Investigating demonic activities in South America, Remo and Chiun find themselves battling a guerrilla army of Aztec Indians and inhuman demons led by the god-figures of ancient Mexico, with only the avatar of Shiva the Destroyer to protect them.

La déesse cannibale

Totem atomique

During a CIA budget war, a group of assassins mistakenly triggers an ingenious CIA plot originally planned in the 1950s--and a worldwide killing spree of top-level Russian officials begins ... Only the Destroyer, with the all-wise Chiun and the ever-wild Ruby, can stop them from reaching their primary target--the Russian premier! However, in the midst of all this carnage, Chiun still wants Remo and Ruby to create a super baby as heir to Sinanju, before the government's budget cuts wipe out welfare funds! How will The Destroyer cope with life and death, love and procreation, all at once?

Tovaritch cow-boy

Breathlessly action-packed and boasting a winning combination of thrills, humour and mysticism, the Destroyer is one of the bestselling series of all time.

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L'héroïne de la mafia

Menace cosmique

Biftons Bidons

The president is calling. Dr. Harold W. Smith, head of the secret agency known as CURE, took the phone from the bottom left drawer of his desk and answered with a sigh, "Yes, sir." The President of the United States could not directly assign CURE to do anything, he could only suggest. The one and only order any president could give CURE would be for its immediate dissolution. And five presidents now hadn't quite done that. Though all five were often tempted. "What do you know about the Lippincott case?" the Southern voice asked. Smith regurgitated a two-page, single-spaced capsule of hard information. "Uh, huh. Well, I hear there's a plot to kill all the Lippincotts, and it has something to do with animals. Weird experiments, like," "I see," Smith gagged. "Yeah, and I think it involves my having the Lippincotts use their clout to open up new trading markets in China." The hint was clear. The White House would like the Destroyer to take a look at the situation. "You'll be using those two, I suppose?" Smith rolled his eyes upward, "I imagine so." "Whatever you say," he drawled, "just, er, um, tell them to keep the deaths down.

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