For Your Eyes Only (James Bond)

For Your Eyes Only (James Bond)

Ian Fleming

Language: English

Pages: 191

ISBN: 1612185517

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A departure from the full-length James Bond novels, For Your Eyes Only is a stunning collection of five stories that sends 007 to Bermuda, Berlin, and beyond, and places him in the dangerous company of adversaries of all varieties. Titular

“From a View to a Kill” whisks Bond to the French countryside where he must go undercover to expose a deadly secret-intelligence plot, and in “For Your Eyes Only,” 007 is absorbed into a private vendetta of M’s, blurring the lines between the personal and professional. In “Quantum of Solace,” Bond attends a dinner party in the Bahamas and learns how passion can soon twist into cruelty, while “Risico” forces the secret agent to fight for the lesser of two evils in a smuggling war set amid the Mediterranean. Finally, “The Hildebrand Rarity” lands 007 in an old-fashioned murder mystery at sea, where even he has a secret to keep.

A collection of both classic intrigue and intrepid self-examination, For Your Eyes Only packs full, vibrant worlds into five classic tales.

The text in this edition has been restored by the Fleming family company Ian Fleming Publications, to reflect the work as it was originally published.

The Butterfly Effect

Charity (Bernard Samson, Book 9)


Death Song (Kevin Kerney, Book 11)

The Nostradamus Prophecies





















the major’s fingers behind his back. Mrs. Havelock’s hand went up to her mouth. Colonel Havelock tried to say yes, but his mouth was dry. He swallowed noisily. He could not believe it. This mangy Cuban crook must be bluffing. He managed to say thickly, “Yes, it is.” Major Gonzales nodded curtly. “In that case, Colonel, my gentleman will carry on the negotiations with the next owner—with your daughter.” The fingers clicked. Major Gonzales stepped to one side to give a clear field of fire. The

carefully, “This man—I’ll call him Masters, Philip Masters—was almost a contemporary of mine in the Service. I was a year ahead of him. He went to Fettes and took a scholarship for Oxford—the name of the college doesn’t matter—and then he applied for the Colonial Service. He wasn’t a particularly clever chap, but he was hard working and capable and the sort of man who makes a good solid impression on interview boards. They took him into the Service. His first post was Nigeria. He did well in it.

underground weapon of war. That it is our old friends the Russians. No doubt it is some psychological warfare section of their intelligence apparatus. That I cannot tell you. Perhaps, my dear James”—Colombo smiled encouragingly—“they will send you to Moscow to find out. If that should happen, let us hope you will find some girl as charming as your friend Fraulein Lisl Baum to put you on the right road to the truth.” “What do you mean ‘my friend’? She’s yours.” Colombo shook his head. “My dear

scratches, the carefully camouflaged scratches, on the two trees. They were just at the height where, if one was carrying any kind of a cycle, the pedals might catch against the bark. It could all be a pipedream, but it was good enough for Bond. The only question in his mind was whether these people had made a one-time-only coup or whether they were so confident of their security that they would try again. He confided only in Station F. Mary Ann Russell told him to be careful. Head of F, more

slowly the single rose descended to join the others. Bond’s breath came out with a rush. He momentarily closed his eyes to rest them. Gypsies! If that piece of machinery was any evidence, inside the mound, deep down in the earth, was certainly the most professional left-behind spy unit that had ever been devised—far more brilliant than anything England had prepared to operate in the wake of a successful German invasion, far better than what the Germans themselves had left behind in the Ardennes.

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