Joe Ledger and the DMS (Department of Military Sciences) go up against two competing groups of geneticists....
One side is creating exotic transgenic monsters and genetically enhanced mercenary armies. The other is using twenty-first-century technology to continue the Nazi Master Race program begun by Josef Mengele. Both sides want to see the DMS destroyed-and they've drawn first blood. Neither side is prepared for Joe Ledger as he leads Echo Team to war under a black flag.
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Jonathan Maberry is the New York Times bestselling and multiple Bram Stoker Awardwinning author of Fall of Night, Rot & Ruin, the Pine Deep Trilogy, Zombie CSU and The Nightsiders. He writes comics for Marvel (Captain America: Hail Hydra, Black Panther, etc), Dark Horse (Bad Blood) and IDW (V-Wars, Rot & Ruin). His Joe Ledger series is in development for television.
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The Dragon Factory
By Jonathan Maberry
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2010 Jonathan Maberry
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Holy Redeemer Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland Saturday, August 28; 8:04 A.M.
Time Remaining on the Extinction Clock: 99 hours, 56 minutes
"Detective Ledger?" he said, and held out an ID case. "NSA."
"How do you spell that?"
Not a flicker of a smile touched the concrete slab of his face. He was as big as me, and the three goons with him were even bigger. All of them in sunglasses with American flags pinned on their chests. Why does this stuff always seem to happen to me?
"We'd like you to come with us," said the guy with the flat face.
"Why?" We were in the parking lot of Holy Redeemer Cemetery in Baltimore. I had a mixed bunch of bright yellow daffodils in one hand and a bottle of spring water in the other. I had a pistol tucked into the back of my jeans under an Orioles away-game shirt. I never used to bring a piece to Helen's grave, but over the last few months things have changed. Life's become more complicated, and the gun was a habit 24/7. Even here.
The Goon Squad was definitely packing. Three right-handers and one lefty. I could see the faint bulges even under the tailored suits. The lefty was the biggest of the bunch, a moose with steroid shoulders and a nose that looked like it had been punched at least once from every possible angle. If things got weird, he'd be the grabby type. The guys on either side of him were pretty boys; they'd keep their distance and draw on me. Right now they were about fourteen feet out and their sports coats were unbuttoned. Smooth.
"We'd like you to come with us," Slab-face said again.
"I heard you. I asked, 'Why?'"
"Please, Detective —"
"It's Captain Ledger, actually." I put a bit of frost in it even though I kept a smile on my face.
He said nothing.
"Have a nice day," I said, and started to turn. The guy next to Slab-face — the one with the crooked nose — put his hand on my shoulder.
I stopped and looked down at his big hand and then up at his face. I didn't say a word and he didn't move his hand. There were four of them and one of me. The Nose probably thought that gave them a clean edge, and since NSA guys are pretty tough he was probably right. On the other hand, these guys tend to believe their own hype, and that can come back to bite you. I don't know how much they knew about me, but if this clown had his hand on me then they didn't know enough.
I tapped his wrist with the bunch of daffodils. "You mind?"
He removed his hand, but he stepped closer. "Don't make this complicated."
"'Why?'" I said, "is not a complicated question."
He gave me a millimeter of a smile. "National security."
"Bullshit. I'm in national security. Go through channels."
Slab-face touched the Nose's shoulder and moved him aside so he could look me in the eyes. "We were told to bring you in."
"Who signed the order?"
"There you go again,"
Slab-face took a breath through his nose. "Captain Ledger." He poured enough acid in it to melt through battleship armor.
"What's your name?" I asked. He hadn't held the ID up long enough for me to read it.
He paused. "Special Agent John Andrews."
"Tell you what, Andrews, this is how we're going to play it. I'm going to go over there and put flowers on the grave of my oldest and dearest friend — a woman who suffered horribly and died badly. I plan to sit with her for a while and I hope you have enough class and manners to allow me my privacy. Watch if you want to, but don't get in my face. If you're still here when I'm done, then we can take another swing at the 'why' question and I'll decide whether I go with you."
"What's this bullshit?" snapped the Nose.
Andrews just looked at me.
"That's the agenda, Andrews," I said. "Take it or leave it."
