{"product_id":"fast-ice-isbn-9780593348345","title":"Fast Ice","description":"\u003cb\u003eKurt Austin races to Antarctica to stop a chilling plot that imperils the entire planet in the latest novel from the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e-bestselling Grand Master of Adventure.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the early days of World War II, the infamous German Luftwaffe embark upon an expedition to Antarctica, hoping to set up a military base to support their goal of world domination. Though the military outpost never comes to fruition, what the Nazis find on the icy continent indeed proves dangerous...and will have implications far into the future. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the present day, Kurt Austin and his assistant Joe Zavala embark for the freezing edge of the world after a former NUMA colleague disappears in Antarctica. While there, they discover a photo of the Luftwaffe expedition of 1939, and are drawn into a decades-old conspiracy. Even as they confront perilous waters and frigid temperatures, they are also are up against a terrifying man-made weapon--a fast-growing ice that could usher in a new Ice Age.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePitted against a determined madman and a monstrous storm, Kurt and the NUMA team must unravel the Nazi-era plot in order to save the globe from a freeze that would bury it once and for all.“Gripping… This is another classic Cussler action thriller.”\u003cb\u003e--\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“The pace never slows, and the villains are extra nasty in this entry that delivers what readers expect when they see Cussler's name on the cover. Cussler, who died in 2020, and frequent cowriter Brown convey marine biology's complexities in a way that makes it believable and understandable. Grab a comfy chair and plan to read all night.”--\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The adrenaline junkie reader will love this and all Cussler’s books.”--\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eMystery and Scene\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eClive Cussler\u003c\/b\u003e was the author of more than seventy books in five bestselling series, including Dirk Pitt, NUMA Files, \u003ci\u003eOregon \u003c\/i\u003eFiles, Isaac Bell, and Sam and Remi Fargo. His life nearly paralleled that of his hero Dirk Pitt. Whether searching for lost aircraft or leading expeditions to find famous shipwrecks, he and his NUMA crew of volunteers discovered and surveyed more than seventy-five lost ships of historic significance, including the long-lost Confederate submarine \u003ci\u003eHunley\u003c\/i\u003e, which was raised in 2000 with much publicity. Like Pitt, Cussler collected classic automobiles. His collection featured more than one hundred examples of custom coachwork. Cussler passed away in February 2020.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGraham Brown\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eBlack Rain\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eBlack Sun\u003c\/i\u003e, and the coauthor with Cussler of \u003ci\u003eDevil's Gate, The Storm, Zero Hour, Ghost Ship, The Pharaoh's Secret\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNighthawk\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Rising Sea\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eSea of Greed\u003c\/i\u003e. He is a pilot and an attorney.\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eResearch vessel Grishka\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNorth of the Antarctic coast\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe present day\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe polar research vessel Grishka moved cautiously through the Southern Ocean a hundred miles from the coast of Antarctica. The ten-thousand-ton ship had a gray hull, a reinforced bow and a five-story superstructure painted a faded shade of international orange. She was three hundred feet in length but looked tiny when compared to the mountainous icebergs surrounding her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSome of those icebergs were flat and broad, tabletop monoliths the size of cities. Others were towering peaks, their Matterhorn-like shapes sculpted by the wind and waves into arrangements as different as they were remarkable. And yet among all the giants, it was the much smaller type of iceberg that threatened the Grishka.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom her position on the bridge, Cora Emmerson gazed through binoculars, scanning the water for automobile-sized chunks of ice that floated low and were almost invisible.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Growlers dead ahead,\" she warned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUnlike sea ice, which the Grishka could plow through, or the enormous icebergs, which were easy to spot and avoid, growlers were hard to see and could be deadly. They varied in size and shape and could weigh thirty tons or more. Worse yet, they were often angular instead of smooth-sided, resulting in a tendency to puncture a ship's hull rather than glancing harmlessly off it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"We've got another set off the port bow,\" Cora warned. \"Five degrees to starboard and we'll clear them all.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe captain of the ship, Alec Laskey, made the turn without questioning. Cora had been at his side on the journey down to Antarctica and had barely left the bridge since they began traveling north twelve hours before.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe had remarkable stamina, he thought. And a keen eye. \"I'm certain you must have been a sailor in a former life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I can neither confirm nor deny that rumor,\" Cora said, \"but I've been doing Antarctic research for years now. This is my seventh trip to the continent. And, before that, I worked for the American nautical agency NUMA. It would be a shame if I hadn't picked up something along the way.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I'd say you picked up a few things,\" Laskey replied. \"You're vigilant.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYes, she thought. And I have reason to be.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter months of searching, Cora's expedition had discovered something both unique and dangerous. If she was right, it had the potential to alter the world. In the right hands it could be a salve for the damaged planet, but in the wrong hands it could be turned into a weapon. Regardless of its use, there were those who would prefer such a discovery had never been made at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhether it was paranoia or an overactive sixth sense, Cora had felt they were being tracked even before the discovery. Getting off the ice and aboard the Grishka had eased that fear. Until they reached Cape Town, however, she wouldn't feel safe.