Sunday 22 February 2015

I Am Pilgrim -Terry Hayes



A teenage boy races on his bike weaving between hordes of spectators who have gathered to watch a local man beheaded. The man is innocent. His crime? To speak out loud against the Saudi royal family. The man is the boy's father. 

The boy doesn't get there in time, arriving instead as the crowds disperse, leaving an empty dust blown space and a world which no longer holds his father's soul. 

In this moment the boy's innocence is lost, and as he swears revenge for his father's death, Saracen is born.

In the years since his father's death Saracen has trained as a muj fighter and as a doctor. Technically great, incomprehensibly strong and unwavingly determined he decides his revenge will be to cripple America, as a strong allie of Saudi. 

His weapon will be catastrophic. He painstakingly pieces together the genetic coding for a virus previously eradicated from Earth. 

Smallpox.

To this deadly disease he cuts in additional coding to ensure his virus evades the West's stockpile of Smallpox vaccines. 

In a remote forest atop a remote mountain in Afghanistan he runs his human trials on three kidnappees. The virus is hot and lethal. 

Dwarfing the danger of Smallpox he renames his creation Blackpox. 

The graves of the human trials are found by passing American helicopters, drawn by the heat picked up on their thermal imaging coming from the smouldering remains of the test hut. Saracen narrowly escapes.

The gravity of the situation dawns as they discover the nature of the virus.

The race is on.

Born on the other side of the world is an intelligence agent, an unknown, unheralded, legend. Tired of his lonely existence he yearns to return to a normal
life. But it's not to be. He alone is sent to stop Saracen.

His codename is Pilgrim.

Their worlds spin towards each other as Pilgrim hunts Saracen, whilst Saracen reproduces the virus on a grand scale ready for deployment in the hospitals of America.

With no name to chase, no nationality to track, finding Saracen in time seems impossible. 

However... What is the alternative?

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