Quiller began his career in the depths of the Cold War as a most secret agent for an unnamed agency of the British government. For more than a decade, he battled the minions of the international communist conspiracy. With nothing but his wit and knowledge of the martial arts, Quiller upset the plans of those misguided miscreants of mischief who sought to disrupt the status quo. Now, with the Cold War only a memory and the threats to the new world order as yet undefined, it would seem that Quiller should enjoy a well-deserved respite.
But, no good deed goes unpunished. Because of his past successes, Quiller discovers that he is viewed as the consummate fire brigade— the individual to be put into play when other less talented persons failed to accomplish their mission. Not surprisingly, QUILLER MERIDIAN finds Quiller forced to abandon a much-deserved vacation because things have once again gone to hell in a handbasket. The new kid on the Bucharest block managed to lose his head, and someone must find out what went wrong with a routine assignment.
Quiller must contend with a ruthless rabble of Russian reactionaries, a mentally disturbed KGB agent bent on revenge, and an uncompromising bureaucracy caught between an authoritarian past and a democratic future in pursuit of a highly dangerous truth. The assignment demands the fleet of foot and the sharp of fang, and, needless to say, Quiller is in his element.
The QUILLER MERIDIAN is fiction, but the circumstances it describes are all too plausible. The Cold War may be a thing of the past, but the world remains a dangerous place, and neither the Quillers of fact and fancy nor those who chronicle their exploits need contemplate alternative employment.