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Domain [Mass Market Paperback]

Steve Alten
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For those who never leave home without a copy of the prophecies of Nostradamus tucked in their hip pocket, Steve Alten's new thriller is just the ticket. Domain focuses its doomsday scenario on an ancient Mayan myth and sets up an intriguing pair of saviors in Dominique Vasquez, a psych grad student who's an intern at a Florida psychiatric facility, and Mick Gabriel, her first patient. Mick, the son of two famous archaeologists, has languished in the Miami asylum for over a decade after attacking the man who publicly humiliated his father and who now happens to be the American secretary of state. The elder Gabriel believed he had unearthed the riddle surrounding the origins of Stonehenge, the Great Pyramid of Giza, the desert glyphs of the Nazca desert, the temples of Angkor Wat, and the Mayan ruins of the Yucatan peninsula--and that the answer pointed inexorably to the doom of humanity.

As the winter solstice of 2012 approaches (the day of reckoning prophesied by the myths of the Kukulcan Pyramid at Chichen Itza), Mick enlists Dominique in his effort to save mankind from the apocalypse. Engineering his escape from the hospital, she accompanies him on a desperate search to find his way into the pyramid before the radio message from space, which has already activated a deadly alien weapon buried deep in the Gulf of Mexico, can open a galactic gateway to a world where evil will reign for all eternity. Alten's talent for pacing far outstrips his other writerly gifts. The political subplot is ludicrous, the special effects way over the top, and the villain-in-chief, who happens to be named Borgia, is merely a cartoon. But the story is original enough to pass muster and the past success of similar apocalyptic thrillers bodes well for this one. --Jane Adams --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

From Publishers Weekly

The author of Meg taps Mayan mythology and Old Testament lore in his sci-fi/fantasy take on the age-old battle of good and evil. Archeologist Julius Gabriel is ridiculed when his research shows that ancient wonders like the pyramids, Stonehenge and Angkor Wat were built with extraterrestrial help to play a role in an Earth-based Alien Armageddon on Dec. 21, 2012, the winter equinox. When Julius dies of a heart attack, his son, Mick, attacks Gabriel's main tormentor and former partner, Pierre Borgia, now the U.S. secretary of state, and Borgia has him thrown illegally into a Florida insane asylum. Dominique Vazquez, a part-Mayan psychiatric intern, is assigned Mick's case, but the plan to control him backfires when she reads Julius's journal and joins forces with Mick. She helps him escape, and they rush to the Gulf of Mexico off the Yucatan Peninsula, where evidence supports Mick's claims. As evil alien interference in human affairs triggers disaster, Mick learns he was born to lead the opposing alien forces for good in an apocalyptic battle. Alten's imaginative roles for the pyramids and Peru's Nazca peoples are the perfect springboard for what is set up to be a continuing series grappling with sweeping, Star Wars-like themes. Characters are worthy of the best role-playing games; sorcery aces technology every time; and Alten draws clever parallels with Mayan myths in this ripping space-age yarn equipped with a credible love story and strong Earth-bound side plots. (Feb.)Forecast: Meg had its fans--the novel was a minor bestseller--but not enough to keep sales of Alten's second novel, The Trench, from dipping precipitously (it's notable that Forge makes no mention of that novel in its publicity for Domain). This title is bound to do less well in hardcover than in its eventual mass market edition, which can excerpt any positive reviews.

Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.

--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

From Library Journal

It's September 2012, and the end of the world is only three months away. At least that's the prediction in the ancient Mayan calendar, and archaeologist Mick Gabriel is the only person in the world who has the secret knowledge necessary to stop this apocalypse. Unfortunately, Mick is currently a patient in an insane asylum, locked up in part because of his violent efforts to warn others of his doomsday beliefs. Young intern Dominique Vazquez has just been assigned to his case. Can Mick convince her that he isn't insane in time to save the world? What follows is an entertaining (if somewhat predictable) race to save humankind, featuring plenty of action, romance, and suspense. Alten has matured as an author since his more cartoonish Meg (LJ 5/1/97) and The Trench (LJ 6/1/99), and this well-researched thriller will appeal to fans of Lincoln Child and Douglas Preston. Watch for the sequel, Resurrection.DRebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ., Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Review

"This well-researched thriller will appeal to fans of Lincoln Child and Douglas Preston."-Library Journal

"Characters are worthy of the best role-playing games; sorcery aces technology every time; and Alten draws clever parallels with Mayan myths in this ripping space-age yarn equipped with a credible love story and strong Earth-bound side plots."
--Publishers Weekly
 
"Alten aligns galactically with his audience."
--Kirkus Reviews

From the Author

To My Readers: DOMAIN is a thriller which centers on the Mayan Calendar, a 2,000 year old instrument of Time & Space MORE ACCURATE than all but our most modern calendars, which predicts humanity will PERISH on December 21st, 2012.

The story begins 65 million years ago, with the asteroid impact off the Yucatan Peninsula that destroyed the dinosaurs. Only the object wasn't an asteroid...

