Found 231 results for "Intelligence service in fiction"
by Ian Fleming
It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
by Graham Greene
'THAT nigger going down the street,'said Dr Hasselbacher standing in the Wonder Bar, 'he reminds me of you, Mr Wormold.'
by Arthur Miller
A small upper bedroom in the home of Reverend Samuel Parris, Salem, Massachusetts, in the spring of the year 1692.
by Robert Cormier
I am riding the bicycle and I am on Route 31 in Monument, Massachusetts, on my way to Rutterburg, Vermont, and I'm pedal...
by Ian Fleming
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.
by Ian Fleming
The eyes behind the wide black rubber goggles were cold as flint. In the howling speed-turmoil of a B.S.A. M.20 doing se...
by Tom Clancy
Captain First Rank Marko Ramius of the Soviet Navy was dressed for the Arctic conditions normal to the Northern Fleet su...
by Maya Banks
Shea Peterson's eyelids flew open as she came instantly and fully awake.
by George Crile III
When Congressman Charlie Wilson set off for a weekend in Las Vegas on June 27, 1980, there was no confusion in his mind ...
by Anthony Horowitz
WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it's never good news.