Despite his orders and his professional cool, he was a little off-balance. The very fact that he was hesitating meant that there was something hinky about this, and my guess was that he didn't know what it was — so he wasn't ready to try to strong-arm me. I was a federal agent tied to Homeland — or close enough for his purposes — and I held military rank on top of it. He couldn't be sure that a misstep here wouldn't do him some career harm. I watched his eyes as he sorted through his playbook.
"Ten minutes," he said.
I should have just nodded and gone to visit Helen's grave, but the fact that they were accosting me here of all places really pissed me off. "Tell you what," I said, stepping back but still smiling. "When it gets to ten minutes start holding your breath."
I gave him a cheery wink and used the index finger of the hand holding the bottle to point at the Nose. Then I turned and headed through the tombstones, feeling the heat of their stares on my back like laser sights.CHAPTER 2
Holy Redeemer Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland Saturday, August 28; 8:06 A.M.
Time Remaining on the Extinction Clock: 99 hours, 54 minutes
Helen's grave was on the far side of the cemetery in one of the newer sections. The whole place was flat as a pancake, but there were enough crypts and monuments to provide nominal cover. My watchdogs could see me, but I had a little bit of freedom of movement if I kept it subtle. Out of my peripheral vision I saw the Nose and one of the other guys — a blond surfer-looking dude — circling the access road in order to flank me.
I smiled. Together the four of them may have had a shot. Separated the only advantage they were leaving themselves was observation. At the current distances I could force a two-on-one situation with either Slab-face and his backup or the Nose and the Surfer. I was comfortable with those odds.
Autopilot took me to the grave. I'd switched the flowers and water bottle to my left hand so I could stick my right in my pocket. I've become adept at surreptitious speed-dialing and used my thumbnail to tap a number and a three-digit situation status code.
It always hurt to come here, but it hurt worse to miss a week. In the two years since Helen's suicide I'd missed maybe four weekly visits. Last week was one because I was busting up a lab in Virginia where a couple of absolute fruitball scientists were trying to create a weaponized airborne strain of SARS to sell to terrorists. We had to dissuade them. I figured Helen would forgive me.
As I laid the flowers on the bright green grass on her grave my cell vibrated in my pocket.
"Excuse me, honey," I murmured, placing my palm briefly on the cold headstone, "but I have to take this."
I pulled the cell out and knelt down as if praying, so that my body hid the phone as I flipped it open. There was no name on the display, but I knew it was my boss. "I'm having an interesting morning," I said. The alert word was "interesting."
"This line is secure. Sit rep?" asked Mr. Church. I've worked for him for almost two months now and I still didn't know his real name. I've heard people refer to him as the Deacon, Colonel Eldritch, the Sexton, and a few other names, but when I'd met him he introduced himself as Mr. Church, so I used that. He was somewhere north of sixty but not where it showed. My boys had a pool going as to whether he was an ex-Delta gunslinger or a CIA spook who'd moved up to management.
"Have we pissed off anybody in Washington lately?"
"Not so far this morning," he said. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm at the cemetery. Couple of NSA stiffs have asked me to accompany them saying it was a national security issue, but they dodged my questions when I tried to find out what the deal was."
"Do you have names?"
"Just one. John Andrews." I described him and the others. "They're not waving warrants around, but it's pretty clear this isn't a request."
"Let me make some calls. Do nothing until I call you back."
"These goons are waiting on me."
"Do you care?"
"Nor do I."
He hung up. I smiled at the dragonflies that were hovering over Helen's tombstone and let a few minutes pass. Inside I was churning. What the hell was this all about? Even though I knew I hadn't done anything bad enough to warrant this kind of thing, I still had that guilty feeling inside. It was weird, because I didn't think cops got that from other cops.
So far this made no sense. The book was closed on my last mission and I had nothing new on the griddle, and the last time I'd even had a brush with the NSA was last month, but that had been on a job that had ended satisfactorily for everyone involved. No stubbed toes or hurt feelings. So why did they want to pick me up?
My worry meter jumped a few points when I saw two government Crown Vics roll in through the gate and park on either side of my Explorer. Four more NSA agents climbed out and moved quickly to take up positions on logical exit routes. Four exits, four two-man teams. Slab-face was by the cars; the Nose and one other agent were between my car and the exit.
