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Deep beneath the Ural Mountains, in an underground city carved out by slave labor during the darkest hours of the Cold War, ancient caverns hold exotic and dangerous life-forms that have evolved in isolation for countless millennia. Cut off from the surface world, an entire ecosystem of bizarre subterranean species has survived undetected—until now.
Biologists Nell and Geoffrey Binswanger barely survived their last encounter with terrifying, invasive creatures that threatened to engulf the planet. They think the danger is over until a ruthless Russian tycoon lures them to his underground metropolis, where they find themselves confronted by a vicious menagerie of biological horrors from their past—and by entirely new breeds of voracious predators. Now they're rising up from the bowels of the Earth to consume the world as we know it.
USA Today praised Warren Fahy's debut novel, Fragment, as "a rollicking tale [that] will enthrall readers of Jurassic Park and The Ruins." Now Fahy sets off an even more thrilling stampede of action and suspense, bursting forth from the hellish depths of...Pandemonium.
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- Sales Rank: #307589 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-03-19
- Released on: 2013-03-19
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
“Warren Fahy's Pandemonium is pure genius, an otherworldly wonder as creative as the best of Jules Verne. Here is riveting scientific speculation paired with bravado storytelling. I want more!” ―James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of Bloodline
“What do you get when you cross Jurassic Park with an ancient underground city? The answer is Pandemonium, an exciting read from thriller author Warren Fahy.” ―Steve Alten, New York Times bestselling author of Meg and The Loch
“Warren Fahy's new novel Pandemonium is probably the best high-tech thriller I've read since The Mote in God's Eye. My heart was pounding (literally) from page one. Can't wait for his next tale.” ―David Hagberg, New York Times bestselling author of Castro's Daughter
“An expertly crafted, heart-stopping tale of darkness and danger that I will not soon forget.” ―Whitley Strieber, New York Times bestselling author of The Grays
About the Author
WARREN FAHY has been a bookseller, editor, and a lead writer for Rockstar Games's Red Dead Revolver and WowWee Robotics. He is the author of Fragment (nominated for a BSFA and an International Thriller Award) and other works. He currently resides in San Diego, California.
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JANUARY 28
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12:02 P.M.
“Po�khali!” bellowed Taras Demochev, Guard No. 114 of Corrective Labor Camp No. 479. He pushed through the men in the tunnel as he walked beside a mining car carrying a load of blasting powder. “Why aren’t we moving?”
For nine days, prisoners had struggled with faulty pneumatic jackhammers and pickaxes to widen the last fifty yards of the tunnel so that a newly arrived boring machine could gnaw through a stubborn layer of dolomite. Tethered by straining cables a hundred yards up the grade behind Taras, the borer steamed like a locomotive on wide-gauge rails.
Taras barely regarded the half-starved prisoners clogging the tunnel ahead, casting them aside like scarecrows as he bulled forward. The wretched convicts, even the ones in their twenties, were already dokhodyaga, “goners,” buying their last hours of life by digging their own graves. “Move your asses!” Taras yelled. “Out of my way!”
A young subordinate guard rushed to meet him.
“What’s the holdup, Yvgeny?”
“Some zeks fell out of the airshaft.”
As the men parted before him, Taras saw five men sprawled on the ground under a hole in the ceiling twenty yards ahead. He had sent the men up that morning to continue drilling the ventilation shaft. Their heavy pneumatic drills had battered and mangled them on the way down, and the men lay tangled under the heavy equipment and hoses in a pitiful heap. Taras strode forward and fired his revolver into the groaning pile, shocking the younger guard. Many of the prisoners doubled over at the earsplitting gunshot, though most could not hear.
Since they had come under Taras’s command, none of these men officially existed anymore. Once they were sent to Corrective Labor Camp No. 479, their lives were erased. Sixty thousand ghosts labored in this ancient salt mine near the village of Gursk in the Kaziristani highlands. Criminals and lawyers, rapists and poets, murderers and doctors, all were now zeks to the guards. Like ants, they worked until they died and were carried away.
