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Infernois a mystery thriller novel by American author Dan Brown and the fourth book in his Robert Langdon series, followingAngels & Demons,The Da Vinci CodeandThe Lost Symbol. It was number one on the New York Times Best Seller list for hardcover fiction and Combined Print & E-book fiction for the first eleven weeks of its release, and also remained on the list of E-book fiction for the first seventeen weeks of its release.
“Jampacked with tricks... A BOOK-LENGTH SCAVENGER HUNT that Mr. Brown creates so energetically.”—Janet Maslin, TheNew York Times
“AS CLOSE AS A BOOK CAN COME TO A SUMMERTIME CINEMATIC BLOCKBUSTER…Brown builds up Langdon's supporting cast, which is the strongest yet.”—USA Today
“FAST, CLEVER, WELL-INFORMED…DAN BROWN IS THE MASTER OF THE INTELLECTUAL CLIFFHANGER.”—The Wall Street Journal
“BROWN IS AT HIS BEST when he makes readers believe that dusty books and musty passageways are just covers for ancient global conspiracies.”—The Washington Post
“A DIVERTING THRILLER…Brown stocks his latest book with all the familiar elements: puzzles, a beautiful female companion, and hints of secret conspiratorial agendas.”—EW.com
“Brown gives us lots of history and culture…but he puts the story first.INFERNO IS THE KIND OF SATISFYINGESCAPIST READ THAT SUMMERS WERE MADE FOR.”—The Boston Globe
“HARROWING FUN threaded with coded messages, art history, science, and imminent doom.”—Daily News (New York)
Harvard professor of symbology Robert Langdon awakens in a hospital in the middle of the night. Disoriented and suffering from a head wound, he recalls nothing of the last thirty-six hours, including how he got there… or the origin of the macabre object that his doctors discover hidden in his belongings.
Dan Brown is an American author of thriller fiction who is best known for the 2003 bestselling novelThe Da Vinci Code.And heisalsothe bestselling author ofDigital Fortress,Angels & Demons, andDeception Point.
THE MEMORIES MATERIALIZED slowly… like bubbles surfacing from the darkness of a bottomless well.
A veiled woman.
Robert Langdon gazed at her across a river whose churning waters ran red with blood. On the far bank, the woman stood facing him, motionless, solemn, her face hidden by a shroud. In her hand she gripped a blue tainia cloth, which she now raised in honor of the sea of corpses at her feet. The smell of death hung everywhere.
Seek, the woman whispered. And ye shall find.
Langdon heard the words as if she had spoken them inside his head. “Who are you?” he called out, but his voice made no sound.
Time grows short, she whispered. Seek and find.
Langdon took a step toward the river, but he could see the waters were bloodred and too deep to traverse. When Langdon raised his eyes again to the veiled woman, the bodies at her feet had multiplied. There were hundreds of them now, maybe thousands, some still alive, writhing in agony, dying unthinkable deaths… consumed by fire, buried in feces, devouring one another. He could hear the mournful cries of human suffering echoing across the water.
The woman moved toward him, holding out her slender hands, as if beckoning for help.
“Who are you?!” Langdon again shouted.
In response, the woman reached up and slowly lifted the veil from her face. She was strikingly beautiful, and yet older than Langdon had imagined—in her sixties perhaps, stately and strong, like a timeless statue. She had a sternly set jaw, deep soulful eyes, and long, silver-gray hair that cascaded over hlders in ringlets. An amulet of lapis lazuli hung around her neck—a single snake coiled around a staff.