A Gentleman's Game
A Queen & Country Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Based on the Queen & Country graphic novel series that won the coveted Eisner Award, "A Gentleman's Game" is an electrifyingly realistic, headline-stealing thriller with an unforgettable protagonist--one who redefines every rule she doesn't shatter.
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Based on the Queen & Country graphic novel series that won the coveted Eisner Award, "A Gentleman's Game" is an electrifyingly realistic, headline-stealing thriller with an unforgettable protagonist--one who redefines every rule she doesn't shatter.
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Tara Chace may be the most dangerous woman alive. She can seduce you into believing she s the woman of your dreams or kill you with the icy efficiency of an executioner. As the new head of Special Operations for British Intelligence, she no longer has to court death in the field she wants to.Throw away the old rules, the old school, the old-boy network. The world of international espionage is about to learn the hard way that spying is no longer merely
A Gentleman's Game
Greg Rucka s electrifying thrillers have pushed the boundaries of suspense fiction to where few have dared to go. Now, in A Gentleman s Game, one of the genre s most fearless writers brings readers of international espionage his most
fearless heroine yet: a no-holds-barred woman who s as lethal as an assassin s bullet.
When an unthinkable act of terror devastates London, nothing will stop Tara Chace from hunting down those responsible. Her job is simple: stop the terrorists before they strike a second time. To succeed, she ll do anything and everything it takes. She ll have to kill again.
Only this time the personal stakes will be higher than ever before. For the terrorist counterstrike will require that Tara allow herself to be used as bait by the government she serves. This time she s turning her very life into a weapon that can be used only once. But as she and her former mentor race toward destiny at a remote terrorist training camp in Saudi Arabia, Tara begins to question just who s pulling the trigger and who s the real enemy. In this new kind of war, betrayal can take any form...including one s duty to queen and country.
Based on the graphic novel series that won the coveted Eisner Award, A Gentleman s Game is an electrifyingly realistic, headline-stealing thriller with an unforgettable protagonist one who redefines every rule she doesn t shatter.
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Chapter OneLondon--Oxford Street, Marble Arch
07 August 1517 GMT
The planning was exceptional, the result of two years spent preparing for the action, an operation meant to run like clockwork. And much like clockwork, it nearly failed, simply because men are not machines, and they feel fear.
When it came upon him, it came by surprise. It stole his breath and cramped his stomach, and for an instant he was certain he would wet himself. Just inside the Marble Arch tube stop he balked, the wash of passengers flowing past him in both directions. He felt the uncomfortable pressure of the glass bottles in his backpack, felt the sweat springing to his palms. Adrenaline filled him, made the stink rising from the tunnels all the more rank, the perfumes and deodorants and colognes that much more cloying. The noise of the station, the echoes of the trains and the voices and PA, became almost unbearably loud, adding to the sudden rush of vertigo.
For a second time, he thought he might vomit.
He steadied himself against the wall, closed his eyes, fought to control his breathing. Of all the things he had practiced, of all the things he had envisioned the eleven times he had made this same trip as a dry run, he had never considered this. He had known he would be nervous. He had even acknowledged that he might be scared. But this level of fear was unexpected, and it unmanned him.
Worse, it made him question his faith, and that added a new emotion, a rising sense of shame. He willed himself to walk on, to continue through the turnstiles and onto the escalator and down to the platform, painfully aware that seconds were passing, that the schedule they had so carefully crafted was now in dire jeopardy. And still he couldn't move.
He thought of the others, ready to board trains at Baker Street and Bank, and he was certain that their faith was stronger than any fear. His mind, which had seized, as paralyzed as the rest of him, suddenly snapped into gear once
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more, began racing with doubt. Even if he did move, they would fail. Even if he did move, it wouldn't work. Even if he did move, he would be stopped before boarding the train, before opening his backpack, and perhaps the others had been stopped already, had been caught already. Perhaps they had talked, and even now, on close-circuit monitors, he was being watched, and the police were beginning to close in upon him.
He prayed, or tried to pray, but the battering his faith had taken was enough to make him feel insincere, and he had no hopes for it. God worked through him and others like him, and everything he did was as God's Will, and wasn't it, then, God's Will that he be weakened in this moment? Wasn't it God's Will--all praise to Him--that he stand here now, lost?
Someone laughed, and he was so certain it was directed at him, that it was mocking him, that his head jerked round in an attempt to find the source.
It was a woman, or a girl almost a woman. Perhaps sixteen, traveling with friends the same age, of both sexes. She was small and slender, with a lovely face and a mouth that, to his eyes, was impossibly large as it opened in her laughter a second time, now shrieking with glee as she batted the hands of one of her male companions reaching for her. A boyfriend, he thought, and watched as the boy wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her through a turnstile. When the boy hoisted her, her skirt crushed between them, accentuating the curve of her maturing hip, the slender strength of her thigh. She twisted in his grip, laughing, and the cotton shirt she wore was trapped between them, the front pulling down slightly, and it revealed cleavage and, against the stretched fabric, the curve of her breasts and shape of her nipples.
Then they were through, moving toward the escalator, and without another instant of hesitation, he followed, his prayer answered, his faith restored.
He had seen
He prayed, or tried to pray, but the battering his faith had taken was enough to make him feel insincere, and he had no hopes for it. God worked through him and others like him, and everything he did was as God's Will, and wasn't it, then, God's Will that he be weakened in this moment? Wasn't it God's Will--all praise to Him--that he stand here now, lost?
Someone laughed, and he was so certain it was directed at him, that it was mocking him, that his head jerked round in an attempt to find the source.
It was a woman, or a girl almost a woman. Perhaps sixteen, traveling with friends the same age, of both sexes. She was small and slender, with a lovely face and a mouth that, to his eyes, was impossibly large as it opened in her laughter a second time, now shrieking with glee as she batted the hands of one of her male companions reaching for her. A boyfriend, he thought, and watched as the boy wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her through a turnstile. When the boy hoisted her, her skirt crushed between them, accentuating the curve of her maturing hip, the slender strength of her thigh. She twisted in his grip, laughing, and the cotton shirt she wore was trapped between them, the front pulling down slightly, and it revealed cleavage and, against the stretched fabric, the curve of her breasts and shape of her nipples.
Then they were through, moving toward the escalator, and without another instant of hesitation, he followed, his prayer answered, his faith restored.
He had seen
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Autoren-Porträt von Greg Rucka
Born in San Francisco, Greg Rucka was raised on the Monterey Peninsula. He is the author of Private Wars, A Gentleman s Game, and six previous thrillers, as well as numerous comic books, including the Eisner Award winning Whiteout: Melt. He lives in Portland, Oregon, with his family.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Greg Rucka
- 2007, 528 Seiten, Maße: 9,7 x 18,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-10: 0553584928
- ISBN-13: 9780553584929
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Superb pacing, offbeat characters, wry plot twists ... an engrossing read." Publishers Weekly"Rucka has crafted his finest novel yet . The rare spy novel that rewards patient readers with action that feels earned, not forced and with revelations that cause shivers, not disbelief." Entertainment Weekly, "A"
"Rucka keeps the adrenaline level high throughout . Tara is tough and gritty, and her world is one of moral ambiguity." San Francisco Chronicle Books
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