Secondworld
by Robinson, JeremyFormat: Hardcover
Pub. Date: 2012-05-22
Publisher(s): Thomas Dunne Books
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Summary
1942: Hitler waits in a bunker, expecting an event that will take care of all his problems. But nothing happens and the war continues as we know it. His scientists correctly predicted the event, they just got the date wrong.Today: Red flakes, like snow, but dry and falling from a cloudless sky, fill the atmosphere. Three days later, everyone is dead. Everyone but Lincoln Miller, a Navy SEAL turned scientist, who has been stationed in Aquarius, the world's only underwater research station. Cut off from the world, Miller has no idea what has happened... until he returns to the surface and discovers the horrible truth: there is no oxygen in the air. Alone, surrounded by evidence of a global apocalypse, Miller must fight for his life. Slowly, he discovers that the event which decimated the planet was masterminded by group of neo-Nazis determined to repopulate the Earth according to their own design - unless Miller and a few other desperate survivors can stop them...
Author Biography
Jeremy Robinson is the author of bestselling thrillers, including Antarktos Rising, The Last Hunter: Descent, Callsign: Deep Blue and the Jack Sigler Thrillers including Instinct and Threshold. His novels have been translated into ten languages. Born in the coastal town of Beverly, Massachusetts, Robinson grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, and started out his creative career as a comic book illustrator. He now lives in New Hampshire with his wife and three children.
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Praise for SecondWorld:
"Another crisply plotted tale from the fertile imagination of Jeremy Robinson. This one has it all, frozen Nazis, UFO crashes, Antarctica, and some really cool science. Plan to hunker down for all-nighter with this one. I did." –Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Jefferson Key
Praise for Threshold:
“Jeremy Robinson’s Threshold is one hell of a thriller, wildly imaginative and diabolical, which combines ancient legends and modern science into a non-stop action ride that will keep you turning the pages until the wee hours. Relentlessly gripping from start to finish, don’t turn your back on this book!” --Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author of Impact and Blasphemy
"With Threshold Jeremy Robinson goes pedal to the metal into very dark territory. Fast-paced, action-packed and wonderfully creepy! Highly recommended!" --Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of The King of Plagues and Rot & Ruin
“Threshold is a blisteringly original tale that blends the thriller and horror genres in a smooth and satisfying hybrid mix. With his new entry in the Jack Sigler series, Jeremy Robinson plants his feet firmly on territory blazed by David Morrell and James Rollins. The perfect blend of mysticism and monsters, both human and otherwise, make Threshold as groundbreaking as it is riveting.” – Jon Land, New York Times bestselling author of Strong Enough to Die
“Jeremy Robinson is the next James Rollins.” – Chris Kuzneski, New York Times bestselling author of The Lost Throne and The Prophecy
"Jeremy Robinson's Threshold sets a blistering pace from the very first page and never lets up. This globe-trotting thrill ride challenges its well-crafted heroes with ancient mysteries, fantastic creatures, and epic action sequences. For readers seeking a fun rip-roaring adventure, look no further." --Boyd Morrison, bestselling author of The Ark
"In Robinson's wildly inventive third Chess Team adventure (after Instinct), the U.S. president, Tom Duncan, joins the team in mortal combat against an unlikely but irresistible gang of enemies, including "regenerating capybara, Hydras, Neanderthals, [and] giant rock monsters." ...Video game on a page? Absolutely. Fast, furious unabashed fun? You bet." --Publishers Weekly
"Robinson's books have the necessary action and engaging characters to make the reader frantically turn the pages, but Threshold elevates Robinson to the highest tier of over-the-top action authors, like Matthew Reilly and James Rollins. Intense and personal, this book is a great launching point for new readers, and it delivers beyond the expectations even of his fans. The next Chess Team adventure cannot come fast enough." --Booklist, starred review
"Threshold is my favorite Jack Sigler Thriller so far... I hope one day to see the Chess Team materialize on the big screen. Robinson artfully weaves the modern day military with ancient history like no one else has and I would love to see the adventures of the Chess team come alive in a movie." --deadrobotssociety.com