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"New heading established,\" the captain said. \"Are we clear?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora swung the binoculars back toward the growlers. They rose and fell as the bow wave of the ship passed, jostling against one another. A foam of bubbles appeared as one of the miniature icebergs rolled over, disappeared briefly and then bobbed to the surface with a different side pointed skyward.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Ice has been cleared and is falling behind us,\" she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora watched the growlers and then turned her attention to the path ahead. What had once looked wide open now appeared less so. A mile in front of them, a midsize iceberg-larger than the Grishka but smaller than the mountains of ice in the distance-was moving into their path.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe iceberg was an odd shape. But, then, no two were ever alike. It had a flat top, like the city-sized bergs that broke off from the glaciers, but its nearest end was sharply angled. Small peaks rose from various parts.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe ice itself was an odd color. Instead of pure white or a ghostly blue, this one looked jaundiced, as if it had been dusted with volcanic ash.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Is there a current here?\" Cora asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"West wind drift,\" Laskey said. \"Just like everywhere else around Antarctica.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"But nothing locally?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Not that I know of.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Then why is that iceberg tracking east instead of west?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLaskey glanced toward the encroaching iceberg. \"Optical illusion.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I don't think so.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe captain seemed unconcerned but motioned toward an old cathode-ray screen. \"Check the radar.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora moved to the ship's rudimentary radarscope. It was an ancient device, with lines burned into the screen that remained there even when the unit was switched off. She set it to tracking mode and waited for the information to appear. After a dozen sweeps, it confirmed what her eyes were telling her. \"That berg is moving southeast at a speed of four knots.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Wind?\" Laskey asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora checked the ship's anemometer. It registered five knots, coming from due north. A quick check of the pennant on the bow confirmed this. \"Perhaps the back side of the iceberg is oddly shaped. It might be catching the breeze and acting like a sail.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow the captain grew concerned. He cut the throttle and the Grishka settled and slowed to a crawl. \"Too dangerous to try rounding it,\" he said. \"God knows what's hidden under the surface. We'll stop here and wait for it to pass.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut the iceberg didn't pass. Whatever combination of currents and wind were moving it, the floating monolith lost its eastward momentum and began to move due southward, directly toward the Grishka.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora felt her chest tightening. \"It's coming toward us.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Impossible,\" Laskey said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Look for yourself.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe didn't bother. He cut the throttle to full stop and then placed it into the reverse position at quarter speed. The old ship responded slowly, shuddering and seeming to rest before it finally started to withdraw.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You're taking us back into the pack ice?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Better than getting too close to this one,\" the captain said. \"It could rupture our hull with the slightest impact. It could crush us if it tumbled.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Grishka picked up momentum, putting some space between itself and the encroaching iceberg. But it wasn't long before a grinding reverberated through the hull.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLaskey stopped the engines. \"Those would be the growlers,\" he said. \"Must have drawn them into our wake when we passed. I need eyes at the stern if we're going to keep moving.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I'll go,\" Cora said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePicking up a handheld radio, she left the bridge. She took a ladder down five levels to the main deck and then went aft. She passed no one, as it was early morning and most of the crew were asleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStopping near the aft hatchway, she grabbed a heavy parka from a storage locker. Slipping it over her shoulders and zipping it up, she pushed out into the elements.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe bitter cold hit her instantly, the wind stinging her face and hands. She pulled the fur-fringed hood up around her face and slipped her free hand into a pocket.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith the radio in the other hand, she crossed the helicopter pad, where the expedition's EC130 was tied down. The helicopter's windows were frosted over but its rotors were covered by specially heated sleeves.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePassing the landing pad, she reached the stern, where a pair of large winch housings stood. Moving between them, she glanced over the aft rail.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo her surprise, they were already moving backward and picking up speed. Deep baritone reverberations told her they were ramming small chunks of ice with the stern's blunt end.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe nearest sections of ice were not too threatening, but larger growlers lay directly in their path.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe brought the radio to her mouth and pressed transmit. \"White ice directly astern, Captain. At least three separate chunks. I wouldn't take them straight on. The last thing we need is a damaged prop or rudder.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe propellers continued churning, the ship vibrating as it picked up momentum.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora pressed the talk button again. \"Captain, did you hear me?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe ship's horn blared, sounding three times, to announce a collision warning. The captain's voice came over the loudspeaker. \"Brace for impact. All hands, brace for impact.