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Zusatztext “Lincoln Child’s novels are both thrilling and tantalizing.” —Vince Flynn “Engrossing. . . . Will give you chills.”— USA Today "Lincoln Child has a well-earned reputation for writing solid thrillers." — Tampa Tribune "Child whips up a tasty thriller.”— St. Louis Post-Dispatch Informationen zum Autor Lincoln Child Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • In this riveting, high-octane thriller, an ancient creature is inadvertently released to wreak havoc on the inhabitants of a desolate arctic landscape. Alaska's Federal Wilderness Zone is one of the most dangerous and inhospitable places on Earth. For paleoecologist Evan Marshall, an expedition to the Zone offers an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study the mounting effects of climate change. But once there, Marshall and his intrepid team make an astonishing discovery: an enormous prehistoric animal encased in solid ice. Despite repeated warnings from the local village, and Marshall's own mounting concern, the expedition sponsors want the creature cut from the ice, thawed, and revealed on a live television spectacular…But then the creature disappears and an unspeakable horror is unleashed. Don't miss Lincoln Child's new thriller, Chrysalis! 1 "Hey, Evan. Lunch?" Evan Marshall put the ziplock bag aside and stood up, massaging his lower back. He'd spent the last ninety minutes with his face inches above the ground, collecting samples from the glacial sediment, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. The voice had been Sully's, and now Marshall made him out: a squat, slightly portly figure in a fur-lined parka, standing, arms crossed, thirty yards up the steep valley. Behind him rose the terminal tongue of the Fear glacier, a rich, mysterious blue riddled with white fracture lines. Large ice boulders lay scattered along its base like so many monstrous diamonds, along with daggerlike shards of ancient lava. Marshall opened his mouth to warn Sully against standing so close: the glacier was as dangerous as it was pretty, since the weather had turned warmer and the ice front was calving off deadly chunks at an unprecedented rate. Then he thought better of it. Gerard Sully was proud of his position as nominal leader and didn't like being told what to do. Instead, Marshall just shook his head. "I think I'll pass, thanks." "Suit yourself." Sully turned toward Wright Faraday, the party's evolutionary biologist, who was busying himself a little downslope. "How's about it, Wright?" Faraday glanced up, watery blue eyes oddly magnified behind tortoiseshell frames. A digital camera dangled from a heavy strap around his neck. "Not me," he said with a frown, as if the thought of stopping to eat in the middle of a workday was somehow heretical. "Starve yourselves if you want to. Just don't ask me to bring anything back." "Not even a Popsicle?" asked Marshall. Sully smiled thinly. He was about as short as Napoleon, and radiated a combination of egotism and insecurity that Marshall found especially annoying. He'd been able to put up with it back at the university, where Sully was just one arrogant scientist among many, but up here on the ice--with nowhere to escape--it had grown irksome. Perhaps, he reflected, he should be relieved that their expedition had only a few weeks to play out. "You look tired," Sully said. "Out walking again last night?" Marshall nodded. "You'd better be careful. You might fall into a lava tube and freeze to death." "All right, Mom. I'll be careful." "Or run into a polar bear, or something." "That's all right. I'm starved for some good conversation." "It's no joke, you refusing to carry a gun and all." Marshall didn't like the direction this was leading. "Look, if you run into Ang, tell ...
