1999, ISBN: 9780870951152

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Ballantine Books. Good. 4.2 x 1 x 6.8 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 608 pages. Cover worn.<br>On a cold day in January President Kerr y Kilcannon takes the oath of office-- a… Mehr…

Ballantine Books. Good. 4.2 x 1 x 6.8 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 608 pages. Cover worn.<br>On a cold day in January President Kerr y Kilcannon takes the oath of office-- and within days makes his first, most important move: appointing a new Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Kilcannon's choice is a female judge with a brill iant record. And a secret. While the Senate spars over Caroline Masters' nomination, an inflammatory abortion rights case is mak ing its way toward the judge--and will explode into the headlines . Suddenly, the most divisive issue in America turns the Presiden t's nomination into all-out war. And from Judge Masters to a cons ervative, war-hero senator facing a crisis of conscience and a fi fteen-year-old girl battling for her future, no one will be safe. Protect and Defend takes us on a riveting journey between what i s legal, what is right . . . and the price of finally knowing the difference. Editorial Reviews Review PROTECT AND DEFEND IS A W INNER. . . . ENGROSSING FROM THE FIRST PAGE . . . Patterson crank [s] up a wild ride on a roller coaster of morality, politics, and emotions. --USA Today POWERFUL . . . RIVETING FROM BEGINNING TO END . . . With Protect and Defend, Richard North Patterson lays further claim to being one of America's best contemporary popular novelists. --The Detroit News BRILLIANT . . . PATTERSON HAS CAU GHT LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE. . . . PUT THIS ONE AT THE TOP OF YOUR HOT LIST. --STEPHEN KING From the Inside Flap y in January Presi dent Kerry Kilcannon takes the oath of office-- and within days m akes his first, most important move: appointing a new Chief Justi ce of the Supreme Court. Kilcannon's choice is a female judge wit h a brilliant record. And a secret. While the Senate spars over Caroline Masters' nomination, an inflammatory abortion rights ca se is making its way toward the judge--and will explode into the headlines. Suddenly, the most divisive issue in America turns the President's nomination into all-out war. And from Judge Masters to a conservative, war-hero senator facing a crisis of conscience and a fifteen-year-old girl battling for her future, no one will be safe. Protect and Defend takes us on a riveting journey betwe en what is legal, what is right . . . and the price of finally kn owing the difference. From the Back Cover On a cold day in Janua ry President Kerry Kilcannon takes the oath of office-- and withi n days makes his first, most important move: appointing a new Chi ef Justice of the Supreme Court. Kilcannon's choice is a female j udge with a brilliant record. And a secret. While the Senate spa rs over Caroline Masters' nomination, an inflammatory abortion ri ghts case is making its way toward the judge--and will explode in to the headlines. Suddenly, the most divisive issue in America tu rns the President's nomination into all-out war. And from Judge M asters to a conservative, war-hero senator facing a crisis of con science and a fifteen-year-old girl battling for her future, no o ne will be safe. Protect and Defend takes us on a riveting journe y between what is legal, what is right . . . and the price of fin ally knowing the difference. About the Author Richard North Patt erson's ten previous novels include six consecutive international bestsellers. His novels have won an Edgar Allan Poe Award and th e Grand Prix de Littérature Policière. Formerly a trial lawyer in Washington and San Francisco, Mr. Patterson also served as an as sistant attorney general in Ohio and as the SEC's liaison to the Watergate special prosecutor. He now serves on the boards of Comm on Cause, the Family Violence Prevention Fund, Handgun Control In c., and Ohio Wesleyan University. He lives with his wife, Laurie, and their family in San Francisco and on Martha's Vineyard. Exc erpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. I, Kerry Fr ancis Kilcannon . . . In a high clear voice, carrying a trace of Irish lilt, Kerry Kilcannon repeated the historic phrases intone d by Chief Justice Roger Bannon. The two men faced each other on the patio which fronted the west side of the Capitol, surrounded by guests and officeholders and watched from greater distances b y thousands of well-wishers who covered the grounds below. The no onday was bright but chill; a heavy snow had fallen overnight, an d the mist of Bannon's words hung in the air between them. Though Kerry wore the traditional morning coat, those around him huddle d with their collars up and hands shoved in the pockets of much h eavier coats. Protected only by his traditional robe, the Chief J ustice looked bloodless, an old man who shivered in the cold, hei ghtening the