Reader rating 17+
A fantasy/scifi novel about a journalist's battle against CIA conspiracy, demons and alchohol.
Journalist, Johnny Duncan, is given visions, which are a warning to the world to stop particle accelerator tests, which will open a portal to another dimension where Samael, the King of the Demons is being held. Johnny is unable to prevent the tests, which go ahead in the Mojave Desert and destroy the Hoover Dam. He eventually finds out that he is dealing with Remote Viewers, one of whom is hell-bent on the destruction of the USA.
Also by Graeme Winton on obooko:
Author's Website : www.graemewinton.co.uk
A light snow had just started to fall as the black, bullet-proof Mercedes carrying Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler left the autobahn, which flowed out of Bavaria into Austria. The car followed a country road for a kilometre and then stopped briefly as the driver instructed two guards, in winter overcoats, to open a wire mesh gate with barbed wire on top. The gate was the only break in a fence that stretched into the distance on either side.
After a kilometre and a half of treacherous driving along a narrow road with snow-covered trees on either side they arrived at a checkpoint where three guards, also dressed in winter overcoats, stood behind a yellow barrier, which straddled the road. They froze to attention when they realised who was in the car. A sergeant left the green wooden guard’s hut and marched swiftly to the waiting vehicle.
“Heil, mein Fuhrer!” He barked, while saluting, after briefly looking in the car. He then signalled the guards to raise the barrier.
As the Mercedes drove slowly past the saluting guards Hitler turned to Himmler, and said: “I hope the money is being spent well here Heinrich.”
“Yes mein Fuhrer,” replied the small, bespectacled man, as he shifted uncomfortably on the seat.
They drove past green military trucks, which had black crosses with white outlines on the doors, and then turned sharp right toward a cliff face, which had been blasted out of the side of a mountain. The Mercedes pulled up in front of two green metal doors where two men in white lab coats waited. The driver jumped out and opened the rear door to allow the two Nazi leaders out.
“This is Doctor Teubert mein Fuhrer,” said Himmler as he stepped forward to introduce a tall, thin man with brown, wavy hair, “he is Director Heisenberg’s colleague.”
“Heil, mein Fuhrer!” Teubert said with a salute.
“Ah Doctor,” said Hitler. “What have you got here to show me?”
“Mein Fuhrer, as you know, we are in the process of building an underground laboratory and research area to aid in the development of the atomic bomb for the Third Reich.”
“Yes Herr Doctor.”
A guard pulled open one of the doors, and the group of men walked into the interior of the mountain. The gaping mouth of a large metal tube greeted them to their left and then ran into the distant darkness. There were cables and wooden crates lying everywhere. Men in dark, blue overalls were busily rotating spanners and turning screwdrivers.