I. J. Sarfeh

In the Name of Islam (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Held captive at an isolated farmhouse, Dr. Morgan Reese is forced at gunpoint to perform surgery on an Afghan calling himself the Holy Imam. Thus begins the battle of wits between Reese and the Imam. Caught in the crossfire is the Imam's nurse, Miriam, an Iranian-American and devout Moslem.

Reese soon suspects that the Imam is in America for reasons other than his health. The Imam's bodyguards repeatedly talk of a deadline: September 13. Suspecting a terrorist attack is planned on that day, Reese must thwart it. He will need Miriam's help, but can he trust her?

Racing against time, he finds clues that could reveal the Imam's plot: a missing Koran, the final words of a dying man, and a cryptogram. But the grand plan remains elusiveonly the Imam knows it.

In the makeshift operating room, Reese confronts the Imam. He knows only one of them will survive.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: foremost
• Erscheinungstermin: 22. Dezember 2009
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781936154272
• Artikelnr.: 48197835

Autorenporträt

I've lived among four completely different cultures: Persian, Russian, British, and American. Confusing as hell. So in my late teens and early twenties, I kicked around looking for my place in the world. From yearning to be a professional athlete to a guitarist to an all-around loafer, I finally settled on surgery. Of course, that came as a shock to my parents, who had long given up hope of me doing anything useful with my life. Somehow I managed a successful career as a university surgeon. I belong to numerous medical and scientific organizations, have published extensively in the medical literature, and received numerous awards for excellence in teaching. But most rewarding of all, I alleviated a lot of suffering.

But there was another mountain to climb: fiction writing. Why? I used to tell stories to my three kids before tucking them in bed. Based on my speckled background, those were ad-lib tales, never-ending cliffhangers, that did anything but put the little imps to sleep. Probably prodded by my loving wife, in their later years the children kept asking me why I didn't write novels. So I did.