contrast with Kerry Kilcannon. Kerry was forty-two, and his slight frame and thatch of chestnut hair made him seem s tartlingly young for the office. At his moment of accession, both humbling and exalting, the three people he loved most stood near : his mother, Mary Kilcannon; Clayton Slade, his closest friend a nd the new Chief of Staff; and his fiancée, Lara Costello, a broa dcast journalist who enhanced the aura of youth and vitality whic h was central to Kerry's appeal. When Kerry Kilcannon enters a ro om, a commentator had observed, he's in Technicolor, and everyone else is in black-and-white. Despite that, Kerry knew with regre t, he came to the presidency a divisive figure. His election last November had been bitter and close: only at dawn of the next mor ning, when the final count in California went narrowly to Kerry, had Americans known who would lead them. Few, Kerry supposed, wer e more appalled than Chief Justice Roger Bannon. It was an open secret that, at seventy-nine, Bannon had long wished to retire: f or eight years under Kerry's Democratic predecessor, the Chief Ju stice had presided grimly over a sharply divided Court, growing s o pale and desiccated that he came, in Kerry's mind, to resemble parchment. Seemingly all that had sustained him was the wish for a Republican president to appoint his successor, helping maintain Bannon's conservative legacy; in a rare moment of incaution, con veyed to the press, Bannon had opined at a dinner party that Kerr y was ruthless, intemperate, and qualified only to ruin the Court . The inaugural's crowning irony was that the Chief Justice was h ere, obliged by office to effect the transfer of power to another Democrat, this one the embodiment of all Bannon loathed. Whoever imagined that ours was a government of laws and not men, Kerry t hought wryly, could not see Bannon's face. Yet he was here to do his job, trembling with cold, and Kerry could not help but feel s ympathy and a measure of admiration. . . . do solemnly swear tha t I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States . . . The outgoing president watched from Kerry's left, gray and worn, a cautionary portrait of the burdens awaiting him. Yet there were at least two others nearby who already hoped to t ake Kerry's place: his old antagonist from the Senate, Republican Majority Leader Macdonald Gage; and Senator Chad Palmer, Chairma n of the Judiciary Committee, a second Republican whose rivalry w ith Gage and friendship with Kerry did not disguise his cheerful conviction that he would be a far better president than either. K erry wondered which man the Chief Justice was hoping would depose him four years hence, and whether Bannon would live that long. . . . and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and d efend the Constitution of the United States. Firmly, as though t o override the old man's hesitance, Kerry completed the oath. At that wondrous instant, the summit of two years of striving and r esolve, Kerry Francis Kilcannon became President of the United St ates. A rough celebratory chorus rose from below. Mustering a fa int smile, Bannon shook his hand. Congratulations, the Chief Jus tice murmured and then, after a moment's pause, he added the word s Mr. President. At 12:31, both sobered and elated by the challe nge await- ing him, President Kerry Kilcannon concluded his inaug ural address. There was a deep momentary quiet and then a rising swell of applause, long and sustained and, to Kerry, reassuring. Turning to those nearest, he looked first toward Lara Costello. Instead, he found himself staring at Chief Justice Bannon. Banno n raised his hand, seeming to reach out to him, a red flush stain ing his cheeks. One side of his face twitched, and then his eyes rolled back into his head. Knees buckling, the Chief Justice slow ly collapsed. Before Kerry could react, three Secret Service age nts surrounded the new president, uncertain of what they had seen . The crowd below stilled; from those closer at hand came cries o f shock and confusion. He's had a stroke, Kerry said quickly. I' m fine. After a moment, they released his arms, clearing the sma ll crush of onlookers surrounding the fallen Chief Justice. Senat or Chad Palmer had already turned Bannon over and begun mouth-to- mouth resuscitation. Kneeling beside them, Kerry watched Palmer's white-blond head press against the Chief Justice's ashen face. C had's cheeks trembled with the effort to force air down a dead ma n's throat. Turning at last, Palmer murmured to Kerry, I think h e's gone. As ever in the presence of death, Kerry experienced a frisson of horror and pity. Chad touched his arm. They'll need to see you, Mr. President. To know that you're all right. Belatedl y, Kerry nodded. He stood, turning, and saw his mother and Lara, their stunned expressions mirroring his own. Only then did he reg ister what Chad Palmer, whose former appellation for Kerry was pa l, had called him. At once, Kerry felt the weight of his new res ponsibilities, both