From the towers of Manhattan to the jungles of South America, from the sands of the Sahara to the frozen crags of Antarctica, one man finds adventure everywhere he goes: GABRIEL HUNT. Backed by the resources of the $100 million Hunt Foundation and armed with his trusty Colt revolver, Gabriel Hunt has always been ready for anything--but is he prepared for the adventures that lie in wait for him?
When a secret chamber is discovered inside the Great Sphinx of Egypt, the mystery of its contents will lead Gabriel to a remote Greek island, to a stone fortress in Sri Lanka... and to a deadly confrontation that could decide the fate of the world!
My fourth in the six-book series, and again it was some fun light reading in the vein of Indiana Jones. This one notably uses a lot of very familiar tropes in almost textbook ways, making this a still enjoyable globetrotting adventure but failing to match the appealing insanity of Beyond the Frozen Fire.
A year ago I wouldn't have imagined myself enjoying action adventure books. But I have found myself thoroughly enraptured by this book. Put simply it's like a modern day Indiana Jones. The books aren't too long so they don't feel drug out. It keeps your attention from the start. Can't wait to read the next
I had a blast reading this. Leads into the story with a great hook and develops a relationship between Gabriel and Joyce which feels sweet and romantic.
The MacGuffins, eyes of Teshub, are whatever, they are there to move the plot.
The story isn’t earth shatteringly high concept (par for the course in adventure fiction), but it’s written really well and presents us with characters we enjoy being with.
Fun adventure, not quite as good as the first two. Plenty of action and adventure, but somehow lacking a sense of danger? Not sure why, but this one didn’t fire my imagination quite as well as the others. Looking forward to reading the next one ; Hunt Beyond the Frozen Fire.
This is 1 of 5 volumes in a rather peculiar little series of what I'm guessing count as "men's adventure" novels. It's not a genre I've read much of, but if you're talking about books that read as another Indianna Jones adventure, with maybe a little extra testosterone and a heavy emphasis on *ss-kicking, we're definitely there. The gimmick for this series is that each of the 5 volumes has a different author. I've not previously read anything by Kaufman that I recall, but he does a very serviceable job of turning in an agreeable adventure story with a literally unquantifiable body count. There's a decent female in a prominent role, and she's not a complete f*cking twit notable primarily for ruby lips and bodacious tatas, so there's that. She is a gorgeous blond, but she's pretty smart and aside from certain bird-witted basic errors in the survival skills department (she takes off to Borneo all on her wee lonesome to solve a riddle from the far reaches of history and due to her desire to do it all her ownself, ends up in a literal cage above a fire pit due for ritual sacrifice - much of which could have been avoided by the simple process of not bumbling through the jungle looking for treasures all alone and unarmed and such). But once we get past that flavor of idiocy, she's not the dumbest blond in fiction. Our Hero is prone to getting his *ss thumped on but remaining basically impervious to lasting damage and has the ability to carry his favorite Colt revolver across all international borders without incident or hindrance. He's also rich as f*ck, an adrenalin-junky, speaks god knows how many languages, knows his archeology like a bespectacled adademic, and apparently looks to most women like a dark (or milk - call your preference) chocolate version of what their appetite is most screaming for. (The chocolate thing is not a melanin reference. It's a female craving joke. BTW.) But since I've strayed there, the 3rd primary character exhibits racial diversity, so we're good to go. It's not a great book. It's a quick read, it's compulsively plotted, it has an interesting premise, and aside from a variety of absurd implausibilities it treats with contempt as beneath its notice, it's not at all bad. Bubble gum for the brain, like category romance. Other entries in the series are by writers including Charles Ardai and Christa Faust. I anticipate liking their volumes a little bit better, but this was not punitive at all.
Probably the best executed of the Gabriel Hunt novels so far. Three gemstones to unlock the secrets of a Hittite artifact that can turn desert cities into glass. This adventure has some major global stakes and three groups chasing after the three gemstones keep the pacing in high gear. Of the three this is the one I’d pick to see adapted onscreen.
He's a heroic modern Indiana Jones who is fluent in, well, every language, a crack shot with a Colt, holds himself well in a fistfight, gets all the ladies and kills all the bad guys. He's terribly dull because he's so perfect, but you don't read a Gabriel Hunt story for the high literature, you read it for the breakneck adventure and the set pieces. Hunt at World's End delivers on the latter (and absolutely doesn't on the former!) but though I enjoyed it I have to admit that it wasn't...great. Still, this series was one of the driving factors for me writing my own 'I can do this better' pulp novel, and at the end of the day this is a pulp novel. I'll likely read the next one along, particularly as its been on my bookshelf since my second year of university and I love me a good old fashioned dime store adventure story, but I will probably spend that wishing that the main character was a bit less of a Mary Sue.
Gabriel Hunt and Joyce Wingard are on the trail of the Eyes Of Teshub, three large gemstones separated and hidden thousands of years ago. Find them , find Teshub's arrowhead, install them, and you have either a source of immense power or a weapon, depending on one's aims.
Two groups oppose them and each other. On one side is Edgar Grissom his son Julian, and their mercenary army. On the other is an ancient death cult that worships Tesub. The high priest has a seemingly unending supply of acolytes to throw against the other two sides.
Hunt and Wingate piece the clues together, traveling from Borneo to Turkey to the middle of the Saharan desert looking for the Eyes, the two armies dogging their trail all the while.
Hunt at World's End, the third book in this pulp series, is a little bit disappointing after the first two. The story is more haphazard, the action scenes are less exciting, the characters are a little less colourful, and it's a lot less witty. That's not to say it's bad; it's a perfectly servicable pulp adventure yarn. It just doesn't live up to the first two books in the series.
Fun romp that reminded me of the old pulp fiction adventure stories of Doc Savage et al, along with a lot of influences from Raiders of the Lost Arc. Gabriel Hunt is an archeologist/adventurer of the larger-than-life mold, battling would-be villains bent on destroying the world with a single-action Colt revolver.