My cell vibrated and I answered it.
"Listen to me," said Church. "Apparently we have rattled someone's cage in D.C. and the situation has some wrinkles. As you know, the President is undergoing bypass surgery, and while he's out that officially puts the VP in charge. The VP has never liked the DMS and has been very vocal about it. It looks like he's making a run at dismantling it."
"On what grounds?"
"He's somehow convinced the Attorney General that I've been blackmailing the President to give the DMS an unusual amount of power and freedom of movement."
"That's kind of true, though, isn't it?"
"It isn't as simple as that, but for legal purposes the NSA have permission to arrest and detain all DMS staff, seize all of our facilities, et cetera."
"Can he do that?"
"Yes. He's the de facto Commander in Chief. Though once the President wakes up and resumes command the VP's probably going to face some heat, but that will be in a few hours and the VP can do a lot of damage in that time. Aunt Sallie says that the NSA has landed two choppers at Floyd Bennett Field and is deploying a team. They do have warrants."
Aunt Sallie was Church's second in command and the Chief of Operations for the Hangar, the main DMS headquarters in Brooklyn. I'd never met her, but the rumors about her among the DMS staff were pretty wild.
Church said, "The Veep is operating in a narrow window here. We need to stall him until the President regains power. I can stall the Attorney General."
I almost laughed. "This is really about MindReader, isn't it?"
MindReader was a computer system that Church had either designed or commissioned — I still didn't know which — but it could bypass any security, intrude into any hard drive as long as there was some kind of link, WIFI or hardline, and get out again without leaving a footprint. As far as I knew, there was nothing else like it in the world, and I think we can all be thankful for that; and it was MindReader that kept the DMS one step ahead of a lot of terrorist networks. My friend Maj. Grace Courtland had confided her suspicions to me that it was MindReader that gave Church the clout he needed to keep the President and other government officials off his back. Freedom of movement kept the DMS efficient because it negated the red tape that had slowed Homeland down to a bureaucratic crawl.
MindReader was a very dangerous tool for a lot of reasons, and we all hoped that Church had the kind of clarity of vision and integrity of purpose to use it for only the right reasons. If the VP took control if it, we'd be cooked. Plus, Church didn't trust the MindReader system in anyone else's hands. He had almost no faith in the nobler elements of the political mind. Good call.
"Major Courtland says that three unmarked Humvees are parked outside the Warehouse," he said.
"What's the Veep's game plan?"
"I don't know. Even as Acting President I can't see him risking force to stop us. That gives us a little elbow room."
"So why's he want me? I can't access MindReader without you personally logging me in."
"He doesn't know that. There are NSA teams zeroing four other DMS field offices and team leaders. They're going for a sweep. But whatever they're doing has to be bloodless, which is probably why Agent Andrews gave you a few minutes with Ms. Ryan."
"Maybe, but he called for backup. Two other cars just rolled in. Lots of Indians, only one cowboy."
"Can you get away?"
"Depends on how I'm allowed to go about it."
"Don't get taken, Captain, or you'll disappear into the system. It'll take six months to find you and you'll be no good to me when we do."
"Feeling the love," I said, but he ignored me.
"This is fragile," Church cautioned. "Anyone pulls a trigger and they'll use it to take the DMS apart."
"I may have to dent some of these boys."
"I can live with that." He disconnected.
As I pocketed my phone I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. My ten minutes were up. Andrews and his Goon Squad were closing in.
These guys shouldn't have come out here. Not here.
"Okay," I said to myself, "let's dance."CHAPTER 3
The Deck, southwest of Gila Bend, Arizona Saturday, August 28; 8:07 A.M.
Time Remaining on the Extinction Clock: 99 hours, 53 minutes
It's refreshing to be insane. Just as it's liberating to be aware of it.
Cyrus Jakoby had known that freedom and satisfaction for many years. It was a tool that he used every bit as much as if it was a weapon. In his view it was in no way a limitation. Not when one is aware of the shape and scope of one's personal madness, and Cyrus knew every inch and ounce of his own.
