A New Jason Bourne Novel
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Jason Bourne eeled his way through the mob. He was assaulted by the bone-juddering, heart-attack-inducing, soul-shattering blast of music coming from ten-foot-tall speakers set on either end of the enormous dance floor. Above the dancers’ bobbing heads an aurora borealis of lights splintered, coalesced, and then shattered against the domed ceiling like an armada of comets and shooting stars. Ahead of him, across the restless sea of bodies, the woman with the thick mane of blond hair made her way around gyrating couples of all possible combinations. Bourne pressed after her; it was like trying to push his way through a soft mattress. The heat was palpable. Already the snow on the fur collar of his thick coat had melted away. His hair was slick with it. The woman darted in and out of the light, like a minnow under the sun-beaten skin of a lake. She seemed to move in a shuddering jerk-step, visible first here, then there. Bourne pushed after her, overamplified bass and drums having highjacked the feel of his own pulse. At length, he confirmed that she was making for the ladies’ room, and, having already plotted out a shortcut, he broke off his direct pursuit and plowed the new route through the melee. He arrived at the door just as she disappeared inside. Through the briefly open door the smells of weed, sex, and sweat emerged to swirl around him.
He waited for a pair of young women to stumble out in a cloud of perfume and giggles, then he slid inside. Three women with long, tangled hair and chunky, jangling jewelry huddled at the line of sinks, so engrossed in snorting coke they didn’t see him. Crouching down to peer under the doors, he went quickly past the line of stalls. Only one was occupied. Drawing his Glock, he screwed the noise suppressor onto the end of the barrel. He kicked open the door and, as it slammed back against the partition, the woman with ice-blue eyes and a mane of blond hair aimed a small silver-plated .22 Beretta at him. He put a bullet through her heart, a second in her right eye. He was smoke by the time her forehead hit the tiles . . .
Bourne opened his eyes to the diamond glare of tropical sunshine. He looked out onto the deep azure of the Andaman Sea, at the sail- and motorboats bobbing at anchor just offshore. He shivered, as if he were still in his memory shard instead of on Patong Beach in Phuket. Where was that disco? Norway? Sweden? When had he killed that woman? And who was she? A target assigned to him by Alex Conklin before the trauma that had cast him into the Mediterranean with a severe concussion. That was all he could be certain of. Why had Treadstone targeted her? He racked his brain, trying to gather all the details of his dream, but like smoke they drifted through his fingers.
This is an excerpt from ROBERT LUDLUM’S™ THE BOURNE DOMINION by Eric Van Lustbader. Copyright © 2011 by Myn Pyn, LLC. Reprinted by permission of Grand Central Publishing. All rights reserved.
Carrying on where Robert Ludlum left off, New York Times bestseller Eric Van Lustbader has kept the Bourne legacy alive and blazing through five breakneck adventures. Now, in Robert Ludlum’s™ The Bourne Dominion, Lustbader pits the tormented hero against Bourne’s deadliest enemy yet.
Jason Bourne is searching for Severus Domna, a secret international cabal working to influence world events for its own power and financial gain. He needs the help of his longtime friend, General Boris Karpov, the newly appointed head of Russia’s most feared spy agency, FSB-2. They’ve saved each other’s lives on more than one occasion, and Karpov is one of the most determined, honorable and justice-hungry men Bourne knows.
But Karpov has made a deal with the devil. In order to remain the head of FSB-2, he must kill his oldest friend, Jason Bourne.
Now, these two trusted allies are on a deadly collision course. From the Colombian highlands to Munich, Cadiz and Damascus, the clock is counting down to an irreparable disaster that will cripple America’s economic and military future. Only Bourne and Karpov have a chance to avert the catastrophe—but if they destroy each other first, that chance will be gone forever.
Hardcover : 432 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group USA ( July 19, 2011 )
Item #: 13-409934
ISBN: 9780446564441
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 1.0inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

I had consumed all of Robert Ludlum's books, and several of Eric Van Lustbader's, before Van Lustbader picked up Ludlum's gauntlet. Aside from John LeCarre's George Smiley, and Ian Fleming's Bond, few other characters in espionage literature have as intriguing a back-story, distinctive personality or potential future as Jason Bourne. Happily, the author returns Boris Karpov to the narrative; gives us a challenging premise, more enticing locales, and some nifty twists, as our favorite amnesiac grapples with a new and nasty scheme. Perhaps more films ahead?
Reviewer: William H
better than daytime television
Reviewer: bored r
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