Court Gentry is known as The Gray Man– a legend in the covert realm, moving silently from job to job, accomplishing the impossible, and then fading away.
And he always hits his target. But there are forces more lethal than Gentry in the world. And in their eyes, Gentry has just outlived his usefulness.
Now, he is going to prove that for him, there is no gray area between killing for a living– and killing to stay alive.
“Hard, fast, and unflinching—exactly what a thriller should be.”
“In Greaney’s fast-paced, fun debut thriller, Court “The Gray Man” Gentry, a former CIA operative now renowned as the ultimate killer for hire, is on the job in Syria and Iraq. To his shock, he learns that a team sent in to rescue him now has him targeted for elimination. On the run, Gentry slowly realizes that huge forces are marshaling against him, from his former government to the one man in England he always trusted. With unbelievable powers of survival, the Gray Man eludes teams of killers and deadly traps, while the reader begins to cheer for this unlikely hero. Cinematic battles and escapes fill out the simplistic but satisfying plot, and Greaney deftly provides small details to show Gentry’s human side, offset by the petty rivalries and greed of his enemies.” (Oct.)
“There’s probably a cheetah on the Serengeti who can get a gazelle moving faster than Mark Greaney gets The Gray Man into overdrive, but it takes serious power to keep up the chase right to the kill; from the deeply satisfying opening scene – ten Iraqi jihadis about to butcher a captured GI get their tickets punched by a lone sniper – to the bloody finale in a chateau near the Normandy coast, Greaney keeps this vengeance story red-lined and blistering as a hired killer known as The Gray Man burns like det-cord through a small army of trained killers in Prague, Zurich, Paris and beyond as he zeroes in on the wealthy French aristocrat who betrayed him; sharp-edged writing as smooth as stainless-steel and a hero as mean as razor-wire, The Gray Man glitters like a blade in an alley.”
“Here is a debut novel like a well-honed dagger: sharp, merciless, and deadly. ”
“Mark Greaney’s THE GRAY MAN is Bourne for the new millennium. Never has an assassin been rendered so real yet so deadly. This book strikes with the impact of a bullet to the chest. A debut not to be missed.”
“Assassins are usually the ones dealing out the bullets, but the tables have turned on Court Gentry, the ex-CIA hit man known as the Gray Man.”
“In book one of Mark Greaney’s popular thriller series, his dangerous hero’s stranded in Iraq after his latest assignment taking out a corrupt Nigerian businessman. It turns out his mark has an extremely powerful, vengeful brother—and now the Gray Man has a price on his head. Luckily for us, Court Gentry has a touch of Jason Bourne in his DNA and maybe a dash of John Wick, which is to say, he’s at his best when he’s behind the eight ball. The book’s adrenaline level leaps to DEFCON 1 from the get-go and stays there. Action sequences come fast and furious, and the Gray Man teeters on the edge of extinction right up to the end. Read this before your afternoon jog and you can probably double your calorie burn.”
A flash of light in the distant morning sky captured the attention of the Land Rover’s blood-soaked driver. Polarized Oakleys shielded his eyes from the brunt of the sun’s rays; still, he squinted through his windshield’s glare, desperate to identify the burning aircraft that now spun and hurtled towards earth, a smoldering comet’s tail of black smoke left hanging above it.
It was a helicopter, a large Army Chinook, and horrific though the situation must have been for those on board, the driver of the Land Rover breathed a subdued sigh of relief. His extraction transport was to be a Russian-built KA-32T, crewed by Polish mercenaries and flown in from over the border in Turkey. The driver found the dying Chinook regrettable but preferable to a dying KA-32T.
He watched the chopper spin in its uncontrolled descent, staining the blue sky directly in front of him with burning fuel.
He turned the Land Rover hard to the right and accelerated eastward. The blood-soaked driver wanted to get as far away from here as fast as possible. As much as he wished there was something he could do for the Americans on board the Chinook, he knew their fate was out of his hands.