substantive and symbolic. He had asked the co untry to look to him, and this was no time to falter. Kerry step ped back to the podium, glancing back as paramedics bore the Chie f Justice to an ambulance. The crowd below milled in confusion. Gazing out, Kerry paused, restoring his own equanimity. Time seem ed to stop for him. It was a trick he had learned before addressi ng a jury and, even now, it served. Above the confusion, Kerry's voice rang out. The Chief Justice, he announced, has collapsed, and is on his way to the hospital. His words carried through the wintry air to the far edge of the crowd. I ask for a moment of q uiet, he continued, and for your prayers for Chief Justice Bannon . Stillness fell, a respectful silence. But there would be litt le time, Kerry realized, to reflect on Roger Bannon's passing. Th e first days of his administration had changed abruptly, and thei r defining moment was already ordained: his submission to the Sen ate of a new Chief Justice who, if confirmed, might transform the Court. The ways in which this would change his own life-and that of others here, and elsewhere-was not yet within his contemplati on. Two On a bleak, drizzly afternoon, typical of San Francisco in January, Sarah Dash braced herself for another confrontation. It was abortion day and, despite the weather, demonstrators rin ged the converted Victorian which served as the Bay Area Women's Clinic. Sarah monitored them from its porch, ignoring the dampnes s of her dark, curly hair, her grave brown eyes calm yet resolute . But beneath this facade, she was tense. This was the first test of the new court order she had obtained, over bitter opposition from pro-life attorneys, to protect access to the clinic. Though, at twenty-nine, Sarah had been a lawyer for less than five years , her job was to enforce the order. Today, she guessed, there we re at least two hundred. Most were peaceful. Some knelt on the si dewalks in prayer. Others carried placards bearing pictures of bl oody fetuses or calling abortion murder. With a few of the regula rs-the graying priest who engaged Sarah in gentle argument, the g randmother who offered her homemade cookies-Sarah had formed a re lationship which was, despite yawning differences in social outlo ok, based on mutual respect. But the militant wing of the Christi an Commitment, the ones who called her baby-killer, filled her wi th unease. Almost always, they were men-often single and in thei r twenties, Sarah had learned-and their aim was to quash abortion through fear and shame. For weeks they had accosted anyone who c ame: first the doctors and nurses who arrived to work-whom they a ddressed by name, demanding that they wash the blood off their ha nds, then the women who wanted their services. Before Sarah had g one to court, the militants had effectively shut the clinic down. Now Sarah's mandate was clear: to ensure that any woman brave o r desperate enough to come for an abortion could have one. But th e only access to the clinic was a concrete walk from the sidewalk to the porch where Sarah stood. The court's zone of protection-a five foot bubble around each patient-would permit the demonstrat ors to surround the patient until she reached the porch. To comba t this gauntlet, Sarah had designed a system: once a patient call ed, setting a time for arrival, the clinic sent out a volunteer i n a bright orange vest to escort her. All Sarah could do now was hope it worked. As Sarah surveyed the crowd, she noticed a distu rbing number of new faces, men whom she had not seen here before. Their presence, she guessed, was yet another tactic of the Chris tian Commitment: to use fresh recruits who could claim that the c ourt order did not cover them. But a spate of anti-abortion viole nce-the murder of a doctor in Buffalo, three more killings at a c linic in Boston-had caused her to look out for strangers more tro ubled, and more dangerous, than even the Commitment might suspect . It was not the kind of judgment for which her training had prep ared her. Until her involvement with the clinic, the path of Sar ah's career had been smooth and without controversy: a scholarshi p to Stanford; an editorship on the law journal at Yale; a much s ought-after clerkship with one of the most respected female juris ts in the country, Caroline Masters of the United States Court of Appeals. Her associateship at Kenyon & Walker, a four-hundred-la wyer firm with a roster of corporate clients and a reputation for excellence, was both a logical progression and, perhaps, a first step toward a loftier ambition-to be, like Caroline Masters, a f ederal judge. And the only volunteer activity her schedule allowe d-enrolling in the firm's pro bono program-was encouraged by the partners, at least in theory, as an act of social responsibility. But after Sarah had taken the Christian Commitment to court, sh e had felt a clear, if subt, Ballantine Books, 2001, 2.5, Haldane Publishing, 1975. Hardcover in Dustjacket. 