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The Pacific was flat as hammered pewter, and Captain Daniel Mercer did not trust it.
Twenty-six years in the Navy had taught him that the ocean never gave anything away for free. Calm water meant something was coming, or something was hiding, or the sea was simply biding its time. He stood at the bridge windows of the USS Benjamin Franklin with a mug of black coffee going cold in his hand and watched the horizon the way a farmer watches the sky in tornado season.
Four hundred and twenty miles north of Oahu. Day nine of Exercise Pacific Trident. The spring of 2031 had been quiet, and the brass in Pearl had wanted it to stay that way, which was why one hundred thousand tons of nuclear-powered American steel was steaming in slow circles across an empty stretch of ocean, launching jets at imaginary enemies.
"Captain." Lieutenant Kevin Shaw, the officer of the deck, stepped up beside him. Shaw was thirty, sharp, and wore the faint permanent squint of a man who'd spent too many hours staring at radar screens. "Weather's asking for you. Aerographer's mate says she's got something odd."
"Odd how?"
"She wouldn't say on the phone, sir. Said you'd want to see it yourself."
Mercer set the mug down on the ledge beneath the window. Below him, the flight deck stretched more than a thousand feet toward the bow, gray and scarred and crawling with sailors in colored jerseys. Yellow shirts directing traffic. Purple shirts dragging fuel hoses. Red shirts wheeling missiles on hydraulic carts. It looked like chaos to anyone who didn't understand it. To Mercer it looked like a symphony.
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M.J. Johansen writes across horror, science fiction, thriller, and literary fiction, with a focus
on high-concept premises and accessible, atmospheric prose. All Hallows Eve joins a
growing catalog of genre fiction exploring the ordinary and extraordinary collision of small
M.J. Johansen is a horror and thriller author known for fast-paced, character-driven fiction that finds the darkness hiding inside ordinary institutions - hospitals, small towns, families. Johansen's catalog spans supernatural horror, literary fiction, sci-fi, and historical adventure, including All Hallows Eve, My Guardian Angel, Unhallowed Ground, Widow's Hollow, Born a Genius, What Heaven Is Like, and The Fate of the Fancy. Doctor Death is Johansen's first foray into medical thriller territory, drawing on the real institutional chaos of the pandemic years to imagine how easily trust can be exploited when a system is stretched past its limits.
Johansen lives and writes in the United States and is currently at work on the next novel.
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The Pacific was flat as hammered pewter, and Captain Daniel Mercer did not trust it.Twenty-six years in the Navy had taught him that the ocean never gave anything away for free. Calm water meant something was coming, or something was hiding, or the sea was simply biding its time. He stood at the bridge windows of the USS Benjamin Franklin with a mug of black coffee going cold in his hand and watched the horizon the way a farmer watches the sky in tornado season.Four hundred and twenty miles north of Oahu. Day nine of Exercise Pacific Trident. The spring of 2031 had been quiet, and the brass in Pearl had wanted it to stay that way, which was why one hundred thousand tons of nuclear-powered American steel was steaming in slow circles across an empty stretch of ocean, launching jets at imaginary enemies."Captain." Lieutenant Kevin Shaw, the officer of the deck, stepped up beside him. Shaw was thirty, sharp, and wore the faint permanent squint of a man who'd spent too many hours staring at radar screens. "Weather's asking for you. Aerographer's mate says she's got something odd.""Odd how?""She wouldn't say on the phone, sir. Said you'd want to see it yourself."Mercer set the mug down on the ledge beneath the window. Below him, the flight deck stretched more than a thousand feet toward the bow, gray and scarred and crawling with sailors in colored jerseys. Yellow shirts directing traffic. Purple shirts dragging fuel hoses. Red shirts wheeling missiles on hydraulic carts. It looked like chaos to anyone who didn't understand it. To Mercer it looked like a symphony. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798237674804
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Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The Pacific was flat as hammered pewter, and Captain Daniel Mercer did not trust it.Twenty-six years in the Navy had taught him that the ocean never gave anything away for free. Calm water meant something was coming, or something was hiding, or the sea was simply biding its time. He stood at the bridge windows of the USS Benjamin Franklin with a mug of black coffee going cold in his hand and watched the horizon the way a farmer watches the sky in tornado season.Four hundred and twenty miles north of Oahu. Day nine of Exercise Pacific Trident. The spring of 2031 had been quiet, and the brass in Pearl had wanted it to stay that way, which was why one hundred thousand tons of nuclear-powered American steel was steaming in slow circles across an empty stretch of ocean, launching jets at imaginary enemies."Captain." Lieutenant Kevin Shaw, the officer of the deck, stepped up beside him. Shaw was thirty, sharp, and wore the faint permanent squint of a man who'd spent too many hours staring at radar screens. "Weather's asking for you. Aerographer's mate says she's got something odd.""Odd how?""She wouldn't say on the phone, sir. Said you'd want to see it yourself."Mercer set the mug down on the ledge beneath the window. Below him, the flight deck stretched more than a thousand feet toward the bow, gray and scarred and crawling with sailors in colored jerseys. Yellow shirts directing traffic. Purple shirts dragging fuel hoses. Red shirts wheeling missiles on hydraulic carts. It looked like chaos to anyone who didn't understand it. To Mercer it looked like a symphony. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9798237674804
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Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The Pacific was flat as hammered pewter, and Captain Daniel Mercer did not trust it.Twenty-six years in the Navy had taught him that the ocean never gave anything away for free. Calm water meant something was coming, or something was hiding, or the sea was simply biding its time. He stood at the bridge windows of the USS Benjamin Franklin with a mug of black coffee going cold in his hand and watched the horizon the way a farmer watches the sky in tornado season.Four hundred and twenty miles north of Oahu. Day nine of Exercise Pacific Trident. The spring of 2031 had been quiet, and the brass in Pearl had wanted it to stay that way, which was why one hundred thousand tons of nuclear-powered American steel was steaming in slow circles across an empty stretch of ocean, launching jets at imaginary enemies.'Captain.' Lieutenant Kevin Shaw, the officer of the deck, stepped up beside him. Shaw was thirty, sharp, and wore the faint permanent squint of a man who'd spent too many hours staring at radar screens. 'Weather's asking for you. Aerographer's mate says she's got something odd.''Odd how ''She wouldn't say on the phone, sir. Said you'd want to see it yourself.'Mercer set the mug down on the ledge beneath the window. Below him, the flight deck stretched more than a thousand feet toward the bow, gray and scarred and crawling with sailors in colored jerseys. Yellow shirts directing traffic. Purple shirts dragging fuel hoses. Red shirts wheeling missiles on hydraulic carts. It looked like chaos to anyone who didn't understand it. To Mercer it looked like a symphony. Seller Inventory # 9798237674804
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