Storm is still on track to pass right over us, so we’ll get the worst of it. Do you think we’ll be ready for it?
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Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were cra...
There are rattlesnakes around here. His partner grinned in the dark. Juan, that would be the least of our problems. A minute later, the handheld radio on his belt chirped with two static transmissions...
Take away the clothes of the greatest living man, his father once told him, and you behold a very embarrassed, naked and defenseless animal.
If a satellite in space ever mapped the myriad of lone tracks and trails across Mongolia, it would resemble a plate of spaghetti dropped on the floor.
Iceland, the land of frost and fire, rugged glaciers and smoldering volcanoes,
A man does not run among thorns for no reason; either he is chasing a snake or a snake is chasing him.
Previous afternoon. His heartbeat increased as he measured his opportunities of escape if he was discovered. They flat didn’t exist. A swimmer stood little chance of outrunning a pair of personal wate...
To those of you who seek lost objects of history, I wish you the best of luck. They're out there, and they're whispering.
The captain moniker derived from a tired blue hat he wore on his head. It was the classic captain’s hat favored by rich yachtsmen, sporting crossed gold anchors on its prow. Dahlgren’s hat, however, l...
He opened the door, and his smile faded as his eyes went to the DUNKIN’ DONUTS emblazoned on the flat cardboard box in Paul’s hands. Perlmutter recoiled like a vampire being offered garlic, and would...
Americans have an annoying habit of accomplishing what they set out to do.
A man accepts the thankless burden of responsibility. We women do not. To us, life is a game we play one day at a time.
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While like most men, Sam prided himself on being equipped with a supernatural internal compass that kept him from ever being lost, he'd also learned to concede those rare times when that compass seeme...
Unfortunately we have to remember we’re scientists, not writers of popular semifictional archaeological claptrap.
Time is a thief. It steals our memory, our hopes, and our strength, leaving only the sense there’s never enough of it.
Not to worry, said Giordino with humorous detachment. If the inscriptions prove ancient, they’re probably nothing but a book of ancient recipes. Recipes for what? inquired Helm. Goat, said Giordino mo...
As they exited the conference room, Summer tugged at Dirk’s elbow. So what did the data from Perlmutter cost you? she chided, knowing the gourmet historian’s penchant for culinary blackmail. Nothing m...