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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... shook her head in confusion. “Please, you aren't making any sense. You want me to stop the sun . . . the dawn?” He seemed to rally, lifting his head, his voice suddenly strong as he spoke. “Geh el crip.” Cotten reeled. He couldn't have ...
... shook and the walls quaked. Cotten curled over her knees and shielded her head, waiting for the ceiling to collapse. Dust and sand filtered down, collecting in her hair and on the backs of her hands. Small stones pummeled her back. Had ...
... shook his head and translated the news to the handful of men riding with them. Jets roared in the darkness overhead and two pinpoints of orange light shot up along the horizon. She watched with dread, waiting for the missiles to find ...
... shook it, then placed it back in the bag, and took out her SLR camera. A rush of relief flooded her. “Nikon,” he said, examining it. “Very nice.” “Yes, it is,” she said, growing impatient. “Can I go now?” “Depends.” “On what?” “On what ...
... it. In a moment the old bus vibrated and shook, then pulled onto the highway. She took a quick glance out the back window. The tide of refugees had swelled to a flood. * * * The long journey across Turkey was uncomfortable. With so many.