The Grail ConspiracyLlewellyn Worldwide, 2005 - 343 páginas Winner of Foreword Magazine's Book of the Year Award for Best Mystery Praise: "This page-turner is bound to show up on Da Vinci Code read-alike lists at public libraries across the country."—Library Journal "Religion and science battle through a spectacular hold-your-breath conclusion when the Holy Grail supplies the blood of Christ to the forces of evil."—M. Diane Vogt, author of Six Bills and other Willa Carson Novels "The Grail Conspiracyis an auspicious debut from a dig in the deserts of Iraq to the inner sanctum of the Knights Templar, this multi-layered tale is a gripping blend of modern science, ancient ritual, and page-turning suspense. Next time you face the dark side, you'll want Cotten Stone, this gutsy, intelligent and engaging heroine at your side."—Christine Kling, author of Cross Current and Surface Tension "If you liked The Da Vinci Code, run out and buy this book! Modern technology mixed with mythology make for a fast read. This globe-trotting adventure story with biblical undertones will keep you hooked!"—Nancy J. Cohen, author of the Bad Hair Day mystery series |
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... John Tyler, a Catholic priest, biblical historian, and archaeologist, spoke kindly of Archer. Tyler had studied under Gabriel Archer and said the elderly archaeologist was dedicated to his work, mentioning that many of his discoveries ...
... Tyler's portion again. He was softspoken, but his words were confident, authoritative. “He has many aspirations,” Tyler ... John. That was as far as she'd gotten in Sunday school. “Twentysix, twentyseven, twenty eight,” she said, flipping ...
... Tyler taught, she dialed it. “Yes, I'm trying to locate a Reverend Dr. John Tyler. I understand he teaches there.” She listened for a moment, and her face dropped. “Well, do you know where he's assigned now?” Another pause and she said ...
... John Tyler.” She listened for a moment, then reached in the nightstand and took out a pencil and pad. “I really appreciate you getting back to me.” She wrote St. Thomas College. White Plains, NY. “Thanks,” she said, and hung up. White ...
... Tyler?” Wrapped in a blanket, the man lifted his arm from underneath, nodding toward the field. “That's John throwing the pass. You're just in time for the last play.” He rose to his feet and yelled, “Go! Go!” The receiver caught the ...