Destiny (Rogue Angel, Book 1)

Destiny (Rogue Angel, Book 1)

Alex Archer, Mel Odom

Language: English

Pages: 193

ISBN: 2:00306478

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

An ancient order tied to the Vatican, a blood fortune buried in the caves of France, a conspiracy of power, greed and darkest evil. Archaeologist and explorer Annja Creed's fascination with the myths and mysteries of the past leads her to a crypt in the caves of France, where the terrifying legend of the Beast of Gevaudan hints at the unimaginable. What she discovers is shattering: an artifact that will seal her destiny; a brotherhood of monks willing to murder to protect their secret; and a powerful black-market occultist desperate to put his own claim to centuries-old blood money. Annja embarks on a high-tension race across Europe and history itself, intent on linking the unholy treachery of the ages with the staggering revelations of the present. But she must survive the shadow figures determined to silence her threat to their existence.

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his staff close to his body as if it were an appendage. Annja followed through the next turn, then the opening of another chamber dawned before them. Low-level light from outside filled the chamber, coming from an entrance in the mountainside. "I have a truck," the old man said. "Farther down the mountain. Try to keep up." Try to keep up? Annja couldn't believe he'd said that. Who is this guy? she wondered. Then he was outside the cave, sprinting down the steep, trembling mountainside as

for "death." Reluctantly, Annja entered the keystrokes. Another window opened. This one filled with a video download that took forty-three seconds. When it finished, it opened and played. There was no audio, but the video feed was clear enough. Avery Moreau, tied up and dressed in some garish costume, lay on a flat rock in a cave. Blood covered his face. There was too much blood for it to be his without some obvious sign of injury. Wearing a similar costume but with a mounted-deer-head helmet,

know. I only know that he must have. Otherwise she wouldn't have been here." Annja moved on to the next coffin. "Once here, Carolyn must have grown bigger, stronger and more intelligent. Or possibly she was always intelligent. Either way, she learned to escape from the monastery." "She was La BĂȘte," Roux said, understanding. "I believe so. If you look at those pictures I took of the corpse in the cave where I found the charm, you can see the misshapen limbs and body. Proteus Syndrome didn't

brush to her right. Bullets ripped after her, tearing through the leaves and branches. Knowing if she stopped she was only going to be pinned down, then attacked from above and below as Lesauvage and the rest of his men emerged from the monastery, Annja kept moving. She threw herself through the brush, heart hammering inside her chest. She knew she was moving fast; everything was in slow motion around her again. She tripped over a loose rock and fell, sliding through the brush at least ten

looked like a drowned rat. Roux sighed. "This mountain is going to be difficult at best. Carrying double is foolish." Then he shook his head. "I'm getting foolish in my dotage. Climb on, boy." "Thank you." Avery climbed on back of the motorcycle. "Get a good grip," Roux told him. For just a moment, Annja couldn't help but think about Garin's story, about how his father had sent him off on horseback with Roux all those years ago. There was something paternal about Roux that she hadn't seen

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