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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... pulled the hooded parka from her carryall and slipped it on, feeling the cold already creeping through her. She jogged in place, hands stuffed deep in her pockets. Darkness, thick as Iraqi crude, poured over the desert. Someone was ...
... pulled onto the road. There were still two trucks left, but they were quickly being loaded. Not much time to find this Dr. Archer and beg for a lift. In the moonlight, she located the entrance to the stone structure. Wooden scaffolding ...
... pulled a gun from under his robe. Cotten froze as the man pointed the pistol at Archer. “Give it to me!” he demanded. Archer closed the lid and took a step backward, keeping a firm grip on the box. His eyes widened, his face turned ...
... pulled onto the highway as she emerged from the ruins. “Stop!” she yelled running toward it. The Turk stood up in the back of the vehicle and waved Cotten on. When she was close enough, she swung her bag up. The Turk grabbed it, then ...
... pulled herself up to look around. Throngs of people lined the highway, marching across the rolling hills and out of the surrounding mountains. Refugees, she thought, fleeing before the war began. Women, clasping infants to their breasts ...