"Are you comfortable, Mr. Cyrus?"
His aide and companion of many years, Otto Wirths, was a stick figure in white livery, with mud-colored eyes and a knife scar that bisected his mouth and left nostril. Otto was an evil-looking man with a thick German accent and a body like a stick bug. He was the only one allowed to still call Cyrus by his real name — or, at least, the name that had become real to both of them.
"Quite comfortable, Otto," Cyrus murmured. "Thank you."
Cyrus settled back against a wall of decorative pillows, each with a different mythological animal embroidered in brilliantly colored thread. The newly laid luncheon tray sat astride his lap glittering with cut glass and polished silver. Cyrus never ate breakfast — he thought eggs were obscene in every form — and was never out of bed before one o'clock. The entire work, leisure, and sleep schedule here at the Deck reflected this, and it pleased Cyrus that he could shift the whole pattern of life according to his view of time.
While Cyrus adjusted himself in bed, Otto crossed the room and laid fresh flowers under a large oil painting of a rhesus monkey that they had long ago named Gretel. There was a giclée print of the painting in every room of the facility, and in every room of the Hive — their secret production factory in Costa Rica. Cyrus virtually worshiped that animal and frequently said that he owed more to it than to any single human being he had ever known. It was because of that animal that their campaign against blacks and homosexuals had yielded virtually incalculable success and a death toll that had surpassed World War II. Otto fully agreed, though he personally thought the hanging of prints was a bit excessive.
On the table below the portrait was a large Lucite box arranged under lights that presented it with the same reverence as the painting. A swarm of mayflies flitted about in the box. Tubes fed temperature-controlled air into the container. The tiny insects were the first true success that Cyrus and Otto had pioneered. That team at the Institute for Stem Cell Research in Edinburgh was still dining out on having found the so-called immortality master gene in mouse DNA, though they hadn't a clue as to how to exploit its potential. Otto and Cyrus — along with a team of colleagues who were, sadly, all dead now — had cracked that puzzle forty years ago. And they'd found it in the humble mayfly.
"What's on the schedule today?"
Otto shook out an Irish linen napkin with a deft flick and tucked it into the vee of Cyrus's buttoned pajama top. "Against your recommendation Mr. Sunderland allowed the Twins to persuade him to try and capture the MindReader computer system. Apparently they feel they've outgrown Pangaea."
"Capture it? Nonsense ... it won't work," Cyrus said with a dismissive wave of the hand.
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The dragon factory being the second joe ledgar book is just as unique and maybe even better than the first. At first, when i found out there was going to be another joe ledgar story, i thought it would have to include zombies just like the first, but man did maberry throw me for a loop. The series has the whole X-files thing and maberry makes sci-fi seem so realistic. I just can't believe how much action and character development is crammed into these books, there is never a boring page. I admit, at first i only picked up patient zero for its zombie storyline, but now, i want to read every tale of joe ledgar. I also read that this series is supposed to be optioned for a tv series. If anybody wants a thriller and action packed story, this is the one! Also if anybody is a resident evil fan, read Patient Zero, it seems just like a plot of resident evil and i don't know who is more like joe ledgar; Chris Redfield or Leon Kennedy? Other recommendations; The whole Vampire Academy Series, Any Scott Sigler book or podcast, One Second After, The Ruins, Fragment, World War Z, Monster Nation series.
After reading Rot and Ruin, I couldn't stop reading your books. The Rot and Ruin series was a blast and I am excited for Flesh and Bones. Anyways, this series was a hell of a ride so far but has a sad and unexpected ending in this book. But it wont stop me from reading the rest of the series! Keep up the good work!
The action parts are awesome and will keep you wanting more and even the slow parts are well written and interesting. defiantly worth the read
This book will have you on the edge of your seat or wherever your sitting and will have you guessing until the very end.
An enjoyable follow up to Jonathan Maberry¿s Patient Zero, The Dragon Factory is what you would expect from a very capable author. It brings back Joe Ledger, a strong modern character, who you can cheer for. A suspense filled fast read, I¿d recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed Patient Zero. To those who have not read Patient Zero, I suggest starting there as it is a fun book as well.
