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From the UBU507 Library

The F.B.I. gave John Benson the green light to start his race against time — and murder. The going was slow. There were many unavoidable detours. Especially a certain streamlined chassis with her own brand of anti-freeze. First printing–October, 1961

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Operation Starvation (Killmaster) (Award Books #A197F)

1968

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They don’t make ’em like this any more!

Blood Raid (Killmaster) Nick Carter Published by Ace Books (1987)

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Book Jackets: Wide Eyed Women Edition

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The Red Skull [1908]

Here in the bowels of the earth, under the bed of the ocean, in almost complete darkness, and with a raving madmen and murderer struggling with another criminal — the position was enough to unsettle the sanest human being. — … Continue reading

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Food for thought….

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In Plain Sight, Kathryn Casey. William Morrow, $7.99.

Kathryn Casey is America’s greatest living True Crime writer, period. The reason for this is simple — Casey has a firm grasp of the most important ingredients for any writing, fiction or non. First and foremost is character, and her … Continue reading

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Astral Weeks: A Secret History of 1968 by Ryan H. Walsh

This isn’t really a review, it’s more like a rave. I just finished Astral Weeks: A Secret History of 1968 by Ryan H. Walsh, and it’s already one of my favorite books of all time, the kind I buy multiple … Continue reading

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Mignon Eberhart: Forgotten Titan

She knew that something was happening in the house. To me that line, the first one from 1944’s Escape the Night, is probably the ultimate Mignon Eberhart sentence. Eberhart, little remembered today, was once called “America’s Agatha Christie,” and wrote … Continue reading

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