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Welcome to the opening chapters of my Berlin thriller, Blood Summit.
I wrote Blood Summit from my personal experience, after years of working with real terrorist incidents and real intelligence agencies. I have exercised with special forces and fired live rounds at their training facilities. This is the real thing.
What if the leaders of the eight most powerful countries in the world were taken hostage by terrorists, who then starting executing them live on-line in a facility designed to be impregnable?
What if you knew how to stop the slaughter, but no-one would listen to you and those you loved were amongst the hostages?
“Utterly gripping: I devoured it” – Edmund de Waal, author of “The Hare with Amber Eyes”
“Blood Summit is a cracker. Pimm has hit the ground running” – Matthew Parris.
You can find Blood Summit on Amazon as a paperback or, for instant download, an e-book. For a sample, read on.
A novel by Robert Pimm
Two years earlier
There were children playing in the street outside her door. Turkish, Uli Wenger guessed from their dark skin and bright clothes. He walked around them. The first insect Uli ever killed had been a child. Today, he had more important business.
The surface of the door was rough with dirt and spray paint. Sixteen buzzers studded the wall. The target lived on the third floor. Uli pressed the button by her name.
There was a crackle. ‘Yes?’
‘Post,’ Uli said. ‘A package.’
‘OK.’ The door popped open.
The hallway was cool and dark and smelled of damp stone. Two bicycles (more…)
Vor kurzem war ich zu Besuch in Berlin. Ich habe den Reichstag besichtigt: die Kulisse für meinen Berlin-Roman Blood Summit.
Blood Summit gibt es noch nicht auf Deutsch – ich suche einen Verlag. Aber wenn Sie gern wissen würden, worum es geht, schauen Sie bitte dieses Video an. Und wenn Sie noch mehr Infos möchten, schreiben Sie mir! Oben rechts, “Contact me”. Das geht ganz einfach.
Blood Summit ist ein echter Thriller: viel Blut, viel Action, unterhaltsam und schnell zu lesen. Die perfekte Lektüre, wenn Sie English einigermaßen beherrschen, und auch für Buch- und Lesegruppen gut geeignet.
Happy reading! Viel Vergnügen beim Lesen!
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P.P.S. Thanks to the lovely Sibylle Trost for the video and the lovely Andrea Linecker for teaching me German. Excellent professionals.
P.P.P.S You can get hold of a copy of Blood Summit thus:
(i) go to Amazon.de (or your local Amazon if you live somewhere else). You can order a paperback or download a copy for your Kindle or e-book;
(ii) if you live in Vienna, stroll along to Shakespeare & Company at Sterngasse 2. It’s a terrific bookshop and stocks many other books in addition to Blood Summit;
(iii) come to one of my readings.
A recent reading at Cafe Korb in Vienna
I usually have books at my readings (see piano in the picture above) which I will be delighted to sign for you. At the readings, I usually read a couple of chapters and then answer questions; up to now, people have seemed to enjoy them. If you buy a paperback elsewhere and bring it along, I’ll be happy to sign it, too.
(iv) if you want to read the book for free you can take a 30-day trial membership of “Kindle Unlimited” which permits you to read books on Kindle, including Blood Summit, for free. Or you may already be a member of Kindle Unlimited. I’ve been surprised how many readers access the book this way.
I recently visited Berlin to take another look at the city in which my thriller Blood Summit is set.
My goal was the Reichstag, where much of the novel takes place. It is a sombre building with a tragic history of arson, destruction, occupation and dereliction. In Blood Summit it takes more punishment. Yet on a sunny day it can look quite innocuous:
The lawn in front of the Reichstag suggests accessibility and openness: features of the building which are problematic in “Blood Summit”
I was delighted to meet film maker Sibylle Trost at the Reichstag (click on the link for her website, also available in German). Sibylle, whose documentaries for German TV receive audiences of four million and who also works freelance for companies and others, is a fan of Blood Summit and generously made a top quality video of my first reading from the book, in Vienna in 2018 (links in bold italics are to other posts on this site). (more…)
Many people come to this site in order to read my thriller Blood Summit.
You can get hold of a copy of Blood Summit thus:
(ii) if you live in Vienna (or even if you don’t), stroll along to Shakespeare & Company at Sterngasse 2. It’s a terrific bookshop and (more…)
Here is the text of Chapter 6 of my Berlin thriller Blood Summit.
“Terrorist Uli Wenger meets a mysterious Russian.”
Enjoy! You can read the first six chapters of Blood Summit together here.
The Reichstag dome. Bad things happen here in “Blood Summit”
BLOOD SUMMIT: CHAPTER 6
One day, Uli Wenger thought, he would be tagged. If he lived that long. The technology existed: the state would inject a chip into each citizen and track them by satellite. If Uli were in charge, he would have people tagged tomorrow. He would want to know where everyone was, so he could torment them as they had tormented him.
But for now, there were no tags. That was good. Otherwise, what he planned for tomorrow would be impossible. The insects had saved him. The insects hated change. They liked their old-fashioned ID cards, which could be forged and bought and fixed. (more…)
The US President, British Prime Minister, German Chancellor, Russian President and other G8 leaders are taken hostage by terrorists at a summit in Berlin.
Rescue is impossible.
One after another, hostages are executed at point-blank range, killings streamed live, bodies left on show for fifteen minutes to prove that they are dead.
Then the U.S. President is thrown into the killing chair – and shots ring out.
Who is to blame for this cataclysm? Who can resolve the crisis – against a background of terrorist demands which seem impossible to meet, yet which have demonstrators massing outside the Reichstag to support the hostage-takers? (more…)
Here is the text of Chapter 5 of my Berlin thriller Blood Summit.
“In which Helen Gale gets into even more trouble.”
The Reichstag dome. Warning: bad things happen here in “Blood Summit”
BLOOD SUMMIT: CHAPTER 5
Helen watched Sir Leonard Lennox grow angry. It was a rare, but frightening sight. Even when the ambassador was calm, his rugged features tended to darken in response to obstacles or unreason. Now, the combination of brilliant white bandages and a choleric outburst made his face look black with rage.
‘They say what?‘
Basil Nutter grimaced, glanced around the conference table and said nothing. Decades of experience in the back rooms of embassies from Abidjan to Yerevan had left the wizened but career-challenged diplomat equipped with two convictions. The first was that the key to a contented life was to avoid drawing attention to yourself. The second was that efforts by governments to influence the media were at best pointless and in most cases counter-productive. Basil was arguably, therefore, ill-fitted to the job of embassy press officer. He seemed physically to have shrunk as the Summit loomed. This morning’s blast had left his brow, and his suit, more deeply creased than ever.
Helen had been thinking of the injured child in the street. She saw Basil’s plight and intervened.
‘Ambassador,’ she said. ‘You need a cigarette. Possibly two.’
‘First sensible idea I’ve heard all day.’ A lighter and a packet of Benson and Hedges were in the ambassador’s big hands in an instant. ‘And before you say anything, Jason, this is an emergency. Since the windows have been blown out by a terrorist bomb, we’re technically outside anyway.’
Jason Short said nothing, but looked at the overwhelmingly intact windows and pursed his lips.
The ambassador lit a cigarette, blew a stream of smoke towards the ceiling, and turned to Basil. (more…)