John Wells returns to Afghanistan to hunt a possible leak in the agency’s station in Kabul, but finds himself facing deadly drug smuggling ring of US soldiers working with the Taliban.
An agent like Matt Helm might be a nice man to live with, for a while -- but he's not the kind a woman would want to marry. Unless, perhaps, the marriage was part of an ingenious cover. Here the man whose daily bread is violence takes himself the most unlikely bride in the world -- just to make sure that death doesn't part them.
Alex Berenson's third novel finds CIA agent John Wells and his fianc?e Jenny Exley settling into domestic life in Washington D.C. But an attack from an old nemesis has Wells once again fighting to save his country, as Exley fights to save her own life. Berenson is known for writing vivid, realistic villains, and the jihadists Wells must track down here are no exception.
Whirling silently through space, satellite cameras pick up a suspicious new Soviet missile complex which at all costs must be properly identified. The mission is carefully planned and carefully rehearsed. The latest and the fastest MiG, which a defecting Soviet pilot has conveniently landed in the West, is to fly at a treetop level until well into Soviet airspace and on course for the target. And the return journey? Well, that's up to Quiller.Quiller fans will also enjoy THE KOBRA MANIFESTO, THE NINTH DIRECTIVE and THE QUILLER MEMORANDRUM.…
"The fly fell down." Quiller sent the message off to London as requested. He had just seen a supersonic jet plunge 60,000 feet to its destruction. It was the 36th crash, and more were to come-unless Quiller finds out who is to blame.That meant entering the deadly shadow world between East and West, where the name of the game was betrayal and the stakes were sky-high."If you are a Quiller fan this is for you. If you have never met him, it's time you did." (Charleston Evening Post)
Meet Lucifer Box: Equal parts James Bond and Sherlock Holmes, with a twist of Monty Python and a dash of Austin Powers, Lucifer has a charming countenance and rapier wit that make him the guest all hostesses must have. And most do.But few of his conquests know that Lucifer is also His Majesty's most daring secret agent, at home in both London's Imperial grandeur and in its underworld of despicable vice. So when Britain's most prominent scientists begin turning up dead, there is only one man his country can turn to for help.Following a dinnertime ...
"The deadline was close and I knew now what London had sent me out here to do: define, infiltrate and destroy. And I couldn't do it just by standing in the way of the program Moscow was running. I'd have to get inside and blow it up from there."Across the black snowscape of Poland's capital, a city where winter is more than a season, falls the shadow of a British Intelligence operation designed to save detente from explosion-an operation that pivots on an agent callously thrown into the front line of the Cold War and caught in the crossfire."Entertainment of the first rank." (The Guardian, London)
Si je m’attendais ? cette nouvelle !Moi, l’?ternel polisson, le cavaleur effr?n?, le trousseur de jupons, le d?trousseur de culottes, l’homme qui justifie la position verticale et en invente d’autres.Moi, Sana, devenu…Non, je ne peux pas t’annoncer ?a de but en blanc, ce serait g?cher la marchandise.Par ailleurs, sache qu’autour de l’?v?nement, se d?roulent des aventures ? en paumer son dentier dans la chaglatte d’une friponne !Pour c?l?brer la chose, chantons tous en ch?ur ?a le m?rite !
Son pistolet ?quip? du silencieux au bout du bras, Stephan Oswacim, dissimul? derri?re sa porte, faillit se faire surprendre, n’apercevant que de dos Malko Linge qui regagnait sa chambre. Il attendit quelques secondes et, poussant avec pr?caution un des battants de la porte, d?boucha dans le couloir. Il aper?ut alors l’occupant de la chambre 408, qui allait tourner ou coin du couloir. Stephan Oswacim se lan?a ? sa poursuite ? pas de loup, puis arriv? assez pr?s s’arr?ta, allongea le bras et bloqua sa respiration. Deux balles dans le dos de l’agent de la CIA, puis deux dans la t?te et il pourrait enfin filer, l’?me en paix.
Jak zwykle rzecz dzieje si? na Jamajce.Pu?kownikowi Havelockowi i jego ?onie wizyt? sk?ada niejaki Gonzalez i kilku innych pan?w.Sk?adaj? ma??e?stwu propozycj? sprzeda?y posiad?o?ci. Havelock kategorycznie nie zgadza si? na sprzeda? swojego domu.Nie przekonuje go nawet suma 200000 tys funt?w.M?wi,?e dop?ki ?yje nie zgodzi si? na sprzeda? domu.Zostaje wi?c wraz z ?on? zastrzelony przez Gonzaleza…
Moi, vous me connaissez ! Je ne m'embarrasse pas de pr?jug?s. Je connais des esprits chagrins qui me diront :« Dans un sous-marin, ?a se pas comme ?a ».Je r?pondrai ? ces pisse-froid que, dans mon sous-main ? moi, ?a se passe comme ?a. La preuve, j'y ?tais ! Je connais aussi des esprits non moins chagrins qui me diront :« Au p?le Sud, ?a se pas comme ?a ».Je r?pondrai ? ces autres pisse-froid que, dans mon p?le Sud ? moi, ?a se comme ?a. La preuve, c'est que nous y ?tions, B?ru et moi ! Allez lui demander, vous verrez ce qu'il vous r?pondra. Mais, de toute fa?on, pour les incr?dules et le ci-dessus mentionn?s : Z?ro pour la question !