Before his death, archaeologist Julius Gabriel discovered that the Great Pyramid of Giza, Stonehenge, the Drawings of Nazca, and the Kukulcan Pyramid in Chichen Itza are all pieces of an ancient puzzle left to us by another culture, WARNING us about the 2012 winter solstice. Now it is up to Julius's son, Michael, to save humanity. Slight problem: Mick is locked up in a mental asylum in Miami.

Miami: 2012
As it has done for 1,000 years, a serpent's shadow appears on the northern balustrade of the Kukulcan Pyramid in Chichen Itza. It is man's FINAL warning, The Beginning of the End.For you MEGALODON fans, surf the site and you'll find exclusive photos of a "real" 70-foot, 60,000 pound Great White Shark rumored to have been caught years ago.

(WARNING: Not for the faint of heart.) --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

About the Author

Steve Alten is the best-selling author of the Meg series, including Meg: Hell’s Aquarium. A native of Philadelphia, he earned a Bachelor’s degree from Penn State, a Masters from the University of Delaware, and a Doctorate from Temple University. He is the founder and director of Adopt-An-Author, a free nationwide teen reading program used in thousands of secondary school classrooms across the country to excite reluctant readers.

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SEPTEMBER 8, 2012
MIAMI, FLORIDA
 
The South Florida Evaluation and Treatment Center is a seven-story white-concrete building with evergreen trim, located in a run-down ethnic neighborhood just west of the city of Miami. Like most businesses in the area, the rooftops are rimmed in coils of barbed-wire fencing. Unlike other establishments, the barbed wire is not meant to keep the public out, but its residents in.
Thirty-one-year-old Dominique Vazquez weaves through rush-hour traffic, cursing aloud as she races south on Route 441. The first day of her internship, and she is already late. Swerving around a teenager riding the wrong way on motorized skates, she pulls into the visitors' parking lot, parks, then hastily twists her waist-length, jet-black hair into a tight bun as she jogs toward the entrance.
Magnetic doors part, allowing her access into an air-conditioned lobby.
A Hispanic woman in her late forties sits behind the information desk, reading the moaning news from a clipboard-sized, wafer-thin computer monitor. Without looking up, she asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes. I have an appointment with Margaret Reinike."
"Not today you don't. Dr. Reinike no longer works here." The woman fingers the page-down button, advancing the news monitor to another article.
"I don't understand. I spoke with Dr. Reinike two weeks ago."
The receptionist finally looks up. "And you are?"
"Vazquez, Dominique Vazquez. I'm here on a one-year postgraduate internship from FSU. Dr. Reinike's supposed to be my sponsor." She watches the woman pick up the phone and press an extension.
"Dr. Foletta, a young woman by the name of Domino Vass-"
"Vazquez. Dominique Vazquez."
"Sorry. Dominique Vazquez. No, sir, she's down here in the lobby, claiming to be Dr. Reinike's intern. Yes, sir." The receptionist hangs up. "You can have a seat over there. Dr. Foletta will be down to speak with you in a few minutes." The woman swivels her back to Dominique, returning to her news monitor.
Ten minutes pass before a large man in his late fifties makes his way down a corridor.
Anthony Foletta looks like he belongs on a football field coaching defensive linemen, not walking the halls of a state facility housing the criminally insane. A mane of thick gray hair rolls back over an enormous head, which appears to be attached directly to the shoulders. Blue eyes twinkle between sleepy lids and puffy cheeks. Though overweight, the upper body is firm, the stomach protruding slightly from the open white lab coat.
A forced smile, and a thick hand is extended.
"Anthony Foletta, new Chief of Psychiatry." The voice is deep and grainy, like an old lawn mower.
"What happened to Dr. Reinike?"
"Personal situation. Rumor has it her husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Guess she decided to take an early retirement. Reinike told me to expect you. Unless you have any objections, I'll be supervising your internship."
"No objections."
"Good." He turns and heads back down the hall, Dominique hustling to keep pace.
"Dr. Foletta, how long have you been with the facility?"
"Ten days. I transferred down here from the state facility in Massachusetts."
They approach a guard at the first security checkpoint. "Give the guard your driver's license."
Dominique searches her purse, then hands the man the laminated card, swapping it for the visitor's pass. "Use this for now," Foletta says. "Turn it in when you leave at the end of the day. We'll get you an encoded intern's badge before the week's out."
She clips the pass to her blouse, then follows him into the elevator.
Foletta holds three fingers up to a camera mounted above his head. The doors close. "Have you been here before? Are you familiar with the layout?"
"No. Dr. Reinike and I only spoke by phone."
"There are seven floors. Administration and central security's on the first floor. The main station controls both the staff and resident elevators. Level 2 houses a small medical unit for the elderly and terminally ill. Level 3 is where you'll find our dining area and rec rooms. It also accesses the mezzanine, yard, and therapy rooms. Levels 4, 5, 6, and 7 house residents." Foletta chuckles. "Dr. Black-well refers to them as 'customers.' An interesting euphemism, don't you think, considering we haul them in here wearing handcuffs."
