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Cult: A Tale of Brainwashing, Captivity and Death
Overview
Barney Harrigan, a successful computer entrepreneur, discovers that his young and impressionable wife has been lured by her fanatical sister into the Glory Cult, a ruthless and powerful group in Oregon run by a charismatic "guru." Determined to free her from the cult's grasp and return her to him and their four year old son, he prevails upon an old lover in Washington D.C., Naomi Forman -- a human rights activist -- to use her political connections to help him. After initial reluctance, Naomi eventually enlists in his cause, despite her conviction that brainwashing is a myth. She will soon come to realize how wrong she is.
Barney and Naomi travel to Oregon and team up with a pair of tough, cunning deprogrammers. They plan to kidnap Barney's wife from the cult. However, they soon find themselves in a deadly cat and mouse game with Jeremiah, the David Koresh-like leader of the Glories. Their rescue attempt triggers a surprising and horrific climax.
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Product Details
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Published by
Stonehouse Press
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Publish Date
June 11, 2003
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Print ISBN
0971704961
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eBook ISBN
1590061950
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Imprint
Stonehouse Press
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Filesize
476.36 KB
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Number of Print Pages*
244
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Excerpt from Cult by Warren Adler
"Barney Harrigan!"
The name, the voice, the memory stunned her. Her fingers shook and she steadied the instrument against her ear.
"Is this Naomi Forman " the voice inquired, still tentative and uncertain. The red numbers on the digital clock read three a.m. The hour of desperation. Would the voice of Barney Harrigan announce disaster No call could come at that moment without a reason. Barney Harrigan! She shivered at the ancient memory, the old painful love, her own awful guilt. From the beating pulse in her throat and the sudden emptiness in the pit of herself, she knew it still lingered. Hadn't she killed it for good years ago Five. Nearly six.
"I can't believe it."
"I'm sorry." He offered the obligatory apology.
Kicking off the comforter, she sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Where are you " she asked.
"Fort Lauderdale."
"I didn't know you moved out of Manhattan."
Had he moved since she had last looked up his name in the Manhattan directory, a guilty whim The address had changed. It was not the place in SoHo they had once shared, in which they had once loved. The flame had burned hard and hot, ending finally, the reasons blurred by time.
"I'm at my parents' place in Lauderdale. I dropped off Kev."






