think you'd want to shoot at a forest buffalo with a handgun, Tre. They're pretty hard to kill."

"One shot through the eye will do it, or better still, between the front legs into the heart," Tremaine says, thumping his own chest and spilling a little beer on his sweat-soaked T-shirt. "No problem."

"Even if you do make the kill shot," Nicholas Hyde says, "forest buffalo generally travel in groups of three or four. And they're quick, too. They can easily run a man down. If you ever shoot one, Tre, you should make sure you're near a tree that you can climb, and get as high as you can before its friends come at you."

"I'll keep it in mind. But you know what we mostly have to worry about are bandits, gangsters, Loyalists…anyone who sees charity workers as easy targets, or wants to take us hostage, or blames us for the Black Flu, or wants to hack us open to get at our magic bullets. Twenty-five, thirty years ago, we wouldn't be having this conversation because we wouldn't have needed to carry guns, but now the world's in such a sorry state we can't afford not to."

"I'll be sure to bring a gun along with me next time," Nicholas Hyde says, and sets the unopened can of beer on the ground and turns back to the scatter of half-excavated bones.

"When you decide to work all alone up here, you have to remember to be super-careful." Tremaine Thompson finishes off his beer, suppresses a belch. "How's she coming?"

Nicholas Hyde is using his knife to scrape away the hard dirt that cups the face-down skull. He works with finicky care, his thumb close to the tip of the serrated blade; after a year in the sweltering rot of the swamp forest, the skull is porous and fragile, stained orange-brown by the iron-rich laterite clay. He says, "She had both her arms hacked off below the forearms, and there are deep cuts in her shoulder blades and arm bones."

"On the outer edges?"

"How did you know?"

"Defence marks. Someone swings at you with a machete, you lift your arms to protect yourself."

Tremaine demonstrates by wrapping his left arm over the top of his head. He has been in-country for five months, has worked two dozen sites like this. Body dumps on back roads; burnt-out buildings with walls bullet-pocked at heart height and floors ankle-deep in human ash; mass graves in churned fields; a church full of butchered skeletons; bones scattered in dry grass, in quiet forest clearings…And back in Philadelphia, of course, he has stood over more dead citizens than he cares to remember. But despite his intimate acquaintance with the dead, he still can't imagine what it must have been like to hack to death more than forty men, women, and children in one long, hot, bloody afternoon. It was hard work. The soldiers taking turns, making sure that they were all implicated in the atrocity. Taking no pleasure in the killing, working steadily until it was done. A grim but necessary job. Hard work. He catches between two fingers the wire planted beside the skeleton and squints at the number on its little red flag. "Gordy finished up the mitochondrial DNA comparisons just an hour ago. Twenty-three here was the mother of two small boys we found down where they killed the men and the children."

Nick doesn't look up from his work. "You came all the way up here to tell me that?"

"Don't forget that I also brought beer."

"We still don't know her name. We don't know any of their names."

"We've DNA-fingerprinted every one of them, and scans of the skulls will give us approximate facial reconstructions. Maybe the woman who survived the massacre will be able to recognize her family and friends. Or maybe some of the young men who were away at war when this happened are still alive. Maybe someone will come forward when we post everything we've found here."

"But that doesn't happen too often."

"You have to understand that things got pretty messed up here. Two-thirds of the population died of the Black Flu, and half the survivors were killed by starvation, or by the military dictatorship, the civil war…"

"I've seen the mass graves," Nicholas Hyde says. Dry as a bone.

"Tens of thousands of people buried in them, no one knows how many, no one knows their names," Tremaine says, watching as the young Englishman jabs and scrapes at the hard red dirt around the skull. "Just like every town and city in Africa, all over what they used to call the developing world. We try to make sure that it doesn't happen again, that everyone who dies or was killed has someone who'll know who they were, who'll speak for them. Something like this, it might be a couple of years before we can put names to these poor people, find their relatives and let them know what happened. And yeah, there's always the possibility that we never will find out who they were. But we do what we can, and if you keep at this, Nick, you'll learn that's enough."

