In Nepal, many things are sacred. And worth killing for...

“You were fated to come here.”

Annja thought she showed no reaction but the monk
chuckled.

“Oh, I know that you do not believe in fate,
Annja Creed. Any more than you believe in demons.
Despite the secret burden you carry. You are simply
too polite to tell a fat old man to his face that you
believe he is, as you might say, full of it.

“You believe that only you, and those who think as
you do, see the true face of reality. I can only shake
my head sadly and hope that someday you might
see that this universe of shining gears and ratchets
you have constructed to believe in is itself merely a
glittering toy, an illusion by which you hide the truth
from your eyes.”

She started to say something. Whether to dispute him
or make some polite evasion, she didn’t know. But he
held up a chubby finger.

“No need exists for us to debate. My universe, like
your unseeing, unfeeling, uncaring machine, shall carry
on regardless of whether either of us believes or
disbelieves. I only caution you for your sake—do not
be too hasty to disbelieve in the help that comes to
you in your direst need. You can explain it away later.
What is vital to your quest, and possibly your survival,
is that you not fight it.”

She nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

Look for Seeker's Curse, available July 14, 2009, wherever books are sold.

Survive or perish in a world gone hideously wrong...

One shell hit a gren

Without warning, the wag exploded with a sudden
violence that took the Armorer by surprise.

And then it was over, almost anticlimactic. The convoy
rolled on.

The Armorer looked at Eula, who regarded him
impassively, as though the events of the firefight hadn’t
occurred, as though she were examining him in minute
detail, trying to get inside his head, unconcerned by
what had just happened.

J.B.’s sense of unease welled up with renewed vigor.
There was something odd about the whole situation,
something that could spell danger not just for him, but
for all the companions.

Something for which only he could find the answer—if
he could figure out what the question was….
Look for Desolation Crossing, available July 14, 2009, wherever books are sold.

Powerful Russian backers plot to restore the Soviet hammer

Kurtzman looked concerned

“Hal won’t be particularly pleased with you hitting up
old contacts.”

Brognola was the least of his worries, Bolan mused.
With a death squad on the loose in the streets of
London, the Executioner knew that it was time to
load up for bear.

In this particular case, the ursine was a breed the
Executioner had hunted before, a ghost species
he’d hoped had disappeared with the fall of the
Berlin Wall.

Unfortunately, the Soviet Bear was still a living, vital
threat, and its predatory hunger had claimed the
lives of two of Bolan’s old allies.

Hunting season was on again.

Look for Cold War Reprise, available July 14, 2009, wherever books are sold.

A wave of terror sweeps across an island territory....








“Everybody down!” the Executioner shouted


The machine gun outside slammed into life like
doomsday. The wooden walls of the museum were
no defense against the cigar-sized bullets that passed
through them like they were paper. Glass display
cases shattered in explosions of shrapnel shards.
Juanita was the only one to have disobeyed Bolan,
and she paid for it as a burst from the crew outside
sacrificed her to the revolution.


Bolan glanced at the Beretta in his hand. They were
definitely outgunned.


The weapon outside suddenly fell silent as it burned
up its one-hundred-round belt. The crackle and pop
of small-arms fire filled the gap as the machine-gun
crew reloaded. Bolan rose to a crouch. It was time to
move. “Everyone behind me!” he shouted.


The Executioner threw himself down again as he
heard an unmistakable sound and the real hell-storm
began.


Six-foot streaks of fire geysered through the hundred
machine-gun holes perforating the museum walls.
Somebody had brought along a flamethrower. They
were upping the ante.

Look for Crisis Nation, available July 14, 2009, wherever books are sold.