It starts off so simply: Jack, still feeling down after the tragic events of Infernal, is hanging in Julio’s when a regular named Timmy asks him for help. His teenage niece has been missing since this morning; the police say it’s too early to worry, but Timmy knows something bad has happened. Jack says he’ll put the word out on the street. This innocent request triggers a chain of seemingly coincidental events that lead Jack into the darkest days of his life.

 

As has become evident in the series, Jack has been singled out, unwillingly, as the champion of one of the two supernatural forces contending for control of all human life on Earth. Neither of these forces are good or evil, just dangerous and amoral. They value and notice individual humans about as much as we do mosquitoes.

 

Jack is desperate . . . and the last thing you want to do is make Jack desperate. That’s when things begin to blow up and people begin to die.

 

A hang-onto-your-hat-and-heart thriller of triumph and tragedy that barrels along at F. Paul Wilson’s trademark breakneck pace.

Praise

Praise for Harbingers

 

"Part hard-boiled detective novel, part "Matrix"and all fun, Wilson's latest and, perhaps, greatest kept me up all night.  A pulse-pounding novel that grips you by the throat and doesn't let go even when it's over." --Eric Van Lustbader, author of The Testament
 
"F. Paul Wilson's Repairman Jack is a cultural icon.  If you haven't crossed paths with him, you're out of the loop.  Get with the program." --David Morrell, author of Creepers

"Provides everything that fans of this excellent and frequently horrific series have come to expect." -- Publishers Weekly

About the Author(s)

F. Paul Wilson

F. Paul Wilson, a New York Times bestselling author of horror, adventure, medical thrillers, science fiction, and virtually everything in between, is a practicing physician who resides in Wall, New Jersey.

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Excerpt

Chapter One
“Hey, Jack, can I bother you a minute?”
 
Jack sat at his table in the rear of Julio’s. He looked up from his coffee and saw Timmy O’Brien, one of Julio’s regulars. A fiftyish guy, thin, hangdog face, watery eyes, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt in January.
 
Julio’s, an Upper West Side bar that had fought the good fight and succeeded in holding on to its working-class roots through the neighborhood’s decades of legitimization, rehabilitation, restoration, and gentrification, had been Jack’s hang for years.

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