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The Stranger (Jude Lyon #1)
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A Loyal Spy
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2010
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The Saboteur
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The Agent Runner
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The Survivor
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The British Agent: ‘Weapons grade brilliance packed between two covers’ Daily Express
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Rage (Jonah Said #1)
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Rock Creek Park
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2012
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Damaged
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2000
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The Wrong Country
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Jude Lyon, The Stranger
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Jude Lyon, an officer of the British Secret Intelligence Service, more commonly known as MI6, stands, straight-backed and martial, before an expanse of raw canvas at least four meters on each side, in a high-ceilinged room in the National Gallery of Scotland. He is holding a rolled exhibition brochure in his right hand that he taps unselfconsciously against his thigh. The brochure has Read more of this blog post »
Jude Lyon, an officer of the British Secret Intelligence Service, more commonly known as MI6, stands, straight-backed and martial, before an expanse of raw canvas at least four meters on each side, in a high-ceilinged room in the National Gallery of Scotland. He is holding a rolled exhibition brochure in his right hand that he taps unselfconsciously against his thigh. The brochure has Read more of this blog post »
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The British Agent: ‘Weapons grade brilliance packed between two covers’ Daily Express:
"Fast paced, this held my attention all the way through. It felt very realistic - although at times I found myself wondering, are all high level officials as malleable for personal advantage, as portrayed? What a disaster for civilisation."
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The British Agent: ‘Weapons grade brilliance packed between two covers’ Daily Express:
"Superb espionage thriller involving current US politics and nefarious plots and counter plots .US and UK assets involved in home grown terrorism, possibly one can deduce who some pf the fictionalised characters might possibly new based on which adds "
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The British Agent: ‘Weapons grade brilliance packed between two covers’ Daily Express:
"A harrowing story, all too easy to believe.
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The British Agent: ‘Weapons grade brilliance packed between two covers’ Daily Express:
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“Michael Freeman was thirty-five years old – a former Special Forces soldier turned policeman. He was a tall and slim black man, with grey-flecked hair and dark almond-shaped eyes. His smile was tight-lipped – half knowing and half strategic. It hid a mouthful of craggy teeth. A childhood in Detroit's East Side with an aggressive, alcoholic father had taught him to play things close to his chest, to look and listen. His colleagues knew him as a patient thinker, sedulous, missing nothing given time. Intellectually savvy and emotionally guarded, he exuded certitude. In Afghanistan, in the immediate aftermath of 9/11, he spent several weeks as a mounted outlier with the Northern Alliance in the Alma Tak Mountains, beyond the range of reinforcement or rescue – drinking filtered ditchwater and eating nuts scavenged from corpses – and calling down massive airstrikes on Taliban positions. He gained a certain reputation. Word spread the length of the Darya Suf River valley, through the Tiangi Gap to the stronghold at Mazar-i-Sharif that there was a monster loose in the mountains and the Taliban called him ‘bor-buka', which seemed to mean black or devil or whirlwind, and, at times, all of these things.”
― Rock Creek Park
― Rock Creek Park
“Snowmageddon.
Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.”
― Rock Creek Park
Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.”
― Rock Creek Park
“He was one more arbitrary statistic in the War on Terror, which has proven much more effective at incubating pitiless enemies and punishing innocent victims than it has at creating global consensus on freedoms or the rule of law.”
― The Survivor
― The Survivor
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“If you've been playing poker for half an hour and you still don't know who the patsy is, you're the patsy.”
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“Snowmageddon.
Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.”
― Rock Creek Park
Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.”
― Rock Creek Park
“Michael Freeman was thirty-five years old – a former Special Forces soldier turned policeman. He was a tall and slim black man, with grey-flecked hair and dark almond-shaped eyes. His smile was tight-lipped – half knowing and half strategic. It hid a mouthful of craggy teeth. A childhood in Detroit's East Side with an aggressive, alcoholic father had taught him to play things close to his chest, to look and listen. His colleagues knew him as a patient thinker, sedulous, missing nothing given time. Intellectually savvy and emotionally guarded, he exuded certitude. In Afghanistan, in the immediate aftermath of 9/11, he spent several weeks as a mounted outlier with the Northern Alliance in the Alma Tak Mountains, beyond the range of reinforcement or rescue – drinking filtered ditchwater and eating nuts scavenged from corpses – and calling down massive airstrikes on Taliban positions. He gained a certain reputation. Word spread the length of the Darya Suf River valley, through the Tiangi Gap to the stronghold at Mazar-i-Sharif that there was a monster loose in the mountains and the Taliban called him ‘bor-buka', which seemed to mean black or devil or whirlwind, and, at times, all of these things.”
― Rock Creek Park
― Rock Creek Park