Prince of Fire (Gabriel Allon Series #5)

Prince of Fire (Gabriel Allon Series #5)

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Few recent thriller writers have elicited the kind of critical praise that Daniel Silva has received, with his “provocative and deeply satisfying” (The Miami Herald) novels featuring art restorer and sometime spy Gabriel Allon, “a man whose depth and passion make him one of the most fascinating characters in the genre” (Chicago Sun-Times).

Now Allon is back in Venice, when a terrible explosion in Rome leads to a disturbing personal revelation: the existence of a dossier in terrorist hands that strips away his secrets, lays bare his history. Hastily recalled home to Israel, drawn once more into the heart of a service he had once forsaken, Allon finds himself stalking an elusive master terrorist across a landscape drenched with generations of blood, the trail turning on itself until, finally, he can no longer be certain who is stalking whom. And when at last the showdown comes, it will not be Gabriel alone who is threatened with destruction—for it is not his history alone that has been laid bare.

A knife-edged thriller of astonishing intricacy and feeling, filled with exhilarating prose, this is Daniel Silva’s finest novel yet.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501275739
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 12/01/2015
Series: Gabriel Allon Series , #5
Edition description: Unabridged
Sales rank: 331,668
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Daniel Silva is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Moscow Rules and 10 other international bestselling spy novels. Best known for his Gabriel Allon series, his books are translated into more than 25 languages. Silva lives in the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington DC with his wife, NBC Today National Correspondent Jamie Gangel and their twins Lily and Nicholas.
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Prince of Fire

By Daniel Silva

Putnam Adult

ISBN: 0-399-15243-1

Chapter One

THERE HAD BEEN WARNING SIGNS-THE SHABBAT bombing of a Jewish community center in Buenos Aires that left eighty-seven people dead; the bombing of an Istanbul synagogue, precisely one year later, that killed another twenty-eight-but Rome would be his coming-out party, and Rome would be the place where he left his calling card.

Afterward, within the corridors and executive suites of Israel's vaunted intelligence service, there was considerable and sometimes belligerent debate over the time and place of the conspiracy's genesis. Lev Ahroni, the ever-cautious director of the service, would claim that the plot was hatched not long after the Israeli army knocked down Arafat's headquarters in Ramallah and stole his secret files. Ari Shamron, the legendary Israeli master spy, would find this almost laughable, though Shamron often disagreed with Lev simply as a matter of sport. Only Shamron, who had fought with the Palmach during the War of Independence and who tended to view the conflict as a continuum, understood intuitively that the outrage in Rome had been inspired by deeds dating back more than a half century. Eventually, evidence would prove both Lev and Shamron correct. In the meantime, in order to achieve peaceful working conditions, they agreed on a new starting point: the day a certain Monsieur Jean-Luc arrived in the hills of Lazio and settled himself in a rather handsome eighteenth-century villa on the shore of Lake Bracciano.

As for the exact date and time of his arrival, there was no doubt. The owner of the villa, a dubious Belgian aristocrat called Monsieur Laval, said the tenant appeared at two-thirty in the afternoon on the final Friday of March. The courteous but intense young Israeli who called on Monsieur Laval at his home in Brussels wondered how it was possible to recall the date so clearly. The Belgian produced his lavish leather-bound personal calendar and pointed to the date in question. There, penciled on the line designated for 2:30 P.M., were the words: Meet M. Jean-Luc at Bracciano villa.

"Why did you write Bracciano villa instead of just villa?" asked the Israeli visitor, his pen hovering over his open notebook.

"To differentiate it from our St. Tropez villa, our Portuguese villa, and the chalet we own in the Swiss Alps."

"I see," said the Israeli, though the Belgian found that his visitor's tone lacked the humility adopted by most civil servants when confronted by men of great wealth.

And what else did Monsieur Laval remember of the man who rented his villa? That he was punctual, intelligent, and extremely well-mannered. That he was strikingly good-looking, that his scent was noticeable but not obtrusive, that his clothing was expensive but restrained. That he drove a Mercedes car and had two large suitcases with gold buckles and a famous label. That he paid the entire monthlong lease in advance and in cash, which Monsieur Laval explained was not unusual in that part of Italy. That he was a good listener who didn't need to be told things twice. That he spoke French with the accent of a Parisian from a well-heeled arrondissement. That he seemed like a man who could handle himself well in a fight and who treated his women well. "He was of noble birth," Laval concluded, with the certainty of one who knows of what he speaks. "He comes from a good bloodline. Write that in your little book."