On the mountainside above, the zeks slept in rough wooden barracks slapped together with timber from the foothills of Mount Kazar. Each of their dormitories was the size of a double-wide trailer and housed 120 men by day and 120 by night. Hundreds of the ramshackle dormitories dotted the mountain slopes around the salt mine that, until now, had provided the nearby town’s sustenance for seven centuries. Since their new rulers confiscated the mine four years ago, the villagers of Gursk called the mine that once fed them, “Stalin’s Mouth.”
Over twenty thousand men had been swallowed by the mine. Convicts continuously arrived, but the camp’s population never grew. The townspeople rarely saw salt harvested these days. Instead, an endless stream of mining cars and conveyors disgorged a miniature mountain range of pulverized rock at the foot of the mountain.
More bewildering to the villagers was what they saw going into the mine. Endless shipments arrived by train and were taken by truck and mining car into the mountain—cement and ceiling fans, bricks and marble bathtubs, Persian rugs, alabaster pillars, terra-cotta tiles, bronze streetlamps, bicycles, beds, even baby carriages. Some whispered that they had seen crates of French champagne, beluga caviar, even ZIS-115 limousines straight from Automotive Factory No. 2 in Moscow, all fed into the mine’s mouth.
Taras fired another round at the hesitating prisoners, this time dropping one with a gut shot. “Get going!” he shouted at the rest. He had outlived 61 guards who came before him and 122 guards after. He knew he would be executed along with any convicts who tried to escape on his watch. This had never become a problem for him, since most of Taras’s zeks were dead after only a few weeks. His superiors did not complain about this. In fact, they began deliberately assigning certain prisoners to his detail, which Taras Demochev took as a compliment.
Taras waved away the smoke of his pistol, questioning his eyes: instead of running away from the bullets, this time the zeks were running toward him. A terror rehearsed in his dreams gripped him. He backed away, but as he turned to run, he noticed blue and green sparks gushing out of the unfinished ventilation shaft. An oval of light oozed from the hole and glided like a flashlight beam over the ceiling. Then it peeled from the roof and landed on the back of a screaming convict.
Taras decided to hold his ground. He fired his gun, and two men fell as the rest retreated. But one of the zeks leaped like a gazelle over his comrades’ heads, shrieking and soaring with superhuman force. He landed on all fours at Taras’s feet, his back covered by a glowing mass. The convict jackknifed upright, and as he recognized Taras, an expression of relief came over his face. Taras was horrified, having never provoked that response in a zek before.
The convict reached forward and clutched Taras’s arm. Two white ovals glided down the prisoner’s wrist, over Taras’s gun, and under the guard’s sleeve.
“Shit!” Taras yelled. He felt tongues fringed with needles sliding up his arm. Leeches! he thought. With urgent strength, the zek jerked the barrel of Taras’s pistol to his own forehead with pleading eyes. Taras obliged him, squeezing the trigger and blasting his head apart. Then he pulled himself away as the prisoner dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
Half a dozen glowing ovals were now sliding over the tunnel’s ceiling toward him. Hundreds of glowing red and yellow goblinlike creatures poured from the ventilation shaft onto the men. Taras turned and ran as the tunnel was filled with shrieks. “Let the Grinder go!” he screamed at the men in the tunnel up ahead.
Rising on all fours behind him, the dead zek leaped into the air.
Taras did not look back as he made it to the narrow-gauge rails beside the tunnel borer and shouted, “Cut it loose!”
As the dead zek landed on all fours in front of the hissing machine, Taras reached the far side and the convicts there uncoupled the cables, unleashing the machine’s two hundred tons of mass, which gathered a terrible momentum as it rumbled down the tracks.
Taras scratched at his chest as he charged up the tunnel, past laborers who were plastering and tiling the walls. “Out of my way!” Taras snarled, kicking them aside.
The boring machine accelerated as it mowed over miners and smashed into the mining cart that carried the blasting powder. Driving the cart like a warhead through a forest of flesh and bone, it finally crashed into the dolomite dead end of the tunnel and detonated its payload, rupturing the tunnel like a backfiring cannon.