"You came to Africa because you think that's important."

"Sure. And I guess because I feel guilty because the States got off so lightly," Tremaine says, remembering people on the streets wearing all kinds of gas masks, drugstores rationing stocks of antibiotics, soldiers and National Guardsmen outside every public building, and lines waiting to pass through security checks. The media hysteria about bioterrorism, demonstrations outside research labs; the friend of a friend, a biochemist, who lost the fingers of her right hand to a letter bomb. The President addressing the nation the day after cruise missiles were launched at targets all around the world, making that speech about sterilizing the breeding grounds of evil, old enmities flaring into countless little wars and skirmishes all over the globe, and the self-perpetuating rounds of rumour, counter-rumour and black propaganda that ran on long after it was definitively proved that the Black Flu was not after all a bioweapon released by fanatics, but an entirely natural plague.

Tremaine says, "It wasn't the best of times, but it wasn't anything like as bad as it was here. Back in the States, there were basically two kinds of reaction to what happened in Africa and the rest of the Third World. The first, you saw on the news a shot of bulldozers pushing hundreds of bodies into a pit, and you thought, it's nothing to do with me, they're just Africans, and you switched channels. The second, you thought, those are human beings, someone's daughter, someone's son…You felt what the Germans call Weltschmerz."

"World sorrow."

"World sorrow. It touched you or it didn't touch you. I guess it touched me. Hey, I think you've got it."

Nicholas Hyde lays down his knife and gently tugs the skull from its matrix and turns it over in his gloved hands. Jaw and cheekbones and eye sockets are stained black by tissue decomposition. A fringe of hair still clings to the forehead.

"Take a look," he says, and Tremaine leans closer, the two men caught up in this intimate moment.

There's a neat hole drilled into the brow of the skull, just above the gaping nasal cleft.

"Someone took pity on her," Nicholas Hyde says.

"Probably with a .22 or some other small-calibre pistol," Tremaine says.

"There doesn't seem to be an exit wound. The bullet might still be in there."

"This isn't a murder investigation," Tremaine says as Nicholas Hyde sets the skull down and takes a series of photographs with a tiny camera. "We're not here to bring anyone to justice. All we can do is speak for the dead. Document how they were murdered, try to find out their names and their stories, and if nothing else give them a decent burial. Maybe someone did take pity on her. Or maybe they were pissed off because she was screaming too loudly, or because she spoke back. Or maybe it was just an impulse. Someone had a pistol in their hand, and here was this woman looking at them; they shot her to see what would happen, or to cap a joke, or just because they could. You can go crazy trying to figure out the how and the why, Nick, and it isn't why we're here."

A beat of silence. The sun has gone down with its usual lack of ceremony. The air is darkening all around the two men. Insect orchestras are tuning up for their nightlong mass concert. Lights burn inside the half-dozen tents pitched at the river's edge; they look like a cluster of festival lanterns, like a brave little fleet of UFOs from a kinder, better world.

Tremaine says, "You've been with us something like six weeks?"

"Something like that."

If Nicholas Hyde resents Tremaine's little lecture, he doesn't show it. He tucks the camera in his shirt pocket and strips off his gloves, cracks the tab on his can of beer and daintily sips the spill of foam that wells up.

Tremaine says, "You like working out in the field?"

"I don't know if I like it. But it feels right. I feel as if I've found something I can do well. Something I didn't know I was looking for."

"You ever find yourself liking digging up the bones of murdered people, liking seeing what was done to them before they died, you know it's time to get out. Anyhow, the reason why I came up here," Tremaine says, "wasn't to give you a pep talk. I've got another job. A hot scene, just called in. We're the nearest team, and they're sending a helicopter to pick me up sometime tomorrow morning. I need an assistant, and I saw you working all alone up here and thought you might be interested."

