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Orphan X blows the doors off most thrillers I've read and catapults the readers on a cat-and-mouse that feels like a missile launch. Read this book. You will thank me later David Baldacci New York Times bestselling author Gregg Hurwitz’s thrilling, high-octane action Orphan X novels follow Evan Smoak, the Nowhere Man. He uses his skills and resources on a personal mission to help those with nowhere else to turn. Like the hundred or so bodies next door, they were Aragón’s people. All the residents of Eden were his people. They flourished in the light of his grace and withered in its absence. I am saving for new clothes for her,” Silvia snarled, patting her daughter’s head. “It was not a revealing dress. It was too small.” And,” Aragón said, “she has shame, too. Not your shame. Your shame is a luxury. Her shame is a stain you put on her soul.”

A stellar series, and the stories get better with each instalment. [Evan Smoak is] the man you want in your corner when justice is needed Daily Mail Even at ten at night, the South Texas humidity hit him in the face like a tar mop. They’d taken Chucho Ochoa to the administrative office building next door. This was helpful. For what was to come, adjoining walls were not preferable. Tonight was her eighteenth birthday. And yet she’d recut and altered her quinceañera dress, not wanting to waste money on something new, on something that would put her even more fully in the spotlight. She didn’t want to appear garish in front of the other girls from Eden, this expanse of unincorporated land upstream from Brownsville on the north bank of the yellow-brown sludge of the Rio Grande.A new series character to rival Reacher . . . anyone reading Orphan X won't be surprised that a cadre of peers, from Tess Gerritsen to Lee Child, have lined up to praise it Independent Nonstop action and relentless pacing are matched by deeply philosophical and powerfully emotional undertones. Unlike comparable series that tend to lose steam after several instalments, this series just gets better as it evolves Publishers Weekly

E]xcellent...Nonstop action and relentless pacing are matched by deeply philosophical and powerfully emotional undertones. Unlike comparable series that tend to lose steam after several installments, this series just gets better as it evolves." - Publishers Weekly (starred review) Aragón realized that his own cheeks were wet. And yet he was unashamed. Like them all, he was blessed to breathe the same air as his daughter, to admire her and know that some part of her was his and some part of him hers. Orphan X is his best yet - a real celebration of all the strengths Gregg Hurwitz brings to a thriller Lee ChildYes. Yes. Sheeran. And that bad haircut you got before your confirmation. Your first dance. That time you crashed your car—” He crossed himself. “Our trip to Zihuatanejo during Semana Santa and the fight we had over that string bikini—” Standing now at the edge of the spit-polished dance floor watching his daughter pinball between clusters of friends in her burnt-orange quinceañera dress, he understood that he could not be as bad as his reputation suggested because she came from him. Anjelina’s hair fell across one eye. Her skin, smooth as satin. Tejano cheeks like her mother’s, broad and defined. The impossible sweetness of her gaze. A masterpiece of suspense and thrills . . . Turn off the real world and dive into this amazing start to a new series Associated Press In this instalment, Evan spends a good bit of time in a sewer, watches an ultrasound, is faced with numerous scenes that really challenge his control over his OCD, and is distracted from his main mission by a medical emergency involving his ongoing love interest. Aragón sat at the most prominent table with his aunt, who’d been both mother and father to him since poverty had killed his parents shortly after his birth in a Hidalgo County regional hospital— Mamá from an undiagnosed bladder infection, Papá from a knife in the kidney when he’d tried to stop a fight behind a Whataburger in Corpus Christi.

I’m sorry, Don Urrea. I’d worked a long day. She was walking along the roadside wearing a tight dress. Very revealing.” Aragón watched his girl glide across the maple hardwood, her hips and shoulders moving separately and yet in sync, an orbit of muscle and grace. As if music was a language that spoke through her body when she danced.Aragón hesitated and regarded his daughter once more through the press of bodies. One of her girlfriends—Teresa, the chesty one—tugged at her hand, reeling her toward the dance floor.