James Bond (15 books) The Complete Collection

This fantastic collection includes all 15 books from the JAMES BOND series by Ian Fleming.



An individual, active table of contents for each book so you can go to any chapter



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Here is the list of the titles included:



Casino Royale

Live and Let Die

Moonraker

Diamonds are Forever

From Russia With Love

Dr. No

Goldfinger

For Your Eyes Only

Thunderball

The Spy Who Loved Me

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

You Only Live Twice

The Man with the Golden Gun

Octopussy

The Living Daylights



ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Ian Lancaster Fleming was born in London in 1908 (28th of May). He was educated at the Universities of Munich and Geneva, before going to work for Reuters from 1929 to 1933 in London, Berlin, and Moscow. He spent the following six years with a firm of merchant bankers and then as a partner in a firm of stockbrokers. In 1939 Fleming went to Moscow as a special correspondent for the Times of London. In June of the same year he joined Naval Intelligence, becoming Personal Assistant to the Director, and served throughout World War II. After the end of the war, Ian Fleming worked as a consultant on foreign affairs for the London Sunday Times. He divided his time between Jamaica, where he wrote many of his books, and London. He is best known for his James Bond series of spy novels.



EXCERPT FROM 'CASINO ROYALE':



THE SCENT and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling – a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension – becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.



James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired. He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge. This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes.



He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast-high the top table in the ‘salle privée’.



Le Chiffre was still playing and still, apparently, winning. There was an untidy pile of flecked hundred-mille plaques in front of him. In the shadow of his thick left arm there nestled a discreet stack of the big yellow ones worth half a million francs each.



Bond watched the curious, impressive profile for a time, and then he shrugged his shoulders to lighten his thoughts and moved away.



The barrier surrounding the ‘caisse’ comes as high as your chin and the ‘caissier’, who is generally nothing more than a minor bank clerk, sits on a stool and dips into his piles of notes and plaques. These are ranged on shelves. They are on a level, behind the protecting barrier, with your groin. The caissier has a cosh and a gun to protect him, and to heave over the barrier and steal some notes and then vault back and get out of the casino through the passages and doors would be impossible. And the caissiers generally work in pairs.



Bond reflected on the problem as he collected the sheaf of hundred thousand and then the sheaves of ten thousand franc notes. With another part of his mind, he had a vision of tomorrow’s regular morning meeting of the casino committee.