Authors: Douglas Preston
Mount Dragon
“First rate entertainmentâ¦. Imagine a Michael Crichton-style thriller with immensely more detail paid to the level of writingâ¦. And yes, Preston and Child weave in plenty of soberly provocative discussion of the ethics of screwing around with human geneticsâ¦. First class storytellers and stimulating entertainers.”
âLocus
“
The Relic
is a straight thriller. That's like saying, however, that
Die Hard
was just another action adventure flick or that
Gone With the Wind
was just another Civil War film. Each stands as a superlative example of its type.”
âOrlando Sentinel
on
The Relic
“Better than anything the theoretically recombinant team of Michael Crichton and Peter Benchley could ever hope to achieve.”
âAlbuquerque Journal
on
The Relic
“
The Relic
satisfies the primal desire to be scared out of one's witsâ¦. The ending is a real bone-chilling shocker.”
âExpress Books
on
The Relic
A NOVEL
OUGLAS
P
RESTON
& L
INCOLN
C
HILD
A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK
NEW YORK
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Mount Dragon
is a work of fiction. The GeneDyne corporation, the Foundation for Genetic Policy, the Holocaust Memorial Fund, the Holocaust Research Foundation, Hemocyl, PurBlood, X-FLUâand, of course, Mount Dragon itselfâare all products of the authors' imaginations. Any resemblance of these or other entities in the novel to existing entities is purely coincidental. All the characters and events portrayed herein are fictitious. Nothing should be interpreted as expressing the policies or depicting the procedures of any corporation, institution, university, or governmental department or agency.
To Jerome Preston, Senior
âD. P.
To Luchie; my parents; and Nina Soller
âL. C.
First, we want to thank our agents, Harvey Klinger and CAA's Matthew Snyder. Gentlemen, we lift our tumblers of single-malt Highland scotch in your honors: this project would never have been started were it not for the help and encouragement you've given us.
We'd also like to thank the following people at Tor/Forge: Tom Doherty, whose vision and support have remained equally unflagging; Bob Gleason, for believing in us from the beginning; Linda Quinton, for her refreshingly candid marketing advice; and Natalia Aponte, Karen Lovell, and Stephen de las Heras, for their sundry acts of authorial succor.
From a technical aspect, we wish to thank Lee Suckno, M.D.; Bry Benjamin, M.D.; Frank Calabrese, Ph.D.; and Tom Benjamin, M.D.
Lincoln Child would like to thank Denis Kelly: pal, erstwhile boss, long-suffering sounding board. Thanks to Juliette, soul of patience and understanding. Thanks also to Chris England for his explication of certain arcane slang. Wotcher, Chris!
A pre-war Gibson Granada, along with a generous fistful of chocolate-chip cookies, to Tony Trischka: banjo diety, confidante, and all-around “good hang.”
Douglas Preston would like to thank his wife, Christine, who crossed the Jornada del Muerto desert with him no less than four times, as well as Selene, who was helpful in so many ways. Aletheia was a great sport, camping in the Jornada with us when she was only three weeks old. Thanks to my brother Dick, author of
The Hot Zone
, for his help. Thanks also to
Smithsonian
and
New Mexico
magazines, who helped finance our exploration of the ancient Spanish trail across the Jornada known as the Camino Real de Tierra Adentro.
Walter Nelson, Roeliff Annon, and Silvio Mazzarese accompanied us on horseback around the Jornada and were delightful riding companions. We also acknowledge with thanks the following people, who kindly allowed us to ride across their ranches: Ben and Jane Cain of the Bar Cross Ranch; Evelyn Fite of the Fite Ranch; Shane Shannon, former manager of the Armandaris Ranch; Tom Waddell, current foreman of the Armandaris; Ted Turner and Jane Fonda, owners of the Armandaris; and Harry F. Thompson Jr. of the Thompson Ranches. Gabrielle Palmer was very helpful, as always, with historical information.
Special thanks go to Jim Eckles of the White Sands Missile Range for a memorable tour of the 3,200-square-mile range. We would like to apologize for the liberties we have taken in describing White Sands, which is without a doubt one of the best run (and environmentally aware) Army testing facilities in the country. Obviously, no such place as Mount Dragon exists on WSMR property.
Finally, our thanks to all the rest who have helped us with
Mount Dragon
in particular and our novels in general: Jim Cush, Larry Bern, Mark Gallagher, Chris Yango, David Thomson, Bay and Ann Rabinowitz, Bruce Swanson, Ed Semple, Alain Montour, Bob Wincott; the sysops of CompuServe's Literary Forum; and others too numerous to mention. Your enthusiasm helped make this book possible.
Our symbols shout at the universe
,
They fly off, like hunters' arrows
Into the night sky
.
Or knapped spearpoints into flesh
.
They race like fires across plains
,
Driving buffalo
.
âFranklin Burt
One window upon Apocalypse is more than enough
.
âSusan Wright/Robert L. Sinsheimer,
Bulletin of Atomic Scientists
