WARNING: ADDICTIVE READING.
WE WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR LOSS OF TIME, DRY EYES OR DISCONNECTION WITH REALITY FOLLOWING PROLONGED READING.
‘Granger has combined Ian Fleming, John Le Carré and Trevanian in one heady mix’ New York Times
START READING THE NOVEMBER MAN SERIES NOW! Then go on to read the rest, you won’t regret it.
The armistice has been all but signed. As one master operative puts it, “The Cold War has lost its Freon.” And as people all over the world rejoice, America’s intelligence profession prepares to cut back operations. With the old East-West rivalry gone, the planet has no further need for spies. So it would seem.
Fortunately, Devereaux – the spy they call November – knows better. Even now, he finds himself and his implacable nemesis locked in a deadly battle. The backdrop is a secret war of terrorism waged by an insidious mastermind combining the bloodiest back-alley tactics of Irish republicanism with the sleek financial machinations of Wall Street. And exploits them both.
For Devereaux, this mission becomes more than another assignment reluctantly undertaken for his long-standing employer, R Section. It’s deeply personal: an assassin has struck at Rita Macklin, the journalist whose love he has at last begun to accept and reciprocate. Behind the attacks is a man who has proven to have many identities and many lives, a killer without conscience or country, now seeking his final revenge against the November Man. Now Devereaux has but a single goal: kill Henry McGee, before he can strike again.
‘America’s best spy novelist’ Ed McBain
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WE WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR LOSS OF TIME, DRY EYES OR DISCONNECTION WITH REALITY FOLLOWING PROLONGED READING.
‘Granger has combined Ian Fleming, John Le Carré and Trevanian in one heady mix’ New York Times
START READING THE NOVEMBER MAN SERIES NOW! Then go on to read the rest, you won’t regret it.
The armistice has been all but signed. As one master operative puts it, “The Cold War has lost its Freon.” And as people all over the world rejoice, America’s intelligence profession prepares to cut back operations. With the old East-West rivalry gone, the planet has no further need for spies. So it would seem.
Fortunately, Devereaux – the spy they call November – knows better. Even now, he finds himself and his implacable nemesis locked in a deadly battle. The backdrop is a secret war of terrorism waged by an insidious mastermind combining the bloodiest back-alley tactics of Irish republicanism with the sleek financial machinations of Wall Street. And exploits them both.
For Devereaux, this mission becomes more than another assignment reluctantly undertaken for his long-standing employer, R Section. It’s deeply personal: an assassin has struck at Rita Macklin, the journalist whose love he has at last begun to accept and reciprocate. Behind the attacks is a man who has proven to have many identities and many lives, a killer without conscience or country, now seeking his final revenge against the November Man. Now Devereaux has but a single goal: kill Henry McGee, before he can strike again.
‘America’s best spy novelist’ Ed McBain
Loved this? Read The Last Good German next . . .
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