The Complete Navarone

The Complete Navarone

Alistair MacLean

Language: English

Pages: 864

ISBN: 0007416954

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The Guns of Navarone and its three sequels, in which the same characters are sent on other wartime missions, together in one volume for the first time to mark the 50th anniversary of the original film.

THE GUNS OF NAVARONE
Mallory, Miller and Andrea are united into a lethally effective team. Their mission: to silence the impregnable guns set in the tall cliffs of Navarone. On their success or failure rests one of the most critical offensives of the Second World War.

FORCE 10 FROM NAVARONE
Almost before the last echoes of the famous guns have died away, the three Navarone heroes are parachuted into war-torn Yugoslavia to rescue a division of partisans and fulfil a secret mission, so deadly that it must be hidden even from their own allies.

STORM FORCE FROM NAVARONE
The surviving commandos are sent on a perilous journey through the Pyrenees to disable the greatest threat to the impending D-Day landings: the 'Werwolf' U-boats. But their Basque guides declare it mission impossible - D-Day is less than six days away.

THUNDERBOLT FROM NAVARONE
Summoned back to Naval HQ, Mallory, Miller and Andrea are given a final assignment: to reconnoitre the Greek island of Kynthos and destroy the German facilities developing the lethal V3 weapon. A rocket expert is to accompany them - but can he be trusted not to turn the operation into a suicide mission?

Lost in Shangri-La: A True Story of Survival, Adventure, and the Most Incredible Rescue Mission of World War II

Kingtiger Heavy Tank 1942-45 (New Vanguard, Volume 1)

To Hell and Back: The Last Train from Hiroshima (Asia/Pacific/Perspectives)

Ratline: Soviet Spies, Nazi Priests, and the Disappearance of Adolf Hitler

Normandy : Gold Beach; Inland from King

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover for the real thing?’ Reynolds said bitterly: ‘I know that – now.’ He pointed down the gorge. ‘And I also know that the bridge lies that way.’ ‘And so it does. I also know that even if we could approach it – which would be quite impossible – we couldn’t blow that bridge up with a truckload of explosives; steel bridges anchored in reinforced concrete take a great deal of destroying.’ He turned and looked at the dam. ‘So we do it another way. See that dam wall there – there’s thirty million.

Frown, the struggle. He knew what the answer was going to be. Hugues had abandoned Lisette once in the name of duty. He would not do it again. Lisette said, ‘You must go.’ Hugues said, ‘No.’ Miller turned away and started to walk, hands in pockets, stopping himself from running, keeping to a stolid peasant shuffle, heading towards the farmyard. He heard footsteps behind him: one pair of short legs, one pair of long. In a pane of glass he saw their reflection. Hugues had his arm round.

Had stolen his breath at first, so he trod water, and watched the harbour wheel a second time. Then he had fixed his eyes on the distant, ill-kempt masts of the Stella Maris, and started to swim. On the face of it, things were fine. But he knew as soon as he entered the channel that this was all wrong. He could breathe now. He was swimming, the great muscles of his shoulders knotting and bunching, driving his body through the cold salt water. He was swimming breaststroke. If they saw him, they.

Locomotive moved on. Another dose roared into the second truck. Move. Roar. Move. Roar. The locomotive hissed steam and began to pull out, gathering speed. ‘Well?’ said Carstairs. ‘Wait,’ said Mallory, eyes down on his watch. The train bustled off across the plain, shrinking on its converging lines, speeding on to a causeway across the marsh, shrinking still. At the far end a cloud of white dust rose, then whipped away on the breeze. The breeze was up, now. A long edge of grey was travelling.

The Acropolis were good men, they had proved that already. Four men, said the small, dark voice in Wills’ head. Against a thousand or so. He heard the scritch of grenade fuses, the blat of the explosions, Clytemnestra hiss a curse. A file of soldiers was running up the last zigzag and into the shelter of the cliff. The grenades knocked three of them down, but that left a dozen. Clytemnestra grabbed for her Schmeisser. The Swallow’s Nest filled with its jackhammer clatter. She swore again,.

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