“If you thought Pulse and Instinct were fun, just hold on tight my fellow thriller lovers. Jeremy Robinson pulls out all the stops in Threshold making this the most electrifying installment in the series so far. Robinson somehow takes the Tower of Babel, killer statues, giant lizards and insects, Stonehenge, and medieval lore and mixes it all together in this crazy, relentless story that is simply impossible to put down…. I have a blast every time I pick up a Jeremy Robinson novel and Threshold is no exception. I love authors who are dedicated to continually bringing fresh and original content to their fans, and Robinson continues to find ways to do this. If you are longing for a great thriller writer to follow and are tired of waiting a year or more between novels, then give Jeremy Robinson a chance. He’s the perfect combination of quality and frequency in a market that is often lacking both.” –FictionAddict.com
"Jeremy Robinson pulls out all stops in this never-a-dull-moment [novel]... you'll be turning pages faster than you can blink." --Bookloons.com
Praise for Instinct:
“Pulse was a video game in print form, and [Instinct] is a tribute to James Cameron’s film Aliens. Intense and full of riveting plot twists, it is Robinson’s best book yet, and it should secure a place for the Chess Team on the A-list of thriller fans who like the over-the-top style of James Rollins and Matthew Reilly.” –Booklist
"If you like thrillers original, unpredictable and chock-full of action, you are going to love Jeremy Robinson's Chess Team. Instinct riveted me to my chair." --Stephen Coonts
"Jeremy Robinson is a fresh new face in adventure writing and will make a mark in suspense for years to come." –David L. Golemon, New York Times bestselling author of Ancients and Leviathan
"Instinct is a jungle fever of raw adrenaline that goes straight for the jugular." --Thomas Greanias, New York Times bestselling author of The Atlantis Revelation and The Promised War
Praise for Pulse:
"Jeremy Robinson's latest novel, Pulse, ratchets his writing to the next level. Rocket-boosted action, brilliant speculation, and the recreation of a horror out of the mythologic past, all seamlessly blend into a rollercoaster ride of suspense and adventure."
--James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Oracle
"Raiders of the Lost Arc meets Tom Clancy meets Saturday matinee monster flick with myths, monsters, special ops supermen and more high tech weapons than a Bond flick. Pulse is an over-the-top, bullet-ridden good time."
--Scott Sigler, New York Times bestselling author of Contagious and Infected
"Pulse contains all of the danger, treachery, and action a reader could wish for. Its band of heros are gutsy and gritty. Robinson's impressive talent is on full display in this one."
--Steve Berry
"Here’s a neat twist: a young adventure thriller writer--whose heroes save the world--saves the world of adventure thrillers. In a genre glutted with popcorn gimmicks and tired rip-offs, Jeremy Robinson dares to craft old-fashioned guilty pleasures--far horizons, ancient maps, and classic monsters--hardwired for the 21st century. There's nothing timid about Robinson as he drops his readers off the cliff without a parachute and somehow manages to catch us an inch or two from doom."
-- Jeff Long, New York Times bestselling author of The Descent and Year Zero
"Pulse is Jeremy Robinson's best yet. A really intriguing premise, frightening consequences, wrapped up in roaring adventure."
--Stel Pavlou, International Bestselling author of Decipher
"Greek myth and biotechnology collide in Robinson's first in a new thriller series to feature the Chess Team... Robinson will have readers turning the pages..."
--Publishers Weekly
"Robinson’s latest reads like a video game with tons of action and lots of carnage....The combination of mythology, technology, and high-octane action proves irresistible."
--Booklist
Excerpts
1
MIAMI, FLORIDA
WEDNESDAY—AUGUST 8, 2012
“Shit!”
The microwave door flew open and Rachel Carter reached her hand in.
The spoon, left in the bowl of oatmeal and heated along with the cardboard-flavored breakfast, had been shooting off blue sparks when she noticed it. Without thinking, she grabbed the spoon. A millisecond later, her mind registered the stupidity of her action, along with the searing heat. Her arm reacted quicker than her fingers, flailing backward. The spoon soared across the kitchen, weighted with expensive organic oats, and smacked against the stainless steel fridge, where both breakfast and spoon clung like Silly Putty.
