Casino Royale Epub
Casino Royale0001.epub download - OHMS0020.epub download - Thunderball0019.epub download. Download 3 files. In any case, we know that he has withdrawn the final twenty-five million francs from the treasury of his union and that he has taken a small villa in the neighbourhood of Royale-les-Eaux, just north of Dieppe, for a week from a fortnight tomorrow. Now, it is expected that the Casino at Royale. In the first of Fleming's James Bond novels, 007 declares war on Le Chiffre, French communist and paymaster of the Soviet murder organization SMERSH. The battle begins with a fifty-million-franc.
Casino Royale
Publisher : James Bond 007
Release Date : 2012
Category : Fiction
Total pages :178
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In order to rid the British Secret Service of 'Le Chiffre,' a lethal Soviet operative with a weakness for gambling, James Bond is to bankrupt him in a French casino, but the secret agent's cards are not cooperating.
Casino Royale
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 1998
Category : Bond, James (Fictitious character)
Total pages :255
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The licence to kill for the Secret Service was a great honour. It brought James Bond the only assignments he enjoyed, the dangerous ones. At the Casino in Deauville, Bond's game is baccarat. But away from the discreet salons, the caviar and champagne, it's 007 versus one of Russia's most powerful and ruthless agents.
James Bond: Casino Royale
Publisher : Dynamite Entertainment
Release Date : 2018-04-11
Category : Comics & Graphic Novels
Total pages :177
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Ian Fleming's literary debut of British Secret Service agent 007 is stylishly adapted to the sequential art medium by Van Jensen and Matt Southworth in the official James Bond: Casino Royale graphic novel. Sent to a French casino in Royale-les-Eaux, Bond aims to eliminate the threat of the deadly Le Chiffre by bankrupting the ruthless SMERSH operative at the baccarat table. However, when the luck of the draw favors his enemy, 007 becomes the target of assassins and torturers in a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse.
The Making of Casino Royale (1967)
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 2018-10-25
Category : Performing Arts
Total pages :240
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Casino Royale Pubfilm
'My doctor says that I shouldn't have bullets entering my body at any time!' The '60s James Bond spoof Casino Royale is a psychedelic, multi-storylined extravaganza packed with star names, including Peter Sellers, Woody Allen, David Niven, Ursula Andress and Orson Welles. Poorly received at the time of its original release, it has since come to be regarded as a cult classic. In this book, noted television and film researcher Michael Richardson gives the most detailed and comprehensive account ever published of the making of this extraordinary blockbuster, which got so out of control that it became arguably one of the most chaotic productions in cinema history - and certainly the most bizarre James Bond film ever! A series of guides to some of the most talked-about films ever produced. From classics and acclaimed features to lesser-known or overlooked works, but all deserving of critical appraisal. Telos Movie Classics are the perfect way to gain a greater insight into the films you love.
Revisioning 007
Publisher : Wallflower Press
Release Date : 2009
Category : Performing Arts
Total pages :186
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Revisioning 007 is a lively collection of new essays on the reinvention of James Bond in the 2006 film Casino Royale, starring Daniel Craig in his first appearance as Agent 007. Treating Casino Royale as a case study in popular film culture and as a significant turning point in the 007 series, the book offers innovative readings of the film and its interrelations with the Bond franchise, the culture industry, and recent developments in cinema, society, and world politics. Essay topics range from the analysis of 007's masochism, voyeurism, and hyper-mobility, to the examination of the film's testicular torture scene, the links between international politics and high-stakes gambling, and the changing role of the secret agent in a post-9/11 world order.
Bond on Set
Publisher : DK Publishing (Dorling Kindersley)
Release Date : 2006
Category : Performing Arts
Total pages :144
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A visual journey behind the scenes of the new James Bond movie Casino Royale offers a photographic record of the making of the blockbuster film, along with portraits of the cast and crew, spectacular European locations, set designs, special effects, and more.
