BONUS: This edition contains an excerpt from Steve Berry's The Columbus Affair and a Cotton Malone dossier. Cotton Malone retired from the high-risk world of elite operatives for the U.S. Justice Department to lead the low-key life of a rare-book dealer. But his quiet existence is shattered when he receives an anonymous e-mail: "You have something I want. You' re the only person on earth who knows where to find it. Go get it. You have 72 hours. If I don't hear from you, you will be childless." His horrified ex-wife confirms that the threat is real: Their teenage son has been kidnapped. When Malone's Copenhagen bookshop is burned to the ground, it becomes brutally clear that those responsible will stop at nothing to get what they want. And what they want is nothing less than the lost Library of Alexandria. A cradle of ideas-historical, philosophical, literary, scientific, and religious-the Library of Alexandria was unparalleled in the world. But fifteen hundred years ago, it vanished into the mists of myth and legend-its vast bounty of wisdom coveted ever since by scholars, fortune hunters, and those who believe its untold secrets hold the key to ultimate power. Now a cartel of wealthy international moguls, bent on altering the course of history, is desperate to breach the library's hallowed halls-and only Malone possesses the information they need to succeed. At stake is an explosive ancient document with the potential not only to change the destiny of the Middle East but to shake the world's three major religions to their very foundations. Pursued by a lethal mercenary, Malone crosses the globe in search of answers. His quest will lead him to England and Portugal, even to the highest levels of American government-and the shattering outcome, deep in the Sinai desert, will have worldwide repercussions.
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1 . Fast Fun
Posted August 22, 2010 by Fred , Caledon, onGreat airplane/hotel book. If you read dry or tehnical stuff all day at work this ia good release from that.
2 . Right up there with The Templar Legacy
Posted November 28, 2009 by Paul Bates , Dearborn MiI really enjoyed it. Great story, lots of depth like the first one. Great historical fiction. I'll make this analogy: I like Michael Chricton for his science fiction because he's authentic; extremely well researched. I like Steve Berry in historical fiction for the same reason; authentic and extremely well researched. He documents at the end of the books.
If you liked the first Cotton Malone book, The Templar Legacy, I recommend you keep going. I am a starting #3 now.....
January 30, 2007
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Excerpt from The Alexandria Link by Steve Berry
Tuesday, October 4
Cotton Malone stared straight into the face of trouble. Outside his bookshop's open front door stood his ex-wife, the last person on earth he'd expected to see. He quickly registered panic in her tired eyes, remembered the pounding that had awoken him a few minutes before, and instantly thought of his son.
"Where's Gary?" he asked.
"You son of a bitch. They took him. Because of you. They took him." She lunged forward, her closed fists crashing down onto his shoulders. "You sorry son of a bitch." He grabbed her wrists and stopped the attack as she started crying. "I left you because of this. I thought this kind of thing was over."
"Who took Gary?" More sobs were his answer. He kept hold of her arms. "Pam. Listen to me. Who took Gary?"
She stared at him. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"What are you doing here? Why didn't you go to the police?"
"Because they said not to. They said if I went anywhere near the police, Gary was dead. They said they would know, and I believed them."
She wrenched her arms free, her face flooded with anger. "I don't know. All they said was for me to wait two days, then come here and give you this." She rummaged through her shoulder bag and produced a phone. Tears continued to rain down her cheeks. "They said for you to go online and open your e-mail."
Had he heard right? Go online and open your e-mail?
He flipped open the phone and checked the frequency. Enough megahertz to make it world-capable. Which made him wonder. Suddenly he felt vulnerable. Hojbro Plads was quiet. At this late hour no one roamed the city square.
His senses came alive.
"Get inside." And he yanked her into the shop and closed the door. He hadn't switched on any lights.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice shredded by fear.
He faced her. "I don't know, Pam. You tell me. Our son has apparently been taken by God-knows-who, and you wait two days before telling a soul about it? That didn't strike you as insane?"
"I wasn't going to jeopardize his life."
"And I would? How have I ever done that?"
"By being you," she said in a frigid tone, and he instantly recalled why he no longer lived with her.
A thought occurred to him. She'd never been to Denmark. "How did you find me?"
"They told me."
"Who the hell is they?"
"I don't know, Cotton. Two men. Only one did the talking. Tall, dark-haired, flat face."
"How would I know?"
"How did he speak?"
She seemed to catch hold of herself. "No. Not American. They had accents. European."
He motioned with the phone. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"He said to open your e-mail and it would be explained."
She glanced nervously around at the shelves cast in shadows. "Upstairs, right?"
Gary would have told her he lived over the store. He certainly hadn't. They'd spoken only once since he'd retired from the Justice Department and left Georgia last year, and that had been two months back, in August, when he'd brought Gary home after their summer visit. She'd coldly told him that Gary was not his natural son. Instead the boy was the product of an affair from sixteen years ago, her response to his own infidelity. He'd wrestled with that demon ever since and had not, as yet, come to terms with its implications. One thing he'd decided at the time--he had no intention of ever speaking to Pam Malone again. Whatever needed to be said would be said between him and Gary.
But things seemed to have changed.
"Yeah," he said. "Upstairs."
They entered his apartment, and he sat at the desk. He switched on his laptop and waited for the programs to boot. Pam had finally grabbed hold of her emotions. She was like that. Her moods ran in waves. Soaring highs and cavernous lows.