The Dragon Factory is a fun second book to Patient Zero. The same protagonists are continued and explored. New villains threaten the world. Most excellent!Now it seems almost formulaic, the way the villains move against each other, as it was also seen in Patient Zero. But it is forgivable even if the reasons were better-yet-echoed from the first book (money versus fundamentalism, Islamic extremmists in the first and white supremists in the second). I'm not certain it moves the plot along (imagine the twins were always loyal to dad, all it changes are, effectively, the hired Russian goons) but it added narrative and perhaps gave Maberry more opportunity to spend time with the villains.Joe went a little too superhuman for me in the late encounters with the hallway full of berserkers. Fine, small roll-eyes-moment in an otherwise thrilling novel. I'd rather see that he spent that much effort to get past, say, two of them.Know what bothers me more? How Joe got the abort code at the end. WTF?! The interrogation is freakin' 'off screen'?! Not to mention how Cyrus is built up to be so seriously insane it is not obvious to the reader that he would break under physical threats or torment. Maberry would have done better to at least insert some earlier hint of a phobia or weakness in Cyrus. Or have the DMS geeks break the abort code. Or... well, you get what I mean.Okay, relax, deep breath. In the end analysis I still enjoyed the ride and I want to read more adventures with Joe Ledger and the DMS!
I was expecting a exciting horror novel, than Jonathan Maberry is so capable of writing. It wasn't. Instead it was a top-notched thriller novel with plenty of action, villians, thrills, and suspense. Maberry knows how to write. He knows how to appeal to his readers. He has proved that he can handle different plots and effortless tie them together seamlessly. Trying to figure out which direction Maberry was taken Joe was an experience that kept me guessing.His first novel of the Joe Ledger series, Patient Zero, has been nominated for a Stoker and I'll bet MY collection of Muddy Waters on vinyl he will win.
Joe Ledger is back, a few months after Patient Zero, to stop a diabolical plot to exterminate millions of people via genetic engineering. Lots of fast-paced action, evil characters, genetically engineered creatures & diseases, and a little bit of love thrown into the mix. Enjoyable, but predictable. A good bit of bubble-gum, but disappointing after the brilliance of Patient Zero.
Okay, I'll admit it...I was wrong. When Dragon Factory came in the mail (and I realized it was the second in a series) I thought, "Gads. Another non-vampire vamire book." I'm so sick of all the new vampire stuff. Most is just poorly plotted crap or rehashes of what someone else did(and did better). So, I took a deep breath, told myself to just suck it up (no pun intended) and order Patient Zero.Like I said, totally wrong. This series is fast paced, original and well written. (I absolutely suck at writing pithy synopses...read the dust jacket.) Dragon Factory adds a couple of new twists to the genre (Mengele, among them). If you love vampire-ish stuff (they aren't quite vampires...just genetically engineered) pick up this series. Its a breath of fresh air for a genre that seems to have been overtaxed of late.
Non-Stop action. The use of cutting edge science was done well. I never got a real feel fo the heros of the story, they didn't feel "complete" to me. It seemed like they needed some more personality. Overall, this was a good read,anybody who likes action and science should enjoy this book.
While I did end up enjoying this book, it really didn't pick up until the end. What I loved about the first in this series, Patient Zero - zombies and fantastic action - was barely present here (zero zombies, and not enough action for me).What I didn't like - too much emphasis on evil geniuses and their crazy, wacked out ideals - is again too prevalent. Fewer crazies and more action, and i'd have liked this much more.That said, I do quite like Joe Ledger and the other members of DMS, a top secret agency tasked with, well, fighting evil geniuses, I guess. He's tough and tortured and a total badass, as is Grace Courtland, one of his fellow soldiers.Recommended to those who like science mixed into their military thrillers.
