The Parsifal Mosaic

Zusatztext Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Parsifal Mosaic [Robert] Ludlum's narrative imagination is a force of nature. The New York Times As fast-paced and absorbing as any he's written. Newsday The suspense never lets up. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution A crackling good yarn. Los Angeles Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor Robert Ludlum was the author of twenty-one novels, each a New York Times bestseller. There are more than 210 million of his books in print, and they have been translated into thirty-two languages. In addition to the Jason Bourne series The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bourne Ultimatum he was the author of The Scarlatti Inheritance, The Chancellor Manuscript, and The Apocalypse Watch, among many others. Mr. Ludlum passed away in March 2001. Klappentext Michael Havelock's world died on a moonlit beach on the Costa Brava as he watched his partner and lover! double agent Jenna Karas! efficiently gunned down by his own agency. There's nothing left for him but to quit the game! get out. Then! in one frantic moment on a crowded railroad platform in Rome! Havelock sees Jenna. Racing around the globe in search of his beautiful betrayer! Havelock is now marked for death by both U.S. and Russian assassins! trapped in a massive mosaic of treachery created by a top-level mole with the world in his fist: Parsifal. Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Parsifal Mosaic "[Robert] Ludlum's narrative imagination is a force of nature."-The New York Times "As fast-paced and absorbing as any he's written."-Newsday "The suspense never lets up."-The Atlanta Journal-Constitution "A crackling good yarn."-Los Angeles Times Book Review The cold rays of the moon streaked down from the night sky and bounced off the rolling surf, which burst into suspended sprays of white where isolated waves crashed into the rocks of the shoreline. The stretch of beach between the towering boulders of the Costa Brava was the execution ground. It had to be. May God damn this goddamned worldit had to be! He could see her now. And hear her through the sounds of the sea and the breaking surf. She was running wildly, screaming hysterically: Pro boha ?ivého! Proï! Co to dêlá! P¡estañ! Proï! Proï! Her blond hair was caught in the moonlight, her racing silhouette given substance by the beam of a powerful flashlight fifty yards behind her. She fell; the gap closed and a staccato burst of gunfire abruptly, insolently split the night air, bullets exploding the sand and the wild grass all around her. She would be dead in a matter of seconds. His love would be gone. They were high on the hill overlooking the Moldau, the boats on the river plowing the waters north and south, their wakes furrows. The curling smoke from the factories below diffused in the bright afternoon sky, obscuring the mountains in the distance, and Michael watched, wondering if the winds above Prague would come along and blow the smoke away so the mountains could be seen again. His head was on Jenna's lap, his long legs stretched out, touching the wicker basket she had packed with sandwiches and iced wine. She sat on the grass, her back against the smooth bark of a birch tree; she stroked his hair, her fingers circling his face, gently outlining his lips and cheekbones. Mikhail, my darling, I was thinking. Those tweed jackets and dark trousers you wear, and that very proper English which must come from your very proper university, will never remove the Havlíïek from Havelock. I don't think they were meant to. One's a uniform of sorts, and the other you kind of learn in self-defense. He smiled, t...

Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Parsifal Mosaic
 
“[Robert] Ludlum’s narrative imagination is a force of nature.”—The New York Times
 
“As fast-paced and absorbing as any he’s written.”—Newsday
 
“The suspense never lets up.”—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
 
“A crackling good yarn.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review

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Robert Ludlum was the author of twenty-one novels, each a New York Times bestseller. There are more than 210 million of his books in print, and they have been translated into thirty-two languages. In addition to the Jason Bourne series—The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, and The Bourne Ultimatum—he was the author of The Scarlatti Inheritance, The Chancellor Manuscript, and The Apocalypse Watch, among many others. Mr. Ludlum passed away in March 2001.

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Michael Havelock's world died on a moonlit beach on the Costa Brava as he watched his partner and lover, double agent Jenna Karas, efficiently gunned down by his own agency. There's nothing left for him but to quit the game, get out. Then, in one frantic moment on a crowded railroad platform in Rome, Havelock sees Jenna. Racing around the globe in search of his beautiful betrayer, Havelock is now marked for death by both U.S. and Russian assassins, trapped in a massive mosaic of treachery created by a top-level mole with the world in his fist: Parsifal.

Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Parsifal Mosaic

"[Robert] Ludlum's narrative imagination is a force of nature."-The New York Times

"As fast-paced and absorbing as any he's written."-Newsday

"The suspense never lets up."-The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

"A crackling good yarn."-Los Angeles Times Book Review

Résumé
Michael Havelock’s world died on a moonlit beach on the Costa Brava as he watched his partner and lover, double agent Jenna Karas, efficiently gunned down by his own agency. There’s nothing left for him but to quit the game, get out. Then, in one frantic moment on a crowded railroad platform in Rome, Havelock sees Jenna. Racing around the globe in search of his beautiful betrayer, Havelock is now marked for death by both U.S. and Russian assassins, trapped in a massive mosaic of treachery created by a top-level mole with the world in his fist: Parsifal.
 
Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Parsifal Mosaic
 
“[Robert] Ludlum’s narrative imagination is a force of nature.”—The New York Times
 
“As fast-paced and absorbing as any he’s written.”—Newsday
 
“The suspense never lets up.”—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
 
“A crackling good yarn.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review

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The cold rays of the moon streaked down from the night sky and bounced off the rolling surf, which burst into suspended sprays of white where isolated waves crashed into the rocks of the shoreline. The stretch of beach between the towering boulders of the Costa Brava was the execution ground. It had to be. May God damn this goddamned world—it had to be!
 
He could see her now. And hear her through the sounds of the sea and the breaking surf. She was running wildly, screaming hysterically: “Pro boha živého! Proï! Co to dêláš! P¡estañ! Proï! Proï!”
 
Her blond hair was caught in the moonlight, her racing silhouette given substance by the beam of a powerful flashlight fifty yards behind her. She fell; the gap closed and a staccato burst of gunfire abruptly, insolently split the night air, bullets exploding the sand and the wild grass all around her. She would be dead in a matter of seconds.
 
His love would be gone.
 
*They were high on the hill overlooking the Moldau, the boats on the river plowing the waters north and south, their wakes furrows. The curling smoke from the factories below diffused in the bright afternoon sky, obscuring the mountains…