Slowly, additional details would emerge about the man called Jean-Luc, though none conflicted with Monsieur Laval's flattering portrait. He hired no cleaning woman and demanded the gardener arrive punctually at nine o'clock and leave by ten. He shopped in nearby market squares and attended Mass in the medieval lakeside village of Anguillara. He spent much time touring the Roman ruins of Lazio and seemed particularly intrigued by the ancient necropolis at Cerveteri.

Sometime in the middle of March-the date could never be reliably established-he vanished. Even Monsieur Laval could not be certain of the departure date, because he was informed after the fact by a woman in Paris who claimed to be the gentleman's personal assistant. Though two weeks remained on the lease, the handsome tenant did not embarrass himself, or Monsieur Laval, by asking for a refund. Later that spring, when Monsieur Laval visited the villa, he was surprised to discover, in a crystal bowl on the dining room sideboard, a brief thank-you note, typewritten, along with a hundred euros to pay for broken wineglasses. A thorough search of the villa's stemware collection, however, revealed nothing was missing. When Monsieur Laval tried to call Jean-Luc's girl in Paris to return the money, he found that her telephone line had been disconnected.

ON THE FRINGES of the Borghese gardens there are elegant boulevards and quiet leafy side streets that bear little resemblance to the scruffy, tourist-trodden thoroughfares of the city center. They are avenues of diplomacy and money, where traffic moves at a nearly reasonable speed and where the blare of car horns sounds like a rebellion in distant lands. One such street is a cul-de-sac. It falls away at a gentle pitch and bends to the right. For many hours each day, it is in shadow, a consequence of the towering stone pine and eucalyptus that loom over the villas. The narrow sidewalk is broken by tree roots and perpetually covered by pine needles and dead leaves. At the end of the street is a diplomatic compound, more heavily fortified than most in Rome.

Survivors and witnesses would recall the perfection of that late-winter morning: bright and clear, cold enough in the shadows to bring on a shiver, warm enough in the sun to unbutton a wool coat and dream of an alfresco lunch. The fact it was also a Friday served only to heighten the leisurely atmosphere. In diplomatic Rome, it was a morning to dawdle over a cappuccino and cornetto, to take stock of one's circumstances and ponder one's mortality. Procrastination was the order of the day. Many mundane meetings were canceled. Much routine paperwork was put off till Monday.

On the little cul-de-sac near the Borghese gardens there were no outward signs of the catastrophe to come. The Italian police and security agents guarding the perimeter fortifications chatted lazily in the patches of brilliant sunshine. Like most diplomatic missions in Rome, it officially contained two embassies, one dealing with the Italian government, the second with the Vatican. Both embassies opened for business at their appointed times. Both ambassadors were in their offices.

At ten-fifteen a tubby Jesuit waddled down the hill, a leather satchel in his hand. Inside was a diplomatic démarche from the Vatican Secretariat of State, condemning the Israeli army's recent incursion into Bethlehem. The courier deposited the document with an embassy clerk and puffed his way back up the hill. Afterward, the text would be made public, and its sharp language would prove a temporary embarrassment to the men of the Vatican. The courier's timing would prove providential. Had he arrived five minutes later, he would have been vaporized, along with the original text of the démarche.

Not so fortunate were the members of an Italian television crew who had come to interview the ambassador on the current state of affairs in the Middle East. Or the delegation of local Jewish crusaders who had come to secure the ambassador's public condemnation of a neo-Nazi conference scheduled for the following week in Verona. Or the Italian couple, sickened by the new rise of European anti-Semitism, who were about to inquire about the possibility of emigrating to Israel. Fourteen in all, they were standing in a tight cluster at the business entrance, waiting to be body-searched by the embassy's short-haired security toughs, when the white freight truck made a right turn into the cul-de-sac and began its death run toward the compound.

Most heard the truck before they saw it. The convulsive roar of its diesel engine was a violent intrusion on the otherwise still morning. It was impossible to ignore. The Italian security men paused in mid-conversation and looked up, as did the group of fourteen strangers gathered outside the entrance of the embassy. The tubby Jesuit, who was waiting for a bus at the opposite end of the street, lifted his round head from his copy of L'Osservatore Romano and searched for the source of the commotion.

The gentle slope of the street helped the truck gather speed at an astonishing rate. As it rounded the bend, the massive load in its cargo container pushed the truck heavily onto two wheels. For an instant it seemed it might topple. Then somehow it righted itself and began the final straight-line plunge toward the compound.

