He continued north up Great Victoria Street, past the curious fusion of old and new that makes up the face of central Belfast-the constant reminders that these few blocks have been bombed and rebuilt countless times. The city center was bathed in yellow sodium light, but Black Sheep knew that West Belfast, his destination, would feel like the wartime blackout. Night falls early on a winter’s night in Belfast morning dawns slowly. The air smelled of the sea and faintly of the rusting shipyards of Belfast Lough.

He wore a dark green oilskin coat with a brown corduroy collar. Twenty minutes before Dillon’s death, a short distance to the east, his killer hurried along the pavements of Belfast city center through a cold rain. He tells a fascinating story for, not just to, readers.”Įamonn Dillon of Sinn Fein was the first to die, and he died because he planned to stop for a pint of lager at the Celtic Bar before heading up the Falls Road to a meeting in Andersontown. Silva brings diverse forces together in a credible conclusion. He conveys rich images and deep emotions without getting mired in ponderous prose or unnecessary detail. Silva, who’s debut, The Unlikely Spy, put the WWII thriller back on the map, brings the genre up to date with a vengeance in an exhilarating story that roots razzle-dazzle espionage heroics in contemporary political headlines.”ĭaniel Silva’s The Mark of the Assassin is a worthy follow to his acclaimed debut, The Unlikely Spy, and bolsters his status as a master writer of espionage and intrigue… His wring is clean, crisp, and compelling. And he keeps readers guessing.”Ī gleefully inventive series of plot twists…. Split-second suspense by an inventive ace of the genre.”Ĭompulsively enjoyable… Silva keeps the double-crosses moving at a frenzied clip.”Ī taut spy thriller… Silva’s writing is clean, his characterizations pithy. A terrific thriller… One of the best-drawn fictional assassins since The Day of the Jackal.”

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