Live and Let Die
Publisher : Pickle Partners Publishing
Release Date : 2017-07-11
Category : History
Total pages :196
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When 007 goes to Harlem, it’s not just for the jazz. For Harlem is the kingdom of Mr Big, black master of crime, voodoo baron, senior partner in SMERSH’s grim company of death. Those he cannot possess, he crushes; those who cross him will meet painful ends. Like his beautiful prisoner, Solitaire. And her lover, James Bond. Both are marked out as victims in a trail of terror, treachery and torture that leads from New York’s black underworld to the shark-infested island in the sun that Mr Bier calls his own... ‘Speed...tremendous zest communicated excitement. Brrh! How wincingly well Mr Fleming writes ‘—JULIAN SYMONS, SUNDAY TIMES
James Bond – Casino Royale (2018)
Publisher :
Release Date : 2021
Category : Comics & Graphic Novels
Total pages :172
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James Bond – Casino Royale (2018) : Ian Fleming’s literary debut of British Secret Service agent 007 is stylishly adapted to the sequential art medium by Van Jensen and Matt Southworth in the official James Bond: Casino Royale graphic novel. Sent to a French casino in Royale-les-Eaux, Bond aims to eliminate the threat of the deadly Le Chiffre by bankrupting the ruthless SMERSH operative at the baccarat table. However, when the luck of the draw favors his enemy, 007 becomes the target of assassins and torturers in a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse.
The James Bond Omnibus
Publisher : Titan Books
Release Date : 2012
Category : Comics & Graphic Novels
Total pages :271
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Collects seven original James Bond stories from Jim Lawrence's run as the comic's author.
Casino Royale Epub
Casino Royale
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 1966
Category : Bond, James (Fictitious character)
Total pages :187
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In the first James Bond novel, originally published in 1953, 007 takes on Le Chiffre, a French communist and paymaster of the Soviet murder organization SMERSH, as the suave agent becomes involved in a high-stakes game of baccarat, enjoys a fiery love affair with a sexy female spy, and endures torture at the hands of a master sadist.
Casino Royale
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 1966
Category : Bond, James (Fictitious character)
Total pages :187
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In the first James Bond novel, originally published in 1953, 007 takes on Le Chiffre, a French communist and paymaster of the Soviet murder organization SMERSH, as the suave agent becomes involved in a high-stakes game of baccarat, enjoys a fiery love affair with a sexy female spy, and endures torture at the hands of a master sadist.
Decisions and Orders of the National Labor Relations Board
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 1997
Category : Labor
Total pages :129
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Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang: The Boom in British Thrillers from Casino Royale to The Eagle Has Landed
Publisher : HarperCollins
Release Date : 2017-05-18
Category : Literary Criticism
Total pages :448
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WINNER OF THE HRF KEATING AWARD FOR BEST NON-FICTION CRIME BOOK 2018 An entertaining history of British thrillers from Casino Royale to The Eagle Has Landed, in which award-winning crime writer Mike Ripley reveals that, though Britain may have lost an empire, her thrillers helped save the world. With a foreword by Lee Child.
Casino Royale
Publisher : Broadview Press
Release Date : 2020-02-29
Category : Fiction
Total pages :129
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Casino Royale (1953), Ian Fleming’s first novel, introduced James Bond and other recurring characters of the Bond series of novels and short stories. Complex, even conflicted, this Bond belongs to the post-war world of rationing, trauma, and a growing sense of uncertainty due to social and technological change and the rising tensions of the Cold War. This is the first edition of Casino Royale to include footnotes that provide a larger context for the novel as well as translate its French passages. The edition also includes appendices that provide a number of other works by Fleming and other literary and historical materials that help to situate the spy thriller.
Exam Prep for: Casino Royale
Publisher : Unknown
Release Date : 2021
Category :
Total pages :129
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The commissionaire came towards him.
A taxi, monsieur?
Bond waved him aside and started down the steps, his eyes staring into the shadows, the night air cold on his sweating temples.
He was half-way down when he heard a faint cry, then the slam of a door way to the right. With a harsh growl and stutter from the exhaust a beetle-browed Citro‰n shot out of the shadows into the light of the moon, its front wheel drive dry-skidding through the loose pebbles of the forecourt.
Its tail rocked on its soft springs as if a violent struggle was taking place on the back seat.
With a snarl it raced out to the wide entrance gate in a spray of gravel. A small black object shot out of an open rear window and thudded into a flower-bed. There was a scream of tortured rubber as the tyres caught the boulevard in a harsh left-handed turn, the deafening echo of a Citro‰ns exhaust in second gear, a crash into top, then a swiftly diminishing crackle as the car hared off between the shops on the main street towards the coast road.
Bond knew he would find Vespers evening bag among the flowers.
He ran back with it across the gravel to the brightly-lit steps and scrabbled through its contents while the commissionaire hovered round him.
The crumpled note was there amongst the usual feminine baggage.
Can you come out to the entrance hall for a moment? I have news for your companion.