The Dragon Factory is yet another rollercoaster of a techno-thriller from Maberry. Like last year's Patient Zero, he skirts the boundaries of another genre without quite stepping over the line. Where Patient Zero was horror done via prion infections, The Dragon Factory shows us a bit of supernatural done by gene splicing. Let me give you fair warning: you'll have to suspend disbelief on the science a bit but, if you just relax and go with the flow, it's a wild ride. These novels have some of the feel of Dent's Doc Savage or Rohmer's Dr. Fu Manchu stories from the 1930s and 1940s. The action is non-stop; the plots are world-shaking; the characters are flamboyantly drawn.If I have one quibble, it's that there's very little surprise at the end of this book. The real identities of the bad guys, the final outcome of the battle, which characters will live and which will die¿all these are pretty easily guessed by the reader long before the book ends. In fact, the only real surprise was the identity of a fairly minor assassin in the book¿and that one didn't make too much sense. But, these are minor complaints.When I finished Patient Zero, I questioned whether he'd be able to sustain it for a second book. He did. The only question now is, what can he do for a third?Recommended as a fun summer read if you like the genre and aren't put off by a high body count.
You want pulse-pounding action? The Dragon Factory's got it. You want really evil villains and conspiracies to destroy the world? It's got it. You want a hero who saves the day at great personal cost. Yep, it's in there too. There's a long line of books behind this one stretching back at least to the pulps of the early twentieth century through James Bond and techno thrillers of the last couple of decades. The Dragon factory is right up there with the best of 'em. Fair warning - it's violent. There's an enormous body count, even without including the villain's history. The technology is stretched pretty far and in a couple of places the plot relies on a bit of a technological miracle. But that's ok, you'll never notice. The action and the characters will make you blow right past that. My guess is that we'll be seeing lots more of Joe Ledger and his compatriots at the DMS - and I'm looking forward to that!
Joe Ledger and his team from the Department of Military Science, first seen in Maberry¿s ¿Patient Zero,¿ are back to save the world again. This time the villains are two teams of geneticists who are straight out of the over-the-top world of a James Bond flick. The albino Jakoby Twins, a glamorous brother-and-sister team, seem to be little more than paparazzi fodder and rich lay-abouts, but are in reality evil murderous geniuses who manufacture genetic monsters plucked from humanity¿s mythologies¿dragons, unicorns, and the like¿and have also created a race of super-soldiers known as Berserkers. The Twins¿ wildly unstable father Cyrus Jakoby, meanwhile, is using his brilliant mind to continue the eugenics work of the Nazis, seeking to create a series of deadly viruses that will target members of specific heritages and backgrounds, effectively wiping out what he calls ¿the mud people.¿ The countdown to his ¿Extinction Wave¿ has already started, and no one even knows that they have to stop it until Joe Ledger¿s team stumbles across the disparate threads of the case while investigating something else altogether. But once they begin to put the pieces together, the race to stop the Extinction Clock begins!Violent, fast-paced, and pleasantly larger-than-life¿indeed, almost campy at times, especially in descriptions of the lairs and activities of the Twins and their father¿genre-bending ¿The Dragon Factory¿ ought to please fans of espionage, military, and science fiction thrillers alike. The graphic violence makes it not for the weak of stomach, though the developing romance between Ledger and a colleague, as well as the joking camaraderie of Ledger and his team help to temper this. An enjoyable romp, over all.
In an undisclosed laboratory, a man adjusts digital clock -- the Extinction Clock -- and starts the timer. Within one week -- the amount of time displayed on the clock -- the world could change forever. Unless Joe Ledger and the Department of Military Sciences can get to them first, that is. But Joe and the DMS have quite a task ahead of them, and their foes -- two teams of genetic researchers, one bent on creating genetically enhanced armies for the highest bidder, and the other resurrecting Josef Mengele's Nazi Master Race program -- will do whatever it takes to stop them.As with his prior Joe Ledger novel, "Patient Zero", the chapters are short and begin with a time signature or the countdown on the Extinction Clock. The short length provides enough to whet the appetite, but the countdown and time signatures add to the anticipation. When the story jumped back in time to show the progress of the genetics teams, I never felt lost or jolted from the continuity of the main action.As a reader, I wanted to know what was going to happen, but the time spurred me on, tossing me into the frenetic frame of mind of Joe and the DMS trying to stop something before the deadline hits and all Hell breaks loose.The story itself is quite fantastic, filled with a great mixture of adventure and science fiction that takes the end-of-the world scenario to another level: clones, gene manipulation to create targeted diseases, Joe and the DMS battling half-dog/half-scorpion creations know as "Stingers" and Berzerkers (genetically engineered warriors that put the Hulk to shame). Plus, the characters themselves are terrific creations: Joe Ledger, a hard-edged former police officer who questions himself and the ways of the world, even when he falls into an ill-advised romance; the mysterious Mr. Church who runs the DMS and seems unflappable, but still shows a human side -- albeit very brief; Cyrus Jakoby and Otto Wirths, villains through and through, who can see nothing beyond their vision of a perfect world, even when it pertains to Jakoby's offspring; Paris and Hecate Jakoby, or the "Young Gods" as Cyrus refers to them, genetically perfect, almost pure evil and full of schemes at odds with their father."The Dragon Factory" offers a fast-paced story that won't allow you to put it down once you begin. Great stuff here!
