Casino Royale

by Ian Fleming

The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high...

Arithmetick

by James Hodder

Hodder's decimal arithmetick: or, A plain and more methodica...

by James Hodder

Hodder's arithmetick

by James Hodder

Goldfinger

by Ian Fleming

James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about li...

Moonraker

by Ian Fleming

The two thirty-eights roared simultaneously. The walls of the underground room took the crash of sound and batted it ...

Hodder's arithmetick, or, That necessary art made most easie

by James Hodder

Black Friday

by James Patterson

COLONEL DAVID HUDSON leaned his tall, athletic body against the squat, battered trunk of one of New York's Checker-style...

Hodder's arithmetick: or, That necessary art made most easy

by James Hodder

Thunderball

by Ian Fleming

It was one of those days when it seemed to James Bond that all life, as someone put it, was nothing but a heap of six to...

Shōgun

by James Clavell

Blackthorne was suddenly awake.

Hodder's decimal arithmetick or, A plain and more methodical...

by James Hodder

Hodders remaines, or, A new twelve penny copy book

by James Hodder

The pen-man's recreation

by James Hodder

Diamonds are Forever

by Ian Fleming

With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler's arms the big pandinus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from...

From Russia, with love

by Ian Fleming

The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead.

King Rat

by James Clavell

"I'm going to get that bloody bastard if I die in the attempt."

A million little pieces

by James Frey

Colonel Sun

by Kingsley Amis

The Man with the Golden Gun

by Ian Fleming

The Secret Service holds much that is kept secret even from very senior officers in the organization. Only M. and his Ch...