REN? MATHIS
CHAPTER 15 - BLACK HARE AND GREY HOUND
It was the crudest possible forgery.
Bond leapt for the Bentley, blessing the impulse which had made him drive it over after dinner. With the choke full out, the engine answered at once to the starter and the roar drowned the faltering words of the commissionaire who jumped aside as the rear wheels whipped gravel at his piped trouser-legs.
As the car rocked to the left outside the gate, Bond ruefully longed for the front-wheel drive and low chassis of the Citroen. Then he went fast through the gears and settled himself for the pursuit, briefly savoring the echo of the huge exhaust as it came back at him from either side of the short main street through the town.
Soon he was out on the coast road, a broad highway through the sand-dunes which he knew from his mornings drive had an excellent surface and was well cats-eyed on the bends. He pushed the revs up and up, hurrying the car to eighty then to ninety, his huge Marchal headlights boring a safe white tunnel, nearly half a mile long, between the walls of the night.
He knew the Citro‰n must have come this way. He had heard the exhaust penetrate beyond the town, and a little dust still hung on the bends. He hoped soon to see the distant shaft of its headlights. The night was still and clear. Only out at sea there must be a light summer mist for at intervals he could hear the fog-horns lowing like iron cattle down the coast.
As he drove, whipping the car faster and faster through the night, with the other half of his mind he cursed Vesper, and M for having sent her on the job.
This was just what he had been afraid of. These blithering women who thought they could do a mans work. Why the hell couldnt they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave mens work to the men. And now for this to happen to him, just when the job had come off so beautifully. For Vesper to fall for an old trick like that and get herself snatched and probably held to ranson like some bloody heroine in a strip cartoon. The silly bitch.
Bond boiled at the thought of the fix he was in.
Of course. The idea was a straight swop. The girl against his cheque for forty million. Well, he wouldnt play: wouldnt think of playing. She was in the Service and knew what she was up against. He wouldnt even ask M. This job was more important than her. It was just too bad. She was a fine girl, but he wasnt going to fall for this childish trick. No dice. He would try and catch the Citro‰n and shoot it out with them and if she got shot in the process, that was too bad too. He would have done his stuff - tried to rescue her before they got her off to some hideout - but if he didnt catch up with them he would get back to his hotel and go to sleep and say no more about it. The next morning he would ask Mathis what had happened to her and show him the note. If Le Chiffre put the touch on Bond for the money in exchange for the girl, Bond would do nothing and tell no one. The girl would just have to take it. If the commissionaire came along with the story of what he had seen, Bond would bluff it out by saying he had had a drunken row with the girl.
Bonds mind raged furiously on with the problem as he flung the great car down the coast road, automatically taking the curves and watching out for carts or cyclists on their way into Royale. On straight stretches the Amherst Villiers supercharger dug spurs into the Bentleys twenty-five horses and the engine sent a high-pitched scream of pain into the night. Then the revolutions mounted until he was past 110 and on to the 120 mph mark on the speedometer.
He knew he must be gaining fast. Loaded as she was the Citro‰n could hardly better eighty even on this road. On an impulse he slowed down to seventy, turned on his fog-lights, and dowsed the twin Marchals. Sure enough, without the blinding curtain of his own lights, he could see the glow of another car a mile or two down the coasts
He felt under the dashboard and from a concealed holster took out a long-barrelled Colt Army Special . 45, and laid it on the seat beside him. With this, if he was lucky with the surface of the road, he could hope to get their tyres or their petrol tank at anything up to a hundred yards.
Then he switched on the big lights again and screamed off in pursuit. He felt calm and at ease. The problem of Vespers life was a problem no longer. His face in the blue light from the dashboard was grim but serene.
*
Ahead in the Citro‰n there were three men and the girl. Le Chiffre was driving, his big fluid body hunched forward, his hands light and delicate on the wheel. Beside him sat the squat man who had carried the stick in the Casino. In his left hand he grasped a thick lever which protruded beside him almost level with the floor. It might have been a lever to adjust the driving seat.
In the back seat was the tall thin gunman. He lay back relaxed, gazing at the ceiling, apparently uninterested in the wild speed of the car. His right hand lay caressingly on Vespers left thigh which stretched out naked beside him.
Apart from her legs, which were naked to the hips, Vesper was only a parcel. Her long black velvet skirt had been lifted over her arms and head and tied above her head with a piece of rope. Where her face was, a small gap had been torn in the velvet so that she could breathe. She was not bound in any other way and she lay quiet, her body moving sluggishly with the swaying of the car.