They exit the elevator, passing a security station identical to the one on the first floor. Foletta waves, then follows a short corridor to his office. Cardboard boxes are piled everywhere, stuffed with files, framed diplomas, and personal items.
"Excuse the mess, I'm still getting situated." Foletta removes a computer printer from a chair, motioning for Dominique to sit, then squeezes uncomfortably behind his own desk, leaning back in his leather chair to afford his belly room.
He opens her personnel file. "Hmm. Completing your doctorate at Florida State, I see. Get out to many football games?"
"Not really." Use the opening. "You look like you've played a little football before."
It is a good parlay, causing Foletta's cherub face to light up. "Fighting Blue Hens of Delaware, class of '79. Starting nose tackle. Would have been a lower-round NFL draft pick if I hadn't torn my knee up against Lehigh."
"What made you get into forensic psychiatry?"
"Had an older brother who suffered from a pathological obsession. Always in trouble with the law. His psychiatrist was a Delaware alumnus and a big football fan. Used to bring him down to the locker room after games. When I injured my knee, he pulled a few strings to get me into grad school." Foletta leans forward, placing her file flat the desk. "Let's talk about you. I'm curious. There are several other facilities closer to FSU than ours. What brings you down here?"
Dominique clears her throat. "My parents live over in Sanibel. It's only a two-hour ride from Miami. I don't get home very often."
Foletta guides a thick index finger across her personnel file. "Says here you're originally from Guatemala."
"Yes."
"How'd you end up in Florida?"
"My parents-my real parents died when I was six. I was sent to live with a cousin in Tampa."
"But that didn't last?"
"Is this important?"
Foletta looks up. The eyes are no longer sleepy. "I'm not much for surprises, Intern Vazquez. Before assigning residents, I like to know my own staff's psyche. Most residents don't give us much of a problem, but it's important to remember that we're still dealing with some violent individuals. Safety's a priority with me. What happened in Tampa? How was it that you ended up in a foster home?"
"Suffice it to say that things didn't work out with my cousin."
"Did he rape you?"
Dominique is taken back by his directness. "If you must know--yes. I was only ten at the time."
"You were under the care of a psychiatrist?"
She stares back at him. Stay cool, he's testing you. "Yes, until I was seventeen."
"Does it bother you to talk about it?"
"It happened. It's over. I'm sure it influenced my choice of career, if that's where this is leading."
"Your interests, too. Says here you have a second-degree black belt in tae kwon do. Ever use it?"
"Only in tournaments."
The lids open wide, the blue eyes baiting her with their intensity. "Tell me, Intern Vazquez, do you imagine your cousin's face when you kick your opponents?"
"Sometimes." She pushes a strand of hair from her eyes. "Who did you pretend to hit when you played football for those Fighting Blue Hens?"
"Touché." The eyes return to the file. "Date much?"
"My social life concerns you as well?"
Foletta sits back in his chair. "Traumatic sexual experiences like yours often lead to sexual disorders. Again, I just want to know who I'm working with."
"I have no aversions to sex, if that's what you're asking. I do have a healthy mistrust toward prying men."
"This isn't a halfway house, Intern Vazquez. You'll need thicker skin than that if you expect to handle forensic residents. Men like these have made names for themselves feasting on pretty college women like you. Coming from FSU, I'd think you could appreciate that."
Dominique takes a deep breath, relaxing her coiled muscles. Dammit, tuck your ego away and pay attention. "You're right, Doctor. My apologies."
Foletta closes the file. "Truth is, I have you in mind for a special assignment, but I need to be absolutely certain that you're up to the task."
Dominique reenergizes. "Try me."
Foletta removes a thick brown file from his top desk drawer. "As you know, this facility believes in a multi-disciplinary-team approach. Each resident is assigned a psychiatrist, a clinical psychologist, social worker, psychiatric nurse, and a rehab therapist. My initial reaction when I first got here was that it's a bit overkill, but I can't argue with the results, especially when dealing with substance-abuse patients and preparing individuals to participate in their forthcoming trials."
"But not in this case?"
"No. The resident I want you to oversee is a patient of mine, an inmate from the asylum where I served as psychological services director."
"I don't understand. You brought him with you?"
"Our facility lost funding about six months ago. He's certainly not fit for society, and he had to be transferred somewhere. Since I'm more familiar with his history than anyone else, I thought it would be less traumatic for all concerned if he remained under my care."
"Who is he?"
"Ever hear of Professor Julius Gabriel?"
"Gabriel?" The name sounded familiar. "Wait a second, wasn't he the archaeologist who dropped dead during a Harvard lecture several years ago?"
"Over ten years ago." Foletta grins. "After three decades of research grants, Julius Gabriel returned to the States and stood before an assembly of his peers, claiming that the ancient Egyptians and Mayans had built their pyramids with the help of extraterrestrials-all to save humanity from destruction. Can you imagine? The audience laughed him right offstage. He probably died of humiliation." Foletta...
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