The world is being held hostage, terrorized by fanatical mercenaries whose services are available to anyone who can pay the price.
Intel from Stony Man Farm reveals that a zealous desert sheikh has resurrected the centuries-old cult of the Assassins, self-destructing killers who willingly sacrifice their lives for the glory of God.
When a specialist is needed to infiltrate the cult's ranks, Mack Bolan is dropped into Syria's hostile terrain - and finds himself facing one of the most difficult challenges of his life. And possibly his last.
Don Pendleton was born in Little Rock, Arkansas, December 12, 1927 and died October 23, 1995 in Arizona.
He wrote mystery, action/adventure, science-fiction, crime fiction, suspense, short stories, nonfiction, and was a comic scriptwriter, poet, screenwriter, essayist, and metaphysical scholar. He published more than 125 books in his long career, and his books have been published in more than 25 foreign languages with close to two hundred million copies in print throughout the world.
After producing a number of science-fiction and mystery novels, Don launched in 1969 the phenomenal Mack Bolan: The Executioner, which quickly emerged as the original, definitive Action/Adventure series. His successful paperback books inspired a new particularly American literary genre during the early 1970's, and Don became known as "the father of action/adventure."
"Although The Executioner Series is far and away my most significant contribution to world literature, I still do not perceive myself as 'belonging' to any particular literary niche. I am simply a storyteller, an entertainer who hopes to enthrall with visions of the reader's own incipient greatness."
Don Pendleton's original Executioner Series are now in ebooks, published by Open Road Media. 37 of the original novels.
"When this is over," Mack suggested, "You might want to think about evacuating." "No." Kasm shook his head in an emphatic negative, "My place is here. These times shall pass." "How old are you?" The Arab looked confused. "I will be twenty-eight next month," he said at last. "This war was going on a dozen years before your birth. You really think you'll see the end of it?" "I must believe. When Allah made this land, he didn't not plan for it to be a battlefield." "Some plans just don't work out." "Indeed. But you believe. I see it in your eyes. You would not be here, otherwise." "Sometimes I wonder." "Do you? I believe you know precisely what you have been fighting for." "It's different," Bolan told him. "I don't mean to change the world. The best that I can hope for is to even out the odds a little, keep the jackals running. If you let them rest too long, they start to feed."