The characters in this adventure are well-developed. The evil villains are chilling and the heroes are sympathetic. The story did bog down at times in the philosophical viewpoints, but overall it was a suspenseful, exciting book that kept me reading to see what would happen next. As with good science fiction, it took the reality of gene therapy and cloning and took it to the furthest, frightening level. I would definitely read the next Joe Ledger novel.
The Dragon Factory is a sequel to Patient Zero, and what looks to be the continuation of a series featuring Joe Ledger, a cop turned secret agent of sorts. This second novel in the series actually vastly improves on the first. The twists are less obvious. The villains are more engaging. And while it lacks a bit of the characterization of the first, the constant action and ticking clock allow for a very gripping and active read. It was remarkably easy to slip into the narrative. The novel has great pacing, there is very little downtime. The science, while incredibly far-fetched, is definitely intriguing and a bit terrifying to think about. If you're wanting an action/thriller, I honestly don't think it gets much better than this.
Masterpiece. LOVE JOE LEDGER THANK YOU MR MABERRY
Full of Action and suspense.
My husband loved this series!!
On to #3...
The Dragon Factory by Jonathan Maberry is a science fiction action thriller. This is book 2 (of 6) in the Joe Ledger Series featuring the Department of Military Sciences (DMS). The book is about some left over Nazis trying to fulfill the Nazi agenda of killing off all human races they believe to be inferior. The way they are orchestrating this is to develop a way for genetic diseases to be changed so that they are more of a virus or bacterial infection. These Nazis have been experimenting with gene therapy, transgenics, and cloning. Our hero Joe Ledger, and his team, is tasked with tracking down the source of a video showing a hunt of a unicorn. This includes sneaking into a large storage facility deep in the mountains of Denver, finding and rescuing the boy who sent the video, and bringing down the bad guys. The DMS’s work is made harder at the beginning of the story due to forces within our own government trying to shut them down. Additionally, Joe and Grace’s relationship continues to grow, putting them in the difficult position of an attachment that makes things harder for a warrior. More of Joe’s personality comes through here. He exhibits all three aspects of his personality, but he is mostly in warrior mode throughout this book. Church continues to be a strong leader through the difficulties he faces in saving the DMS. The enemies include 2 Nazi scientists, a couple of twins that are considered the children of one of the scientists, and an assassin. The team also runs up against Russians, genetically altered soldiers, and genetically altered animals. The story is told from the point of view of many of the different characters. All are in the third person except for Joe Ledger’s, which is in the first person. I found this very interesting and was able to follow the story very well through the different viewpoints. It’s a longer story, but all parts are needed to tell it completely. The structure of the story makes sense and works very well. It’s obvious that Maberry spent a lot of time researching the subject matter and he provides a lot of information relating to the research the Nazis are doing. The characters are very credible both the evil Nazis and the bigger than life heroes. The heroes are the kind we like to see. My favorite character is Joe Ledger. This may be because he takes up so much of the story and because he is a bigger than life personality with many likeable qualities. My second favorite in the series is most probably Rudy, Joe’s best friend. Although Rudy played a small role in this story, it was significant and admirable. I was very willing to read another Joe Ledger book after reading the first one, Patient Zero. And even though I have a pile of other books to read I will be making it a priority to read the rest of the Joe Ledger series. This is a book (and series) that I highly recommend to those who like science fiction, action, thrillers, and military engagements. I believe that it is appropriate for teens as well as adults.