Something damned strange was happening to the weather. Not just freakish blizzards in the Sahara, but typhoons, hurricanes, floods, and snow, snow, more snow.
The meteorologists were predicting a New Ice Age. But they fooled nobody, least of all the CIA and its Russian counterpart, the KGB.The old quip─"don't just talk, do something"─was being tightly followed by someone, somewhere. So they met together and selected an elite team to get to the bottom of the "miracle".
Durell headed the team, into the outer reaches of Sweden. And in the foreboding wastelands he hoped to find the mad scientist who was the key figure in the whole set-up.
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