Icebound: A Novel
Dean Koontz
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0345533364
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The arctic night is endless. The fear is numbing. Screams freeze in the throat. Death arrives in shades of white. And cold-blooded murder seems right at home.
Conducting a strange and urgent experiment on the Arctic icefield, a team of scientists has planted sixty powerful explosive charges that will detonate at midnight. Before they can withdraw to the safety of their base camp, a shattering tidal wave breaks loose the ice on which they are working. Now they are hopelessly marooned on an iceberg during a violent winter storm. The bombs beneath them are buried irretrievably deep . . . and ticking. And they discover that one of them is an assassin with a mission of his own.
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Correspondence to the author should be addressed to: Dean Koontz P. O. Box 9529 Newport Beach, CA 92658 ICEBOUND A Bantam Book PUBLISHING HISTORY Ballantine mass market edition published 1995 Bantam mass market edition / September 2000 All rights reserved. Copyright © 1995 by Dean R. Koontz Cover art copyright © 2000 by Franco Accornero Excerpt from Odd Apocalypse copyright © 2012 by Dean Koontz. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
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