The Hammer of Eden

Ein kleines, verschwiegenes Tal in Kalifornien. Hier lebt seit den sechziger Jahren eine friedliche Hippie-Gemeinde. Nun soll ihr Dorf einem Stausee weichen. Man gibt ihnen genau fünf Wochen Zeit, um das Land zu räumen. Aber die Kinder von Eden sind keinesfalls bereit, alles aufzugeben. In ihrer Not kommen sie auf eine wahnwitzige Idee...

Zusatztext Praise for The Hammer of Eden Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense. USA Today Peerless pacing and character development . . . The Hammer of Eden will nail readers to their seats. People (A Page-Turner of the Week) The thrills hit unnervingly close to home in Follett's latest white-knuckler. San Francisco Chronicle Riveting . . . taut plotting! tense action! skillful writing! and myriad unexpected twists make this one utterly unputdownable. Booklist (starred review) "A model of how a thriller ought to be written. Follett keeps it crisp and rachets up the tension. . . . Time speeds up as the danger escalates." Los Angeles Times "Follett does a first-class job of creating a fictional universe and then inviting the reader to live in it. His substantial research pays off as well! because he writes about the world of earthquakes with the same authority he displays when discussing the technical aspects of the FBI's inner workings." Newark Star-Ledger "Amazing . . . Hollywood could have some fun with The Hammer of Eden ." Orlando Sentinel Informationen zum Autor Ken Follett Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER The FBI doesn't believe it. The Governor wants the problem to disappear. But agent Judy Maddox knows the threat is real: An extreme group of eco-terrorists has the means and the know-how to set off a massive earthquake of epic proportions. For California! time is running out. Now Maddox is scrambling to hunt down a petty criminal turned cult leader turned homicidal mastermind. Because she knows that the dying has already begun. And things will only get worse when the earth violently shifts! bolts! and shakes down to its very core. Excerpt from Chapter 1 A man called Priest pulled his cowboy hat down at the front and peered across the flat, dusty desert of South Texas. The low dull green bushes of thorny mesquite and sagebrush stretched in every direction as far as he could see. In front of him, a ridged and rutted track ten feet wide had been driven through the vegetation. These tracks were called senderos by the Hispanic bulldozer drivers who cut them in brutally straight lines. On one side, at precise fifty-yard intervals, bright pink plastic marker flags fluttered on short wire poles. A truck moved slowly along the sendero. Priest had to steal the truck. He had stolen his first vehicle at the age of eleven, a brand-new snow white 1961 Lincoln Continental parked, with the keys in the dash, outside the Roxy Theatre on South Broadway in Los Angeles. Priest, who was called Ricky in those days, could hardly see over the steering wheel. He had been so scared he almost wet himself, but he drove it ten blocks and handed the keys proudly to Jimmy "Pigface" Riley, who gave him five bucks, then took his girl for a drive and crashed the car on the Pacific Coast Highway. That was how Ricky became a member of the Pigface Gang. But this truck was not just a vehicle. As he watched, the powerful machinery behind the driver's cabin slowly lowered a massive steel plate, six feet square, to the ground. There was a pause, then he heard a low-pitched rumble. A cloud of dust rose around the truck as the plate began to pound the earth rhythmically. He felt the ground shake beneath his feet. This was a seismic vibrator, a machine for sending shock waves through the earth's crust. Priest had never had much education, except in stealing cars, but he was the smartest person he had ever met, and he understood how the vibrator worked. It was similar to radar and sonar. The shock waves were reflected off features in the earth--such as rock or liquid--and they bounced back to the surface, where ...

Praise for The Hammer of Eden

“Follett ratchets up the Richter scale of suspense.”—USA Today
 
“Peerless pacing and character development . . . The Hammer of Eden will nail readers to their seats.”—People (A Page-Turner of the Week)
 
“The thrills hit unnervingly close to home in Follett’s latest white-knuckler.”—San Francisco Chronicle
 
“Riveting . . . taut plotting, tense action, skillful writing, and myriad unexpected twists make this one utterly unputdownable.”—Booklist (starred review)

"A model of how a thriller ought to be written. Follett keeps it crisp and rachets up the tension. . . . Time speeds up as the danger escalates." —*Los Angeles Times*

"Follett does a first-class job of creating a fictional universe and then inviting the reader to live in it. His substantial research pays off as well, because he writes about the world of earthquakes with the same authority he displays when discussing the technical aspects of the FBI's inner workings." —***Newark Star-Ledger

"Amazing . . . Hollywood could have some fun with *The Hammer of Eden." —*Orlando Sentinel*

Auteur

Ken Follett

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

The FBI doesn't believe it. The Governor wants the problem to disappear. But agent Judy Maddox knows the threat is real: An extreme group of eco-terrorists has the means and the know-how to set off a massive earthquake of epic proportions. For California, time is running out.

Now Maddox is scrambling to hunt down a petty criminal turned cult leader turned homicidal mastermind. Because she knows that the dying has already begun. And things will only get worse when the earth violently shifts, bolts, and shakes down to its very core.

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
 
The FBI doesn’t believe it. The Governor wants the problem to disappear. But agent Judy Maddox knows the threat is real: An extreme group of eco-terrorists has the means and the know-how to set off a massive earthquake of epic proportions. For California, time is running out.
 
Now Maddox is scrambling to hunt down a petty criminal turned cult leader turned homicidal mastermind. Because she knows that the dying has already begun. And things will only get worse when the earth violently shifts, bolts, and shakes down to its very core.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

A man called Priest pulled his cowboy hat down at the front and peered across the flat, dusty desert of South Texas.

The low dull green bushes of thorny mesquite and sagebrush stretched in every direction as far as he could see. In front of him, a ridged and rutted track ten feet wide had been driven through the vegetation. These tracks were called senderos by the Hispanic bulldozer drivers who cut them in brutally straight lines. On one side, at precise fifty-yard intervals, bright pink plastic marker flags fluttered on short wire poles. A truck moved slowly along the sendero.

Priest had to steal the truck.

He had stolen his first vehicle at the age of eleven, a brand-new snow white 1961 Lincoln Continental parked, with the keys in the dash, outside the Roxy Theatre on South Broadway in Los Angeles. Priest, who was called Ricky in those days, could hardly see over the steering wheel. He had been so scared he almost wet himself, but he drove it ten blocks and handed the keys proudly to Jimmy "Pigface" Riley, who gave him five bucks, then took his girl for a drive and crashed the car on the Pacific Coast Highway. That was how Ricky became a member of the Pigface Gang.

But this truck was not just a vehicle.

As he watched, the powerful machinery behind the driver's cabin slowly lowered a massive steel plate, six feet square…