John David Mann

NYT bestselling coauthor of "The Go-Giver" (1M+ copies sold), "Steel Fear" (Barry Award nominee), and "How to Write Good"

[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

FINN IS BACK. And he’s on the run. On his own.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Finn was well acquainted with the smell of death. When you got a full-on hit, it didn’t leave your nostrils for hours; even if you showered till the water went cold, the stink wouldn’t completely wash off.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

The sky poured out an ocean of hot rain, the drops smacking the highway’s asphalt like a battalion of nail guns, until it stopped as abruptly as it began, leaving the air as hot and heavy as before.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Flash floods were like freight trains made of water. And the worst thing you could do was what your instincts told you to do: try to escape by running downhill. The water would always outrun you.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Pedro felt a bubble of panic rising in his belly. There were no bears in El Yunque. No jaguars. No wolves. The thing tracking them went on two legs, not four.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

As they picked their way through the foliage, Pedro thought he could hear the scuffle of small animals slithering away from them under the quilt of dead leaves and fallen plants that blanketed the forest floor.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Fifteen-foot swells crashed down on them as thirty-two-knot winds buffeted from every direction. It was like being tossed in a food processor with a lunatic’s finger on the PULSE button.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Finn still remembered the faces of some he had killed, but none of those haunted his dreams. What tormented him were the lives he had tried to save. Tried and failed.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

They’d been together since they were teenagers, both refugees from the land of shattered childhoods. What they had together, as Carol explained it, was a kind of shared loneliness.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

A face poked up from the water and stared at him. A manatee. As the creature swam away a trail glowed behind it like strings of tiny mercury vapor lamps, sparkling for a few seconds before winking out into darkness.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

At night the forest lit up with a ghostly illumination cast by legions of click beetles and fireflies. Millions of moths filled the air. Bats and owls fluttered through the trees, gobbling up their flying breakfasts.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

The sound of Puerto Ricans in conversation fascinated Finn. It was like listening to a fast-moving mountain stream, spilling over rocks, hurtling through narrows and rivulets. Today the stream was at a slow trickle.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

It began to rain, a furious, full-fisted rain that pummeled the pavement like artillery shells.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Under the Jones Act, an old US law, goods brought into Puerto Rico had to be carried by US-owned vessels at far higher rates than foreign carriers. It was the central buckle in their crushing economic straitjacket.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

That ability to evade notice and slip into the spectrum of invisibility had made him a legend in sniper school. The joke was, anyone could disappear in a crowd; Finn could disappear in a crowd of two.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

The smell of old fish hung in the air. There were no sounds but the cries of terns and slap! of pelicans hitting the water, and underneath that the soft thrum of the surf, the ocean’s heartbeat.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

“The man with the million-dollar memory,” they called him. He could surveil a territory once and reproduce it in detailed sketches with startling accuracy. So why couldn’t he remember his own parents’ faces?
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

The clock was ticking, and each tick cut deeper into his chances of finding the two children alive. If they were still alive.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Carol said it started in the hospital, when he was eight. “Nobody came to rescue you. I think that’s why you became a rescue swimmer. You do for other people what no one was there to do for you.”
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

There were layers to his haunting, sediments of suffering that had grown around him over the years like barnacles, and they clung with a fierce persistence.
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[John David Mann @JohnDavidMann]

Finn’s memories of himself as a child were like looking the wrong way through a telescope—with a few cracks in the lens.
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