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New Book By Jonar Nader – What Would You Kill For?

New book by Jonar Nader -- Author of How to Lose Friends and Infuriate People


Including A Special Offer From Jonar Nader


www.logictivity.com/ZtheNovel.htm

Purchase Online @ www.LoseFriends.com

Many of you know me as the author of 'How to Lose Friends and Infuriate People'. Today, I enter the world of fiction with my new book called 'Z'. You can go straight to www.Logictivity.com/ZtheNovel.htm

Z is the only book with a live battery-operated LCD screen on the front cover. Below, I have included Chapter One, along with a special offer that expires Thursday 28 April.

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RAVE REVIEWS

The book has been reviewed by current and former military and intelligence officials from the CIA, FBI, ASIO, ASIS, and the KGB, including the former chief of the Australian Defence Force, Admiral Chris Barrie, who said:

'Hang on to your seats, and open your eyes. I promise you that Jonar Nader's credible yet very frightening novel is compulsive reading. It will make you think deeply about where today's human race is headed. Nader mixes new and exciting technologies inside a globalised world that is controlled by multi-national corporations who are working beyond the limits of the nation-state. Along the way, ordinary people are swept up by events that turn into the ultimate of Faustian bargains!'

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Z is a philosophical thriller with fast-paced military action, espionage, corporate corruption, human greed, romantic tension, and scientific revelations that are both worrisome and enlightening.

The back cover says:

What would you fight for?
What would you die for?
What would you kill for?


www.logictivity.com/ZtheNovel.htm

Purchase Online @ www.LoseFriends.com

The 'war on terror' is merely child's play. There will come a time when terrorists will declare real war, on each other, and you'll be forced to take sides.

You've seen the horror that freedom-fighters can unleash. You've seen the devastation that demented terrorists can inflict. But could you combat the new breed of sophisticated terrorists who are intent on absolute power? Could you out-smart educated terrorists who seek retribution in the name of righteousness? Would you ever condone vigilante terrorists who commit the worst of acts for the purest of motives?

This novel is about a group of inspired terrorists whose actions not only changed the world, but also distorted it. They made their mark in a way that no dictator or fanatic had ever managed. No think-tank and no government had ever predicted such a scenario.

Would you fight for peace? Would you die for freedom? Would you kill for justice? Then again, what would convince you to surrender?

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Z - CHAPTER ONE

I do not know what it is like to have parents.

Until the age of twelve, I lived with Government-appointed guardians who were indifferent to my presence. To them, it was just a job.

At thirteen, I inherited a new set of guardians. They were heartless bureaucrats who controlled my every move. Eventually, they sent me to a special boarding school, and from that point, they administered my affairs via countless colored forms.

Seven days before my eighteenth birthday, an official letter arrived, instructing me to be ready at noon the following week. I hoped that it was not another transfer.

On the day, surrounded by classmates, I waited obediently and saw a black sedan enter the school grounds. The chauffeur drove me away, and two hours later, we arrived at a maximum-security penal complex called the Cumberland Center. It was a secret establishment that housed forgotten identities who were not only deserving of incarceration, but also of excommunication.

Within five minutes of arriving at the Center, I was directed into an office where a uniformed man told me something that no eighteen year old should have to hear without forewarning. 'You're about to meet your mother,' he said, as he motioned for me to follow. After a long walk through numerous corridors, he pointed to a room.

I had always thought that my mother was dead. Hence, I felt anchored to the floor. Eventually, I was ushered in, and the door closed behind me.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I stood like a prefect, waiting to be addressed. My eyes fixed on a slim attractive woman whose short blond hair shone under the lights. I wondered what she was thinking. Perhaps she was wondering what I was thinking. I do not recall my first words to her, and just as well because I have a feeling that I was either incoherent or inarticulate. But I do recall her eloquent response. She said, 'Now that I see your beautiful face, I can finally let go of the thousands of images that have flashed at me.'

Well, that was twelve months ago.

I was separated from my mother at birth. It was supposedly for my own good, but in truth, it was part of her punishment. Although she has never been tried in a court, the authorities voted that I should be raised by the State.

During the past year, I visited my mother almost every Sunday, between 10:05 am and 4:05 pm. We were never allowed to touch. The glass wall between our two cells was so thick that if one were to hurl a brick at it, I imagine she would not have heard the thump.

The only furniture in the visitor's room was a metal chair affixed to the floor in the center. Near the door was a small shelf on which they placed one plastic jug of water and one paper cup.

My mother's cell was even smaller. It contained a stainless steel toilet, a tiny washbasin, and a squeaky metal bed. When talking to me, she would sit on the bed, lean against the wall behind her, and cross her legs -- yoga-style.

HDW-1 is my mother's file ID. Her real name is Jane Cook. If it were not for one vital piece of information that she is withholding, she would have met with a fatal accident long ago. Bigwigs continue to obstruct the judicial process because they do not want her to testify. With or without a trial, she could well be locked up for the rest of her life.

My mother, or perhaps it would be easier if I referred to her as Jane, has never held me in her arms, and my desire to hug her might never be fulfilled. Although we spoke almost every week, I have no idea what she really sounds like. We communicated via a microphone in the ceiling that took our echoing voices to a monitoring room where I suspect we were recorded. Half a second later, the words were minced through crackling speakers. If I looked closely, I could detect a slight delay between Jane's lips and her voice.

I was forbidden from writing anything during the visits, so I took mental notes. Then, on the train trip home, I jotted the details while they were fresh in my mind, knowing that it was illegal for me to do so. During the past year, I have chronicled Jane's astonishing story. As a result, I am now a wanted man.

Jane had once been a conscientious lawyer who helped underprivileged women. When she repeatedly encountered injustice within the system, she switched careers, hoping to provide practical service as a doctor. But that dream was interrupted by the divorce. Accepting an end to a seven-year relationship, Jane was overwhelmed. With no money, no job, and several credit cards stacked to their limit, her prospects were grim. She blamed herself for trusting too much, loving too much, and giving so much that she had nothing left. Amidst emotional strain, and at the expense of her well-being, she immersed herself in study.

During my Sunday visits, I uncovered the truth and I understood why Jane was incarcerated. She had left her mark in a way that no dictator or terrorist had ever managed. No think-tank and no government had planned for, or even contemplated, such an eventuality. Jane did more than change the world -- she distorted it. As a result, every person alive at the time was affected. What transpired almost two decades ago was, and continues to be, beyond everyone's comprehension. Its effects are still unfolding, and every day brings new challenges that not even the greatest minds have been able to pre-empt.

It all started with a telephone call.

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SPECIAL OFFER

Z is available from all book stores in Australia and New Zealand. It is also available on-line at www.LoseFriends.com

If you place your order on-line before Thursday 28 April 2005, you will receive a copy of the audio CD called 'How to Lose Friends and Infuriate Your Boss', valued at A$25.00. When you place the order, please type 'A33' in the Comments section at the bottom of the secure on-line order form so that we can include the bonus CD with your order.

ENDS

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