Robert Harris is the author of Enigma, Fatherland, and Archangel. He has been a television correspondent with the BBC and a newspaper columnist for the London Sunday Times. His novels have sold more than six million copies and been translated into thirty languages. He lives in Berkshire, England, with his wife and three children. From the Hardcover edition.

MARS 22 August Two days before the eruption CONTICINIUM [04:21 hours] A strong correlation has been found between the magnitude of eruptions and the length of the preceding interval of repose. Almost all very large, historic eruptions have come from volcanoes that have been dormant for centuries. JACQUES-MARIE BARDINTZEFF, ALEXANDER R. McBIRNEY, VOLCANOLOGY (SECOND EDITION) They left the aqueduct two hours before dawn, climbing by moonlight into the hills overlooking the portsix men in single file, the engineer leading. He had turfed them out of their beds himselfall stiff limbs and sullen, bleary facesand now he could hear them complaining about him behind his back, their voices carrying louder than they realized in the warm, still air. "A fool's errand," somebody muttered. "Boys should stick to their books," said another. He lengthened his stride. Let them prattle, he thought. Already he could feel the heat of the morning beginning to build, the promise of another day without rain. He was younger than most of his work gang, and shorter than any of them: a compact, muscled figure with cropped brown hair. The shafts of the tools he carried slung across his shouldera heavy, bronze-headed axe and a wooden shovelchafed against his sunburned neck. Still, he forced himself to stretch his bare legs as far as they would reach, mounting swiftly from foothold to foothold, and only when he was high above Misenum, at a place where the track forked, did he set down his burdens and wait for the others to catch up. He wiped the sweat from his eyes on the sleeve of his tunic. Such shimmering, feverish heavens they had here in the south! Even this close to daybreak, a great hemisphere of stars swept down to the horizon. He could see the horns of Taurus, and the belt and sword of the Hunter; there was Saturn, and also the Bear, and the constellation they called the Vintager, which always rose for Caesar on the twenty-second day of August, following the Festival of Vinalia, and signaled that it was time to harvest the wine. Tomorrow night the moon would be full. He raised his hand to the sky, his blunt-tipped fingers black and sharp against the glittering constellationsspread them, clenched them, spread them againand for a moment it seemed to him that he was the shadow, the nothing; the light was the substance. From down in the harbor came the splash of oars as the night watch rowed between the moored triremes. The yellow lanterns of a couple of fishing boats winked across the bay. A dog barked and another answered. And then the voices of the laborers slowly climbing the path beneath him: the harsh local accent of Corax, the overseer"Look, our new aquarius is waving at the stars!"and the slaves and the free men, equals, for once, in their resentment if nothing else, panting for breath and sniggering. The engineer dropped his hand. "At least," he said, "with such a sky, we have no need of torches." Suddenly he was vigorous again, stooping to collect his tools, hoisting them back onto his shoulder. "We must keep moving." He frowned into the darkness. One path would take them westward, skirting the edge of the naval base. The other led north, toward the seaside resort of Baiae. "I think this is where we turn." "He thinks," sneered Corax. The engineer had decided the previous day that the best way to treat the overseer was to ignore him. Without a word he put his back to the sea and the stars, and began ascending the black mass of the hillside. What was leadership, after all, but the blind choice of one route over another and the confident pretense that the decision was based o

Acclaim for Robert Harris'sPompeii, the #1 international bestseller "Blazingly exciting...Pompeiipalpitates with sultry tension....Harris provides an awe-inspiring tour of one of the monumental engineering triumphs on which the Roman empire was based....What makes this novel all but unputdownable...is the bravura Fictional flair that crackles through it. Brilliantly evoking the doomed society pursuing its ambitions and schemes in the shadow of a mountain that nobody knew was a volcano, Harris, as Vesuvius explodes, gives full vent to his genius for thrilling narrative. Fast-paced twists and turns alternate with nightmarish slow-motion scenes (desperate Figures struggling to wade thigh-deep through slurries of pumice towards what they hope will be safety). Harris's unleashing of the furnace ferocities of the eruption's terminal phase turns his book's closing sequences into pulse-rate-speeding masterpieces of suffocating suspense and searing action. It is hard to imagine a more thoroughgoingly enjoyable thriller." London Sunday Times "Breakneck pace, constant jeopardy and subtle twists of plot...a blazing blockbuster... The depth of the research in the book is staggering." Daily Mail "[A] stirring and absorbing novel...The Final 100 pages are terriFic, as good as anything Harris has done; and the last, teasing paragraph, done with the lightest of touches, is masterly." The Sunday Telegraph "The long-drawn-out death agony of [Pompeii and Herculaneum]a full day of falling ash, pumice stone, and then, the Final catastrophe, a cloud of poisonous gasis brilliantly done. Explosive stuff, indeed." The Daily Telegraph From the Hardcover edition.

This latest "New York Times" bestseller by the author of "Archangel" chronicles the suspenseful last days of the legendary ancient city nestled below the slopes of the volcano Mount Vesuvius. "[An] intelligent, engaging historical novel."--"The Washington Post Book World."