The driver was briefly visible through the windshield. He was young and clean-shaven. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He seemed to be standing atop the gas pedal, and he seemed to be shouting at himself. For some reason the wipers were on.

The Italian security forces reacted immediately. Several took cover behind the reinforced concrete barriers. Others dived for the protection of the steel-and-glass guard posts. Two officers could be seen pouring automatic fire toward the marauding truck. Sparks exploded on the grille, and the windshield shattered, but the truck continued unhindered, gathering speed until the point of impact. Afterward, the government of Israel would commend the heroism shown by the Italian security services that morning. It would be noted that none fled their positions, though if they had, their fate would have been precisely the same.

The explosion could be heard from St. Peter's Square to the Piazza di Spagna to the Janiculum Hill. Those on the upper floors of buildings were treated to the remarkable sight of a red-and-orange fireball rising over the northern end of the Villa Borghese, followed quickly by a pitch-black mushroom cloud of smoke. Windows a mile from the blast point were shattered by the thunderclap of the shock wave, including the stained-glass windows in a nearby church. Plane trees were stripped of their leaves. Birds died in mid-flight. Geologists at a seismic monitoring station first feared that Rome had been shaken by a moderate earthquake.

None of the Italian security men survived the initial blast. Nor did any of the fourteen visitors waiting to be admitted to the mission, or the embassy personnel who happened to be working in offices closest to the spot where the truck exploded.

Ultimately, though, it was the second vehicle that inflicted the most loss of life. The Vatican courier, who had been knocked to the ground by the force of the blast, saw the car turn into the cul-de-sac at high speed. Because it was a Lancia sedan, and because it was carrying four men and traveling at a high rate of speed, he assumed it was a police vehicle responding to the bombing. The priest got to his feet and started toward the scene through the dense black smoke, hoping to be of assistance to the wounded and the dead alike. Instead he saw a scene from a nightmare. The doors of the Lancia opened simultaneously, and the four men he assumed to be police officers began firing into the compound. Survivors who staggered from the burning wreckage of the embassy were mercilessly cut down.

The four gunmen ceased firing at precisely the same time, then clambered back into the Lancia. As they sped away from the burning compound, one of the terrorists aimed his automatic weapon at the Jesuit. The priest made the sign of the cross and prepared himself to die. The terrorist just smiled and disappeared behind a curtain of smoke.