Rachel turned on the tap and ran cold water over her pulsing index finger and thumb, her glare fixed on the spoon. It slid slowly toward the floor.
“You okay, Mom?” asked her ten-year-old daughter, Samantha.
“Fine.”
Samantha walked past the fridge, paused, stepped back and looked at the spoon. She turned to her mother with an eyebrow raised. “Fine?”
Rachel forced a smile that communicated a single message: don’t ask.
Samantha shrugged and pulled a chair up to the counter. She climbed onto the chair, then onto the counter.
“Get down from there!”
“I’m hungry.”
“I made you oatmeal.”
“You’re gonna make me puke, too, if I have to eat that sludge.”
With two granola bars in hand, she jumped down from the counter, swung the chair back to the table, and began unwrapping the first bar. Jake, the younger of the two siblings, strode into the kitchen, still in his footie pajamas, which he wore most days. “One of the advantages of being homeschooled,” he was fond of saying. Samantha tossed him the second granola bar and they sat at the table, eating in silence.
Rachel sighed. She couldn’t complain. At least they were eating granola bars and not fast-food egg and sausage sandwiches—which she suspected her husband, Walter, had been sneaking on his way to work. Again. She looked at the microwave clock.
8:30 A.M.
“Walter, you’re going to be late!” she shouted after noticing the time. He worked for a big downtown marketing firm and had a major pitch to make that afternoon.
Walter slid into the kitchen, moving fast. He opened the cabinet, reached up, and took down the granola bar box. Empty. “Ouch. Epic fail.” He looked at Rachel, who nodded toward the kids. Her grin said it all.
He took in their barely contained smiles. “Traitors!” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just get something on the way.”
“I’m sure you will,” Rachel replied, drying off her still-stinging finger.
“What?”
Rachel stared intently at him, trying to convey her annoyance over his bad eating habits, without actually having to spell it out for him in front of the children.
Seeing her expression, Walter laughed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now get out of my head, woman!” He grabbed his bag and headed down the hallway for the front door.
“Love you!” Rachel shouted as the door creaked open.
There was no reply.
No customary “Love you, too.”
No closing door.
No starting car.
She was about to go check on him when Walter slowly backed into the kitchen. He had his iPhone out and was tapping the screen madly. This wasn’t an uncommon activity, but the dire look on his face was far from normal. Rachel held her breath. The kids stopped giggling and watched their father.
“What is it?” she asked. “Did the job fall through already?”
Walter shook his head and kept on tapping. Then he stopped. “This is wrong.”
“What?” she demanded, growing worried. “Is the phone broken?”
He stared blankly down at the screen. “It’s happening everywhere—all over the world. Wait— Crap, I lost our Wi-Fi connection.”
“Walter…”
“The 3G network is down, too.” He met his wife’s eyes. “It must be disrupting cell service.”
She took his face in her hands, willing his stunned eyes to meet hers. “Walter! What are you talking about? What is happening?”
He glanced toward the still-open front door. She followed his gaze and gasped.
The kids hopped out of their chairs to look.
“It’s snowing!” Jake shouted, running for the door.
“No!” Walter jumped forward and snagged his son by the sleeve. He looked at Rachel, his expression alarmed. “Close any open windows. Tape the seams. Use the duct tape.”
She nodded, feeling sick, and they both set off around the house, closing doors and windows. Samantha and Jake went into the living room, climbed onto the couch, and peered curiously out the bay window.
“Why can’t we go out?” Jake asked. “Itneversnows here. I want to play in the snow!”
“Dad says it’s not snow.”
Jake looked grumpy. “Well, how does he know?”
“Because, silly, snow isn’t red.”
Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Robinson
MIAMI, FLORIDA
WEDNESDAY—AUGUST 8, 2012
“Shit!”
The microwave door flew open and Rachel Carter reached her hand in.
