Blasphemy: A Novel (Wyman Ford Series)
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In Douglas Preston's Blasphemy, the world's biggest supercollider, locked in an Arizona mountain, was built to reveal the secrets of the very moment of creation: the Big Bang itself.
The Torus is the most expensive machine ever created by humankind, run by the world's most powerful supercomputer. It is the brainchild of Nobel Laureate William North Hazelius. Will the Torus divulge the mysteries of the creation of the universe? Or will it, as some predict, suck the earth into a mini black hole? Or is the Torus a Satanic attempt, as a powerful televangelist decries, to challenge God Almighty on the very throne of Heaven?
Twelve scientists under the leadership of Hazelius are sent to the remote mountain to turn it on, and what they discover must be hidden from the world at all costs. Wyman Ford, ex-monk and CIA operative, is tapped to wrest their secret, a secret that will either destroy the world…or save it.
The countdown begins…
The wire detonated thousands of sparks and the line recoiled, like a spitting rattler hit with rocksalt. Another roar of approval. A third blast. This time a massive spray of fire spewed across the darkness. The line parted with a deep thrumming twang that seemed to vibrate the air, the cut end falling like a slow-motion whip, dribbling fire, coiling down into the crowds below. It struck with a series of booms and flashes of light and smoke, throwing people violently aside, setting off a
“We can’t stay down here! The whole mountain’s on fire! We’ve got to get out!” “I saw a way up top back there,” said the man called Frost. “A drift-shaft was opened up in the explosion. I could see the moon at the tunnel’s end.” “Lead the way,” said Eddy. Armed men shoved and prodded them with guns through dark, dust-choked tunnels. Two of Eddy’s followers hauled the unconscious Hazelius by the armpits. Moving through the murk, they crossed another massive stope. The lights played through the
given in on the hair, but when her mother began hinting that Ford would make an ideal American husband, it made her look all the harder for flaws. It occurred to Ford what the new hairstyle must mean. “Your mother?” “She passed away four years ago.” “I’m sorry.” A pause. “Going for a ride?” Kate asked. “I was thinking about it.” “I didn’t know you knew how to ride.” “I spent a summer at a dude ranch when I was ten.” “In that case, I wouldn’t advise riding Snort.” She nodded to the paint.
work. They saw him walking down the mission road—and then he seems to have disappeared.” Eddy let a beat pass. “Well, I never saw him. I mean, I saw him in the morning, but he left around noon or maybe before and I haven’t seen him here since. He was supposed to be working for me, but…” “Hot out here today, eh?” Bia turned and grinned at Eddy, and glanced toward the trailer. “Can I talk you into a cup of coffee?” Bia asked. “Of course.” Bia followed Eddy into the kitchen and sat down at the
man’s insight. “Better to let them do their thing. I’ll keep an eye on them—discreetly.” “Thank you.” Bia nodded and leaned forward. “Long as you’re here, mind if I ask a question or two?” “Shoot away,” said Ford. “This Peter Volkonsky—did he get along with everyone?” Kate answered. “Mostly.” “No personality clashes? Disagreements?” “He was a little high-strung, but we were cool with that.” “Was he an important member of the team?” “One of the most important.” Bia tugged on his hat.