"Why ask me, Tre? I don't have any forensic training. I'm just killing time until I get a new contract."

"Yeah, and have you applied for anything lately?"

"I've heard there's a job in Madagascar. Counting beetle species in second-growth forest."

"Shaking trees and counting the bugs that fall out of them? Forget about it, Nick. I know you've got a bad jones for this kind of work or you wouldn't be up here right now, taking the extra time to finish up this particular job. You have some medical training, you have your army training: it's about time I tried you out on a hot scene. If you don't come along, you'll be regretting it, believe me."

"What do you know about it?"

"It's a couple of hundred klicks north of here, an old oil palm plantation on a tributary of the Likouala aux Herbes River. A light aircraft ferrying a group of aid workers reported smoke, the local army post sent a patrol to take a look, and they discovered a massacre so fresh the bodies were still bleeding."

"Loyalists killed them?"

"Obligate would like to think so, which is why they're grudgingly allowing us in as independent observers. I have to warn you that it's a hairy mission. There are plenty of Loyalists operating in the area; they killed a couple of people just yesterday, not forty klicks from the massacre site. Do you want to go for it?"

"Why not?"

Tremaine Thompson grins. "You're my man," he says.

Copyright © 2004 by Paul McAuley

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2006

    Ideas are great, but story bogs down

    The most interesting part of the book for me was the extrapolation of genetic engineering theory into the near future and the dark ramifications that this could lead to by an author who really knows this stuff. Unfortunately, the book takes a big detour becoming an action/adventure yarn with a huge bodycount, melodramatic villains, and characters who refuse to shake hands! My suspension of disbelief failed when a Rambo-like Christian warrior motivated only by some seemingly random out-of-context verse in the Bible appears to pretty much create an excuse for tons of explosions, bodies, and convenient means to end the reign of the various villains. There are great ideas in here like gengineered butterflies with Pepsi logos that have prevailed over the indigenous African species. The world is half-way developed with a scientology-like religion that requires a partial lobotomy to join, but there doesn't appear to be much point to a lot of this. Again, I enjoyed the world McAuley created and the many ideas he devolops in this cautionary story of gengineering gone crazy. I just didn't care for the extreme violence and throw-away characters wrapped around it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2004

    genetic reengineering cautionary tale

    The genetic engineering experiments have desolated Africa as outsider research biologists have used the continent as a giant laboratory. Not caring about the consequences to the African people, the experimenters created dangerous extinct animals like the saber-toothed tiger and various other outputs ranging from the benign corporate logo butterflies to the pandemic diseases. Especially brutal has become the no man¿s land Dead Zone, where trees have melted into wooden pools. The environmental group that rules over areas like the Congo, the Obligate, sends former mercenary Nick Hyde to lead an investigation into a recent massacre. Nick and his team find ripped asunder corpses with remains of brains that appear devoured. Appalled by the gruesome sight, Nick and his squad come under attack by lightning quick ferocious apelike creatures that use guns. The team is slaughtered with Nick escaping. Back in civilization, no one believes Nick¿s tale of demon killers except journalist Harmony Boniface. As they plan to return to the site of the carnage, they begin to unravel a major cover-up of a failed effort to re-erect Australopithecus, but that knowledge is lethal to anyone outside the conspiracy. <P>This heart of Africa tale depicts a dark future if certain genetic reengineering paths are followed. The story line is a cautionary tale of a Dr. Frankenstein variety using state of the art genome knowledge as a base for science unchecked turning the continent into hell. The plot is frightening as the depth of details makes the case for concern that recklessness can lead to devastation unheard of even in biblical proportions. However, the intensity is so realistic; it also slows down the plot as readers frightfully envision a near futuristic bleak landscape. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2004

    A Great Read!

    WOW: I would like to read more like this. A great story from a good author. This is the first book I have read by this author but it won't be the last.

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