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Firefly - Softcover

Book 1 of 3: Paul Samson

Porter, Henry

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Synopsis

"Firefly proves once again that . . . British espionage fiction is the best in the world, and Porter is part of the reason why." ―Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author

From the refugee camps of Greece to the mountains of Macedonia, a thirteen-year-old boy is making his way to Germany and to safety. Codenamed "Firefly," he holds vital intelligence: unparalleled insight into a vicious ISIS terror cell, and details of their plans. But the terrorists are hot on his trail, determined he won't live to pass on the information.

When MI6 become aware of Firefly and what he knows, the race is on to find him. Paul Samson, ex-MI6 agent and now private eye, finds himself recruited to the cause. Fluent in Arabic thanks to his Lebanese heritage and himself the product of an earlier era of violent civil war, Samson's job is to find Firefly, win his trust, and get him to safety.

A devastatingly timely thriller following the refugee trail from Syria to Europe, Firefly is a sophisticated, breathtaking race against time from an author who brings a whole new level of urgency to the genre.

"A classic chase thriller with an on-the-scenes look at the Syrian refugee crisis―it doesn't get more contemporary than this."—Joseph Kanon, New York Times bestselling author of The Accomplice

"A welcome return . . . Firefly seems ripped from the headlines and is both timely and terrific."—Mick Herron, CWA Gold Dagger Award-winning author of Joe Country

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About the Author

Henry Porter is the UK editor of Vanity Fair and writes about European power and politics for the Hive. He has written five internationally bestselling thrillers, including Brandenburg Gate, which won the CWA Ian Fleming Steel Dagger, and The Bell Ringers, which was also nominated for the award.

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His head went under. Seawater filled his nose and mouth; his eyes opened and he saw the black depths of the ocean below him. A moment later something knocked his legs – maybe part of the wreckage, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he was going to die. Then it came again. This time there was a distinct shove on his buttocks and whatever it was that moved with such intent beneath him lifted him up so his head and shoulders came out of the water and he was able to grab a plastic toggle on the section of the rubber craft that was still inflated.

He clung to the toggle and retched and blinked and blinked again.

The sea was very strange to the boy, with its violence and the salty water that stung his eyes and the gash on his head that had been made with the handle of a gun by one of the men when they were being herded onto the raft. He rubbed his eyes with the knuckle of his free hand and cast around. There was nothing to see in the dawn, not even the shadow of the coast they’d spotted a few minutes before the boat had begun to sink.

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