Le Chiffre was concentrating half on the road ahead and half on the onrushing glare of Bonds headlights in the driving-mirror. He seemed undisturbed when not more than a mile separated the hare from the hounds and he even brought the car down from eighty to sixty miles an hour. Now, as he swept round a bend he slowed down still further. A few hundred yards ahead a Michelin post showed where a small parochial road crossed with the highway.
Attention, he said sharply to the man beside him.
The mans hand tightened on the lever.
A hundred yards from the cross-roads he slowed to thirty. In the mirror Bonds great headlights were lighting up the bend.
Le Chiffre seemed to make up his mind.
Allez.
The man beside him pulled the lever sharply upwards. The boot at the back of the car yawned open like a whales mouth. There was a tinkling clatter on the road and then a rhythmic jangling as if the car was towing lengths of chain behind it.
Coupez.
The man depressed the lever sharply and the jangling stopped with a final clatter.
Le Chiffre glanced again in the mirror. Bonds car was just entering the bend. Le Chiffre made a racing change and threw the Citro‰n left-handed down the narrow side-road, at the same time dowsing his lights.
He stopped the car with a jerk and all three men got
swiftly out and doubled back under cover of a low hedge to the cross-roads, now fiercely illuminated by the lights of the Bentley. Each of them carried a revolver and the thin man also had what looked like a large black egg in his right hand.
The Bentley screamed down towards them like an express train.
CHAPTER 16 - THE CRAWLING OF THE SKIN
As Bond hurtled round the bend, caressing the great car against the camber with an easy sway of body and hands, he was working out his plan of action when the distance between the two cars had narrowed still further. He imagined that the enemy driver would try to dodge off into a side-road if he got the chance. So when he got round the bend and saw no lights ahead, it was a normal reflex to ease up on the accelerator and, when he saw the Michelin post, to prepare to brake.
He was only doing about sixty as he approached the black patch across the right-hand crown of the road which he assumed to be the shadow cast by a wayside tree. Even so, there was no time to save himself. There was suddenly a small carpet of glinting steel spikes right under his off-side wing. Then he was on top of it.
Bond automatically slammed the brakes full on and braced all his sinews against the wheel to correct the inevitable slew to the left, but he only kept control for a split second. As the rubber was flayed from his off-side wheels and the rims for an instant tore up the tarmac, the heavy car whirled across the road in a tearing dry skid, slammed the left bank with a crash that knocked Bond out of the driving-seat on to the floor, and then, facing back up the road, it reared slowly up, its front wheels spinning and its great headlights searching the sky. For a split second, resting on the petrol tank, it seemed to paw at the heavens like a giant praying-mantis. Then slowly it toppled over backwards and fell with a splintering crash of coachwork and glass.
In the deafening silence, the near-side front wheel whispered briefly on and then squeaked to a stop.
Le Chiffre and his two men only had to walk a few yards from their ambush.
Put your guns away and get him out, he ordered brusquely. Ill keep you covered. Be careful of him. I dont want a corpse. And hurry up, its getting light.
The two men got down on their knees. One of them took out a long knife and cut some of the fabric away from the side of the convertible hood and took hold of Bonds shoulders. He was unconscious and immovable. The other squeezed between the upturned car and the bank and forced his way through the crumpled window-frame. He eased Bonds legs, pinned between the steering-wheel and the fabric roof of the car. Then they inched him out through a hole in the hood.
They were sweating and filthy with dust and oil by the time they had him lying in the road.
The thin man felt his heart and then slapped his face hard on either side. Bond grunted and moved a hand. The thin man slapped him again.
Thats enough, said Le Chiffre. Tie his arms and put him in the car. Here, he threw a roll of flex to the man. Empty his pockets first and give me his gun. He may have got some other weapons, but we can get them later.
He took the objects the thin man handed him and stuffed them and Bonds Beretta into his wide pockets without examining them. He left the men to it and walked back to the car. His face showed neither pleasure nor excitement.
It was the sharp bite of the wire flex into his wrists that brought Bond to himself. He was aching all over as if he had been thrashed with a wooden club, but when he was yanked to his feet and pushed towards the narrow side-road where the engine of the Citro‰n was already running softly, he found that no bones were broken. But he felt in no mood for desperate attempts to escape and allowed himself to be dragged into the back seat of the car without resisting.