198p. : ill., maps on endpapers ; 23cm. First Edition. #1020 (Very Good+ in damaged dustjacket.)The personal observations of the author during World War 2. He was a sergeant with the 2/13th Australian Infantry Battalion. His other books include ‘Bayonets Abroad’, the unit unit of the 2/13th Australian Infantry Battalion. The 2/13th Infantry Battalion (also known as the “Devil’s Own”) was formed in April 1940 at Ingleburn army camp, south-west of Liverpool. The battalion was part of the 20th Brigade of the newly formed 7th Division. It completed basic training at Ingleburn before marching to Bathurst army camp to undergo subunit field training. In October the 20th Brigade, comprising the 2/13th, 2/15th, and 2/17th Battalions, sailed from Sydney Harbour for the Middle East. The brigade transferred to the newly formed 9th Division en route to Egypt. Arriving in November the battalion travelled by train to Palestine and went into camp at Kilo 89. Early in March 1941 the 9th Division moved into Cyrenaica replacing the 6th Division going to Greece.The Axis were also reorganising their forces. German forces landed at Tripoli, bolstering the Italians, and advanced east. The British were forced to evacuate Benghazi and fall back to Tobruk, referred to as the “Benghazi handicap”. The 2/13th covered the division’s withdrawal.The 2/13th was first complete Australian unit to fight German troops during the Second World War. The battle took place at Er Regima on 4 April 1940. The battalion was thinly spread along an 11 kilometre front against a German force of about 3,000 men. The battle began mid-afternoon and continued into the night. Outnumbered and vulnerable the battalion fought on until 10 pm before withdrawing. They initially moved of on foot but were soon picked up by trucks and driven 16 km east of Barce to rest.By 9 April the 2/13th joined the rest of the division at Tobruk. It helped defend the “fortress” for eight months, being the only Australian battalion to see out the siege. It planned to evacuate in October but was delayed when their convey was forced to turn back from enemy air attack. The battalion remained in Tobruk until the siege was lifted in December.The 9th Division returned to Palestine before going to Syria to perform garrison duties. The 2/13th rejoined the division at Lattakia.By July 1942 the war in North Africa was critical for the British Eighth Army. German and Italian forces had reached El Alamein, about seventy miles from Alexandria. The 9th Division rushed to Alamein and held the northern sector for almost four months while the Eighth Army reinforced under new a commander. The 2/13th reached the forward British defences in mid-July and moved to Tel El Eisa in early-August. It fought in the Alamein battle from 23 October to 5 November 1942.The 9th Division was recalled to Australia to face a new enemy – the Japanese. The 2/13th left Egypt in January 1943 and disembarked at Sydney in February. After leave and jungle training on the Atherton Tablelands in Queensland in August the battalion embarked for Milne Bay in Papua.On 4 September the battalion departed Milne Bay on landing craft and landed on Red Beach, north-west of Lae, without casualties. It carried out subsequent jungle operations until Lae fell 12 days later. The battalion also landed at Scarlet Beach near Finschhafen on 22 September, helping defend the area against Japanese counter-attack.The 2/13th returned to Australia in March 1944, disembarking in Brisbane. After leave, it reformed at Ravenshoe and did not return to action until the final months of the war.Towards the end of April the 9th Division was transported to Morotai to prepare for amphibious landings on Borneo as part of the OBOE operations. The 2/13th landed at Brunei on 10 June before making another landing in the Miri–Lutong area ten days later. The battalion captured the Lutong airfield and oil tanks and moved inland along the Pujut Road to the Pujut oilfields. It then moved along Canada Hill to Lobang, where it remained until the end of the war. Elizabeth's Bookshops have been one of Australia's premier independent book dealers since 1973. 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1999, ISBN: 9780870951152

Golden West Books, 1999, 1999. Soft cover. Collectible, Fine. Oblong quarto, soiftcover, fine in orange pictorial wraps. 71 pp. presents a historical and pictorial survey of the elect… Mehr…

Golden West Books, 1999, 1999. Soft cover. Collectible, Fine. Oblong quarto, soiftcover, fine in orange pictorial wraps. 71 pp. presents a historical and pictorial survey of the electric railways operating around San Francisco Bay from World War II to the present time. Features the Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART), the streetcar operations of the East Bay Transit Co., the Red Trains of Southern Pacific commuter rail operation known as the Interurban Electric Railway, and the transbay services of the Key System. An authoritative and richly illustrated work, Golden West Books, 1999, 1999, 5<