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith the hood surrounding her face, Cora had zero peripheral vision. She spun around, shocked to discover a shadow looming over the ship as a wall of ice approached from just off the starboard bow. It was closing rapidly despite the Grishka's momentum. It hit the ship with a glancing, angled impact.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Grishka rolled with the blow, heeling over fifteen degrees. The iceberg slid along the side of the hull, dumping thousands of pounds of dirty snow onto the deck.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora was knocked off her feet, hitting the deck beside the nearest winch housing. She dropped the radio and grasped her ribs, which had taken the brunt of the blow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe grinding sound of ice on steel peaked and then subsided as the Grishka and the iceberg became locked together and moved as one until their momentum faded. The engines cut out. The ship rolled back to level and more snow and ice tumbled onto the deck.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe moment struck Cora as surreal. Instead of the ship hitting the iceberg, the iceberg had struck the ship. Then an even stranger sight followed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll at once, a half-dozen ropes were thrown over the tip of the iceberg. They unfurled in midair, dropping and hitting the deck of the Grishka with dull thuds.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore the ropes even landed, men in winter camouflage began rappelling down them. Cora saw assault rifles strapped to their backs, knives in sheaths strapped to their legs. They wore white hoods and goggles. They hit the deck in rapid succession, fanning out, while reinforcements dropped in behind them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora knew instantly what was happening. She snatched the radio from the deck and tried to warn the captain, but gunfire broke out before she could make the call.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDucking behind the winch housing in horror, she called out. \"Captain, we're being boarded,\" she warned. \"Men with guns are on the aft deck. They came from the-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMore gunfire drowned out her words. The captain's voice came next. \"They're on the bow as well,\" he replied over the radio. \"Take cover, I'm calling for-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe staccato sound of machine gun fire came through the radio and the transmission cut out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCora stifled a scream and looked around. Shouting and screams erupted. The muted thumping of small-arms fire rose from inside the ship and the decks beneath.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe considered any possible avenue of resistance. With no weapons of any consequence to fight back with, the best she could hope for was grabbing a fire ax and charging into the fray.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBefore she could move, a member of the Grishka's science team stumbled out of the aft hatchway. He ran toward the helicopter but never reached it. A sniper perched on the edge of the iceberg shot him down with merciless accuracy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnother colleague came running out seconds later, fleeing whatever carnage was going on inside the ship. He ran for the stern, heading directly for the spot where Cora was hiding.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Get down,\" Cora shouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe crack of a rifle sounded and the man's body jerked forward and tumbled to the deck ten feet from where Cora hid. He lay prone but looked up directly at her. He saw her preparing to help and shook his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was too late to hold back. Cora was acting on instinct now. She lunged forward, grabbed him by the arm and pulled with all her strength.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe dragged him halfway before the sniper fired again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe bullet crossed the deck at three thousand feet per second. It flew on a nearly straight line, slightly affected by the wind and diverted microscopically by the rolling motion of the ship, which was still caught in the embrace of the iceberg.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe combination was enough to push the bullet a half inch off target.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt hit the back of Cora's hood, blasting goose feathers, fabric, fur and blood into the air. Cora fell like a sack of flour, landing facedown on the body of her dying friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe lay there not moving, her head covered with the remnants of the hood, its tattered white fabric soaked with a growing stain of crimson blood.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eUp on the precipice of the iceberg, the sniper studied the results of his efforts.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA spotter beside him did the same. \"Headshot,\" he said. \"That's two kills.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sniper nodded and scratched a pair of marks into the stock of the rifle. They joined a dozen other scratches, some old, some new.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith the deck cleared and his kills marked, the sniper picked up a radio and sent a message to the commandos. \"Aft deck clear,\" he told them. \"What's the status inside?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Bridge cleared,\" a voice replied. \"No resistance from crew. Looks like most of them were already put down. We're down in the vault now. Be advised there's a significant amount of material here. This is going to take a while.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe sniper nodded. He'd been told to expect as much. \"Begin bringing it up. And be quick about it. We need to set the charges and send this ship to the bottom before anyone knows we're here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBlinding pain filled Cora's body to every extremity. No, not pain, she realized, but the utter lack of sensation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe opened her eyes and saw nothing but a dark, blurred image of the deck beneath her. She tried to move. It took great effort and felt tremendously clumsy, but eventually she twisted her body into a more natural position and managed to sit up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a moment, that seemed like a drastic mistake. Her head throbbed like a drum, her eyes went blind and she felt as if she were about to throw up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShutting her eyes and allowing the cold air to caress her face helped. She sat completely still as one by one her senses came back online.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFirst, she heard the wind whistling through the ice-covered wires and then she felt the reverberation of the ship's engines. 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