Zusatztext "Morrell! an absolute master of the thriller! plays by his own rules and leaves you dazzled."Dean Koontz "David Morrell is! to me! the finest thriller writer living today! bar none."Steve Berry "Splendid! state-of-the-art . . . action/adventure . . . Morrell's forte is action! and there is plenty of that here." Washington Post Book World "A wildly Ludlumesque thriller . . . an exciting and entertaining adventure." Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor David Morrell is the award-winning author of First Blood the novel in which Rambo was createdas well as twenty-seven other books. This book was the basis for the 1989 mini-series starring Robert Mitchum. With eighteen million copies in print, his work has been translated into twenty-six languages. He was a professor in the English department at the University of Iowa and currently serves as the copresident of the International Thriller Writers organization. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his wife. Klappentext Two brilliant operatives known as Saul and Drew are drawn together to solve a baffling mystery: Why have ten elderly men from around the world been kidnapped? As the agents investigate they are pulled into a violent cycle of revenge that stretches back to World War II-and is now forcing sons to pay for their father's darkest sins. David Morrell's international thrillers have no equal. From the Vatican to the Swiss Alps, from Australia to the heartland of America, The League of Night and Fog brings together two generations bound by one chilling legacy.ICICLE Chapter One cardinal's disappearance remains a mystery rome, italy, February 28 (AP)Vatican officials and Rome police remain baffled five days after the disappearance of Cardinal Krunoslav Pavelic, influential member of the Roman Catholic Church's administration group, the Curia. Pavelic, seventy-two, was last seen by close associates after celebrating a private mass in the chapel of his Vatican living quarters Sunday evening. On Monday, he had been scheduled to give the keynote address to a widely publicized conference of Catholic bishops on the subject of the Church's political relations with Eastern European communist regimes. Authorities at first suspected right-wing terrorists of abducting Cardinal Pavelic to protest a rumored softening of the Vatican's attitude toward any communist regime willing to ease restrictions on Church activities. However, no extremist group has so far claimed responsibility for Pavelic's disappearance. Chapter Two St. Paul, Minnesota. March. For the second time that night, the cards Frank Miller held became a blur. Though red and black were distinct, he couldn't tell the difference between a heart and a diamond or a spade and a club. Trying to subdue his concern, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and massaged his aching forehead. "Something the matter?" Sid Henderson asked across the table from him. Like Miller, Henderson was in his seventies. Indeed all the bridge players in this room in the St. Paul community service center were either that old or just slightly younger. Miller strained to focus on his cards. "The matter? Nothing." "You sure? You look kinda sick." "It's too hot in here. They've turned up the thermostat too high. Somebody ought to open some windows." "And give us all pneumonia?" Iris Glickman asked to Miller's right. She claimed she was only sixty-seven. "It's freezing outside. If you're hot, take off your suit-coat." But Miller had already loosened his tie. He couldn't allow himself to ignore decorum completely and play cards in his shirtsleeves. "Maybe you should go home," Harvey Ginsberg said on the left. "You're awful pale." Miller dabbed his sweaty brow with a handkerchief; his stomach felt queasy. "You need four p...

"Morrell, an absolute master of the thriller, plays by his own rules and leaves you dazzled."—Dean Koontz

"David Morrell is, to me, the finest thriller writer living today, bar none."—Steve Berry

"Splendid, state-of-the-art . . . action/adventure . . . Morrell's forte is action, and there is plenty of that here."—Washington Post Book World
 
"A wildly Ludlumesque thriller . . . an exciting and entertaining adventure."—*Publishers Weekly

• Autorentext

  David Morrell is the award-winning author of First Blood—the novel in which Rambo was created—as well as twenty-seven other books. This book was the basis for the 1989 mini-series starring Robert Mitchum. With eighteen million copies in print, his work has been translated into twenty-six languages. He was a professor in the English department at the University of Iowa and currently serves as the copresident of the International Thriller Writers organization. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his wife.

  Klappentext

  Two brilliant operatives known as Saul and Drew are drawn together to solve a baffling mystery: Why have ten elderly men from around the world been kidnapped? As the agents investigate they are pulled into a violent cycle of revenge that stretches back to World War II-and is now forcing sons to pay for their father's darkest sins.

  David Morrell's international thrillers have no equal. From the Vatican to the Swiss Alps, from Australia to the heartland of America, The League of Night and Fog brings together two generations bound by one chilling legacy.

  Leseprobe
  ICICLE

  Chapter One

  cardinal's disappearance remains a mystery

  rome, italy, February 28 (AP)—Vatican officials and Rome police remain baffled five days after the disappearance of Cardinal Krunoslav Pavelic, influential member of the Roman Catholic Church's administration group, the Curia.

  Pavelic, seventy-two, was last seen by close associates after celebrating a private mass in the chapel of his Vatican living quarters Sunday evening. On Monday, he had been scheduled to give the keynote address to a widely publicized conference of Catholic bishops on the subject of the Church's political relations with Eastern European communist regimes.

  Authorities at first suspected right-wing terrorists of abducting Cardinal Pavelic to protest a rumored softening of the Vatican's attitude toward any communist regime willing to ease restrictions on Church activities. However, no extremist group has so far claimed responsibility for Pavelic's disappearance.

  *Chapter Two

• St. Paul, Minnesota. March. For the second time that night, the cards Frank Miller held became a blur. Though red and black were distinct, he couldn't tell the difference between a heart and a diamond or a spade and a club. Trying to subdue his concern, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and massaged his aching forehead.

  "Something the matter?" Sid Henderson asked across the table from him. Like Miller, Henderson was in his seventies. Indeed all the bridge players in this room in the St. Paul community service center were either that old or just slightly younger.

  Miller strained to focus on his cards. "The matter? Nothing."

  "You sure? You look kinda sick."

  "It's too hot in here. They've turned up the thermostat too high. Somebody ought to open some windows."

  "And give us all pneumonia?" Iris Glickman asked to Miller's right. She claimed she was only sixty-seven. "It's freezing outside. If you're hot, take off your suit-coat."

  But Miller had already loosened his tie. He couldn't allow himself to ignore decorum completely and play cards in his shirtsleeves.

  "Maybe you should go home," Harvey Ginsberg said on the left. "You're awful pale."

  Miller dabbed his sweaty brow with a handkerchief; his stomach felt queasy. "You need four players. I'd ruin the game for everybody."

  "Screw the game," Harvey said.

  As usual, Iris pursed her lips in pretended shock at Harvey's vulgar language.

  Miller's forehead throbbed. "You won't think I'm a poor sport?"

  "What I'll thin…