The Flight of the Phoenix
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They are twelve men who shouldn't be alive. They have survived the sudden blinding sandstorm that crippled their air freighter. Survived a desperate crash landing in the Sahara of Central Libya. Survived to face the slow, dry, agonizing death of the desert. Twelve men with one hope: to build a new plane from the wreckage of their Skytruck and make a flight out of hell.
Only one man could build such a plane: Stringer, the brilliant and obsessed engineer. Only one man could fly it: Towns, the arrogant and tormented pilot. Both had been aboard the Skytruck, but both are mortal enemies whose consuming hatred for each other is a danger greater than the desert itself.
[This All-Time Classic Thriller was twice made into a major motion picture in 1965 & in 2004]
his own watch. He had no idea by how little or how much this man was mad, or how much it would take to send him over the edge. All he knew was that he would no more walk into the desert with Cobb than he would ride into it on a tiger. Moran had said, “It’s not always hunger or thirst or the heat or the distance you have to go . . .” “There’s a risk of our getting lost out there.” He heard his words forming without having thought them out properly. He noticed that Cobb’s breathing was heavy. The
the dunes, their long shadows rippling across the sand. Until the two of them were out of sight, the others remained standing, as if at some ceremony at sundown. Towns’ thick legs were astride and he gazed across the purpling sands with a kind of longing for those two men to get through alive; because two were dead and Kepel was going to die, and the score was mounting against him. 57 Elleston Trevor Moran, beside him, had his narrow head on one side as he watched the two men nearing the mouth
and with only half the original thrust we shall still have a reserve of power. Of course there’ll be excessive parasite drag because we shall have to lodge ourselves outside the boom, on outriggers made from the original tubular-metal seats; but the profile drag will be less, because we leave the hull behind.” Moran said, “There’s a whole lot of sheet stuff to make fairings of.” He dared to look at Towns, who was sitting as before, knees drawn up, head against the hull, eyes shut. “We shall fair
of the desert, and they were alone again. “They wouldn’t have seen us,” he said slowly, “even if we’d set the whole wreck on fire.” He wiped his hand over his beard. “She’s up there thirty thousand feet. She’s on course and on schedule and everything’s going fine on the flight deck, though it’s a little boring now she’s reached her ceiling and there’s nothing else to do. Any minute now they’ll buzz the cabin staff and ask for coffee, 120 THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX to break up the boredom, and
light voice unsteady in its rage. “My name is Stringer. Please remember. Stringer.” He walked across to the hull and climbed through the doorway. 130 CHAPTER 11 THE CRICKET SANG. IT FLEW IN THE BLUE SKY, spinning and singing. When it fell he tried to catch it and eat it but his arm was pinned to the ground and the song clicked on beside him. The crickets battered themselves to death against the door screens and the Arab boys picked them up and took them to the cook and you could hear them