The spoon, left in the bowl of oatmeal and heated along with the cardboard-flavored breakfast, had been shooting off blue sparks when she noticed it. Without thinking, she grabbed the spoon. A millisecond later, her mind registered the stupidity of her action, along with the searing heat. Her arm reacted quicker than her fingers, flailing backward. The spoon soared across the kitchen, weighted with expensive organic oats, and smacked against the stainless steel fridge, where both breakfast and spoon clung like Silly Putty.
Rachel turned on the tap and ran cold water over her pulsing index finger and thumb, her glare fixed on the spoon. It slid slowly toward the floor.
“You okay, Mom?” asked her ten-year-old daughter, Samantha.
“Fine.”
Samantha walked past the fridge, paused, stepped back and looked at the spoon. She turned to her mother with an eyebrow raised. “Fine?”
Rachel forced a smile that communicated a single message: don’t ask.
Samantha shrugged and pulled a chair up to the counter. She climbed onto the chair, then onto the counter.
“Get down from there!”
“I’m hungry.”
“I made you oatmeal.”
“You’re gonna make me puke, too, if I have to eat that sludge.”
With two granola bars in hand, she jumped down from the counter, swung the chair back to the table, and began unwrapping the first bar. Jake, the younger of the two siblings, strode into the kitchen, still in his footie pajamas, which he wore most days. “One of the advantages of being homeschooled,” he was fond of saying. Samantha tossed him the second granola bar and they sat at the table, eating in silence.
Rachel sighed. She couldn’t complain. At least they were eating granola bars and not fast-food egg and sausage sandwiches—which she suspected her husband, Walter, had been sneaking on his way to work. Again. She looked at the microwave clock.
8:30 A.M.
“Walter, you’re going to be late!” she shouted after noticing the time. He worked for a big downtown marketing firm and had a major pitch to make that afternoon.
Walter slid into the kitchen, moving fast. He opened the cabinet, reached up, and took down the granola bar box. Empty. “Ouch. Epic fail.” He looked at Rachel, who nodded toward the kids. Her grin said it all.
He took in their barely contained smiles. “Traitors!” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just get something on the way.”
“I’m sure you will,” Rachel replied, drying off her still-stinging finger.
“What?”
Rachel stared intently at him, trying to convey her annoyance over his bad eating habits, without actually having to spell it out for him in front of the children.
Seeing her expression, Walter laughed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now get out of my head, woman!” He grabbed his bag and headed down the hallway for the front door.
“Love you!” Rachel shouted as the door creaked open.
There was no reply.
No customary “Love you, too.”
No closing door.
No starting car.
She was about to go check on him when Walter slowly backed into the kitchen. He had his iPhone out and was tapping the screen madly. This wasn’t an uncommon activity, but the dire look on his face was far from normal. Rachel held her breath. The kids stopped giggling and watched their father.
“What is it?” she asked. “Did the job fall through already?”
Walter shook his head and kept on tapping. Then he stopped. “This is wrong.”
“What?” she demanded, growing worried. “Is the phone broken?”
He stared blankly down at the screen. “It’s happening everywhere—all over the world. Wait— Crap, I lost our Wi-Fi connection.”
“Walter…”
“The 3G network is down, too.” He met his wife’s eyes. “It must be disrupting cell service.”
She took his face in her hands, willing his stunned eyes to meet hers. “Walter! What are you talking about? What is happening?”
He glanced toward the still-open front door. She followed his gaze and gasped.
The kids hopped out of their chairs to look.
“It’s snowing!” Jake shouted, running for the door.
“No!” Walter jumped forward and snagged his son by the sleeve. He looked at Rachel, his expression alarmed. “Close any open windows. Tape the seams. Use the duct tape.”
She nodded, feeling sick, and they both set off around the house, closing doors and windows. Samantha and Jake went into the living room, climbed onto the couch, and peered curiously out the bay window.
“Why can’t we go out?” Jake asked. “Itneversnows here. I want to play in the snow!”
“Dad says it’s not snow.”
Jake looked grumpy. “Well, how does he know?”
“Because, silly, snow isn’t red.”
Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Robinson
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