6:39 P.M.
When the first inspection team arrived, the only human remains visible at the edge of the rubble were Taras Demochev’s hand, disembodied, still clutching his Tokarev pistol.
It was soon determined that it was more practical to cement over this tunnel and memorialize the loss of men with a plaque, and then try drilling in a different direction.
Guard No. 321 took the undamaged gun and pushed some gravel over Guard No. 114’s hand with his boot.
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Copyright � 2013 by Warren Fahy
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70 of 72 people found the following review helpful.
A great followup that blends speculative science with nonstop action and adventure!
By William Lorenz
*********SPOILER-FREE REVIEW************
The first book in the series, Fragment, presented a very unique and original storyline that dealt with an offshoot or "fragment" of evolution by explaining, through real science and speculation, what could happen if a land mass was isolated and allowed to evolve undisturbed for 500 million years. In Pandemonium, Warren Fahy brings us another untouched world deep in the Ural Mountains.
Pandemonium wastes no time jumping right back into the story from where the first book ended. A megalomaniac Russian oligarch has founded an underground city, but something is preventing the power from being turned on. Who does he enlist to help solve the problem but our favorite heroes from Fragment. Once the team is back together in the underground city, all hell, or shall we say "pandemonium", breaks loose.
While Fragment was heavy on the scientific explanations, while still packing a lot of action and adventure, the opposite can be said for Pandemonium. The science aspect is still there but the action has been ratcheted up several notches. The world building in Pandemonium is once again right up there with the complexity of Hender's Island. Warren Fahy builds a completely new ecosystem from the ground up and explains it in a way that makes sense, from the base of the food chain all the way up to the new and deadly apex predator.
My criticism for the novel is short. There were a couple minor errors dealing with timescale in the plot and an ambiguity about a certain characters "armor". These points, however, are so minor as to take nothing away from the broad scope of the novel and, I feel, should have been caught by the editor.
Pandemonium blends speculative science with action and adventure that will have you frantically turning pages until its over. Pandemonium could be read as a standalone novel, though I highly recommend you read Fragment first. While the novel comes to a satisfying conclusion, I can only hope that Warren Fahy has many other worlds to create and explore with the cast of characters he has developed. 4 and 1/2 stars out of 5.
18 of 18 people found the following review helpful.
Bring On PANDEMONIUM
By Caroline Lee
If you have read the previous reviews of PANDEMONIUM, you have a pretty good idea of the story and the places to which the reader will travel. But even with this previous knowledge of where or what you are about to encounter, allow yourself to feel all the wonder of the unknown, the anticipation, the awe of discovery, the humor and fright that comes from the pages of this book.
Fahy builds his scenes carefully and they are remarkably fun sometimes, and simply horrifying at others. I found myself chuckling and gasping from chapter to chapter. His undergound creation and its awesome features and creatures are unlike anything previously imagined.
In the final chapters, when all havoc has broken out with all of the species attempting to stay alive, I was holding my breath again and again. What was happening was sheer and unique creativity at work.
I have read FRAGMENT, the prequel to PANDEMONIUM, and although a few references to this previous work are mentioned, they were handled so clearly and briefly that they had no effect on the continuity of this story. It was necessary, of course, to explain to a new reader how the amazing sels came to be a part of this book.
Without FRAGMENT there would never have been PANDEMONIUM but, I, personally, enjoyed this book more than FRAGMENT.
22 of 23 people found the following review helpful.
It's Another World Down There
By Greig Beck
In Fragment, Fahy created an island, a sliver or fragment of a continent that broke way from the mainland hundreds of millions of years ago. Evolution had taken a twist and a turn and given us some of the most bizarre and fantastic creatures i had ever read about -- or so i thought.
Fahy turns his prodigious imagination to a massive cave system below the Ural Mountains, there another world has been discovered, and this one just as bizarre and deadly as Henders Island. What would happen if the two worlds collided? Could mankind ever hope to survive?
I loved this book, and can only hope there is more to come.
Greig Beck
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