Best Douglas Preston Book Novels & Stories

Preston stared at the guy holding a baby "Let's start with who you are" "My name is Douglas but most people call me Doug. I would shake your hand if my hands weren't full" he said so cheerfully earning himself an instant dislike. Preston didn't like cheerful people. They were either too nice or psychopaths "You have a last name, Doug?" "O'Leary" "Okay O'Leary, what do you do?" "He's a handyman" Thea answered for him making Preston give her a stinky side eye

“The things they used on the vampires… interrupting their healing abilities. What was that?” “You should know better than me,” Preston answers, his voice bitter. “You worked for Douglas, didn’t you?” “This was never his intention. Turning his research into weapons. He only wanted to do good.” “You know what they say about the road to hell,” Preston opines. He sighs dramatically. “We should probably get some rest. Goddess only knows what fresh new hell the humans will dream up next.” I quickly move along before the men come out of the parlour and see me here, listening in on their conversation.

It was done in secrecy, with only the witnesses provided by Eliza to validate its authenticity. Douglas was a twenty-seven-year-old civil war veteran from Pennsylvania who went west to prospect for gold. He mined long enough to accrue a small financial safety net and acquire a respectable piece of land to ranch in northern Texas. He boasted a small herd of cattle, a solid barn that housed a hearty pig, a milking cow, some chickens, a robust garden, and the beginnings of a house that was strategically placed on the land to allow plenty of room to add on when the children arrived. It lacked only a wife to make it complete.

Preston said, reaching over to pat my hand. In the short drive, Preston had become my unofficial biographer. He knew I was seventeen, that I’d spent six years rotting in the West Coast sun, and that I had a visceral, burning hatred for silver-maple trees. In return, I knew he was a Christmas Eve baby, a Miami transplant, and that he’d once been nearly kidnapped by a rogue pack in the Everglades. We just worked. It was the first time since landing back in D.C. that I didn't feel like I was carrying a dagger between my teeth.

Gray hissed, and he continued solemnly, "Actually, I do have a suitable candidate. Do you remember Douglas Preston? He was one of your former associates, wasn't he?" "Douglas Preston… He's my mom's former assistant!" An image of a refined, mature face flashed in my mind. Douglas had always been cool and composed, yet he had been steadfast during his service to my mother and I. He was also fully involved in handling my mother's affairs after her passing. "Yes, it's him. I thought he could be a great asset, but he's been struggling with securing a new job since he left Jones Corporation. His new company conducted a background check, and they found out that his peer reviews from Jones Corporati

Preston said smugly, while Douglas nodded. Douglas had read the booklet and was shocked. He thought it was a miracle. He found a profound improvement in his understanding of medicine after reading the booklet. According to Preston, Philip had a lot of such things. “Are you serious? How did you get to know him?” Goddard was in disbelief. He did not want to believe that Preston became his teacher’s student first. That would mess up their ranking! “Action speaks louder than words. Let me show you a video and you can see if that person is your so-called teacher!”

Grate she said. This sweet masculine tone looks familiar but it looks as if I can’t recognize you. Could you please tell me who you are? I am Douglas. I don’t think we have met before. Ah Douglas, are you the one who bought the martial arts book from me right? And you said you were practicing martial arts, aren’t you? Yes, I am the one I said with passion.