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Prince of Fire (Gabriel Allon Series #5) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 121 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked up this novel not realizing it was one in a long series. It didn't matter because it provided enough background for me to get the idea of Gabriel's past assignments. Since this read, I've read two more in the Gabriel Allon series. The books are all well-written. The characters are well-developed described with enough detail to paint a picture and not too much to bore the reader. The story kept me interested and turning the pages. I highly recommend this book as an exciting novel and current to the times.
harstan More than 1 year ago
The bombing of a Jewish community center in Buenos Aires, the bombing of an Istanbul synagogue and the suicide bombing of the Israeli embassy in Rome are the work of one mastermind, a terrorist trained by Yassar Arafat. After the bombing in Rome, the Israelis were able to trace one of the perpetrators to his home and there they found the dossier of Gabriel Allon currently working as an art restorer in Rome.......................... Gabriel used to work for covert organization known as the Office but when his son died and his wife was physically and mentally damaged he quit the organization although he does freelance work for them at times. With his cover blown, Gabriel is forced to return to Israel and the Office where he tracks the mastermind responsible for the murders of hundreds of Jews; he intends to spill as much blood as he can in an act of revenge. When it is discovered that the terrorist intends to blow up the French subway station, Gabriel moves to stop him but that is before he learns that they kidnapped has wife and made him look to the world like a man who was responsible for the bombings.................... This is the fifth Gabriel Allon book and it is Daniel Silva¿s best work to date. Gabriel finally comes home and returns to the work he gave up as penance for what happened to his wife and child. The war between two brilliant spies is terrific as nobody is certain at what point Gabriel is the cat or the mouse. Thriller readers are going to love PRINCE OF FIRE................ Harriet Klausner
Retired_Reader More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed reading all of Daniel Silva's books. For those who are just beginning, I recommend starting at the beginning of the series. While each book is a stand alone, it is much more interesting to follow the story and the characters from the start.
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magentaflake on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
not so good as others I've read. I prefer death in Venice
miyurose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book moves away from the Holocaust theme of the last 3 and back to the Israel/Palestine conflict. It's interesting to see how each side describes different events, and I think the book makes a few pointed observations about the reasons the conflict continues. All-in-all, this was another great book from Silva, and I am ecstatic that his love interest from the last 2 books is gone. Never liked her!
skinglist on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm in two minds on this book. It was good, but I think Silva is suffering from Patterson-disease in that he feels compelled to rush the endings. Or there is a loose end he forgot about and all of a sudden has to fix.If you live to seek revenge, dig a grave for twoMay be an ancient proverb but it's still so true even today.Because most of this book took place in Israel rather than Italy, as Silva's previous books had been, it made it feel even more biblical. The Galilee, Jerusalem etc. I'd love to visit there one day but I don't know if I'd ever be brave enough. The ties to reality were interesting, the meetings with Arafat, the real life mid east conflict as opposed to the Holocaust era conflicts in the previous books I've read by him.The foreshadowing though, as much as I thought it would mean, ended up as nothing. "This is the end," Gabriel said. "The last time. After this, it's over.""For both of us, I'm afraid," Shamron said. "You'll come home, we'll grow old together." I thought that was going to have a lot more meaning, but oddly it was the Chiara stuff I'd overlooked that ended up having the most meaning :-/"...Michael is the highest, but you, Gabriel, you are the mightiest. You're the one who defends Israel against its accusers. You're the angel of judgement--the prince of fire." Not so much where the title of the book came from but certainly meaningful for the Allon character.I think the most meaningful of this was that I did not know the end. In reading the others by the author I knew there were more Gabriel Allon books to come so he'd survive but as far as I know this is the last so it has the bit of mystery to it.A good read and now it's off to the co-worker who picked up A Death in Vienna from the break room. She's off to Okinawa in a week or so, so this book may travel far.
Carl_Alves on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the second novel I've read from Daniel Silva, and he has yet to disappoint. Gabriel Alon is a fascinating character. The plot and story are so well developed compared to many other thrillers I have read. Silva does a nice job of drawing the reader. What I found especially fascinating was the use of real life characters like Arafat and Rabin. Very well done. I look forward to reading more of Silva's work in the future.Carl Alves - author of Two For Eternity
taylorsteve on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Silva provides a detailed background on his characters which I find enjoyable. However, the plot is fairly simple with few significant twists and turns. He does well with the elusive protagonist and the hero, but stops short of fully developing the plot. I was disappointed in the rapid conclusion at the end - really just a few pages to tie it wrap it up.
Joycepa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An explosion in Rome destroys the Israeli embassy, and Shamron sends Gabriel Allon after those responsible. But Allon soon discovers that his cover has been blown, putting not only his life but that of Chiara, his Italian lover, into jeopardy.This is the context of what may be the last in the Gabriel Allon series. If so, it is an exciting and fitting end to the best international spy/thriller series in the genre. There are enough twist, turns, and unexpected revelations to satisfy the most demanding. The characters are well-developed and believable. The writing is as usual superb. The story never lets up, and you are driven to keep turning pages right up to the end.Highly recommended.
MSWallack on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm not sure that I liked where Silva took Gabriel Allon in this novel, but, in hindsight, it was probably the "right" place to take the character. Another fine entry in the series.
theportal2002 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A lot of character development in this one. Still a lot of action and excitement as I usually expect with this series. Fantastic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
the "Prince of Fire"!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent in everyway
miss_dobie More than 1 year ago
Anything written by Daniel Silva is exciting and beyond a great value in a reading experience. His characters are human and make you want to be friends with them. His stories are fast-paced and exciting. And even tho Gabriel Allon is a spy, Daniel Silva writes in such a way that anyone can easily follow along and understand what's going on and why. Gabriel is one of the most famous characters ever written about and we never want his story to end. The stories are so well written that you have finished the book before you know it. And to say that Daniel Silva is one of the greatest writers of our time, is probably a very big understatement. His writing is fluid and flawless and easy to read. You never have to read a sentence twice. If you haven't already read a Daniel Silva story, you are truly missing out on a great reading experience.
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Does the rest and goes back to camp (this is taking forever!)
harbo More than 1 year ago
Gabriel Allon always does a fine job in the mystery world. While traveling we often use audio books with Daniel Silva. An outstanding travel companion.
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Daniel Silva is a master storyteller, and I love the character of Gabriel Allon! I have read every book that he has written. His side job of art restorer adds to the interest of the book. If you have never read Daniel Silva you are in for a treat. The language and vocabulary are a step above most mysteries.
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