Destiny (Rogue Angel, Book 1)
Alex Archer, Mel Odom
An historical order tied to the Vatican, a blood fortune buried within the caves of France, a conspiracy of strength, greed and darkest evil. Archaeologist and explorer Annja Creed's fascination with the myths and mysteries of the earlier leads her to a crypt within the caves of France, the place the terrifying legend of the Beast of Gevaudan tricks on the unbelievable. What she discovers is shattering: an artifact that might seal her future; a brotherhood of clergymen prepared to homicide to guard their mystery; and a strong black-market occultist wanting to placed his personal declare to centuries-old blood funds. Annja embarks on a high-tension race throughout Europe and background itself, purpose on linking the unholy treachery of the a while with the stunning revelations of the current. yet she needs to continue to exist the shadow figures made up our minds to silence her chance to their lifestyles.
"Stop shooting!" Firing at the fly, Annja positioned rounds in Foulard's quick neighborhood. anyone yelped. She'd taken one guy out of play. Annja attempted to get her bearings. perhaps they would used a rope to get down throughout the sinkhole, and perhaps that rope used to be nonetheless there, simply ready. All she needed to do used to be succeed in it. as an alternative, nonetheless struggling with partial blindness brought on by the brilliant flashlight beam, she bumped into one of many different males within the gloom, unaware that he'd been there. He stuck her gun.
past that day, after she'd again from lunch with Bart McGilley, she'd sat in her loft and attempted to arrive the sword the way in which she had behind the taxi. not anything had occurred. Now she observed the sword completely. It used to be entire, resting once again within the case. Slowly, Annja reached in for the sword, closed her hand round the hilt and drew it out. while she opened her eyes, the sword was once in her hand. It was once actual. She stood slowly, afraid that it will disappear at any second because it had within the.
conversing approximately you." Annja took one other chunk of toast, then the melon, which was once candy and crisp. "I was once 9 years previous whilst i used to be given to Roux," Garin went on. "I used to be twenty-one whilst he allied himself with the Maid." "He allied himself with Joan of Arc?" Garin nodded. "He felt he needed to. So we traveled together with her and have been a part of her retinue." "Fancy word," Annja teased, staggering herself. "My vocabulary is mammoth. I additionally converse a number of languages." "Joan of Arc," Annja reminded. "Roux and that i.
break up the literature type. jointly, they seldom misplaced and in such a lot of Brooklyn's pubs nobody may guess opposed to them. "There's no point out of a magic belt in Kristie's story," Doug stated. Annja wasn't shocked. Kristie Chatham wasn't famous for learn, only a killer bod and scanty garments whereas prowling for legends. For her, background by no means went earlier her final drink and her final lover. "There used to be a magic belt," Annja acknowledged. "I think you," Doug stated. "But at this element we are going to most likely have.
Inscription, however it wasn't the only she was once trying to find, both. Reluctantly, Avery joined within the seek. He approached one other wall of coffins tentatively. " 'Roger' is not precisely a French name," Roux stated. "It's English." Annja went to the subsequent stack and swept airborne dirt and dust from it, in addition. "He was Roger of Falhout." Roux checked out her then. "Wasn't he the guy whose heraldry is represented at the lozenge?" "No. That heraldry belonged to his brother, Sir Henry. And to Sir Henry's father sooner than.