Red Sky Mourning (Terminal List #7)

by Jack Carr

The universe in which James Reece resides in the pages of my novels is fictious, though there are whispers of truth. At times those whispers grow to roars. Other times they are so soft they go unheard. This novel, like those that precede it, holds a light to the secret world, briefly illuminating the shadows. It is a world that few will touch or experience, a world that exists so far beneath the surface of what most consider “normal life” that they believe it to be the vision of novelists and screenwriters.

At times I’ve felt the pull to return to a life where every breath was sacred because of a constant awareness that it could be my last. As time ticks by, I feel that pull less and less. Perhaps that is because my mission of caring for my family and my passion for writing and history have combined to give me purpose. But sometimes on a cold fall evening, as the sun sinks below the horizon and the sky turns brilliant shades of red, I remember that there is another world out there, a world in shadow. A world where men and women of the world’s various intelligence services are vying for secrets, searching out their next targets, and sometimes preparing to kill.

“That’s correct. In it he wrote, ‘Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all…’ ” “ ‘… and you are a god,’ ” Reece said, finishing the quote.

don’t let the old man in.”

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