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Brendan Carroll, Novelist
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Action/Thriller
Publisher: Brendan Carroll
ISBN-10: 1478218010
Type: Fiction
Pages: 270
Copyright: Apr 5, 2012
ISBN-13: 9781478218012
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Book 27 in the Assassin Chronicles:. The Red Cross of Gold series finds members of Knight of Death's extensive family and enemy guest card seemingly about to change their evil ways. The crystal skulls mischief continues as their supernatural powers wreak havoc on their would-be caretakers. The Order, meanwhile, finds itself suddenly thrust into the midst of Armageddon before they know what is happening.
Book 27 in the Assassin Chronicles:. The Red Cross of Gold series finds members of Knight of Death's extensive family and enemy guest card seemingly about to change their evil ways. The crystal skulls mischief continues as their supernatural powers wreak havoc on their would-be caretakers. The Order, meanwhile, finds itself suddenly thrust into the midst of Armageddon before they know what is happening.
The Templars have an idea, whether for better or worse, about what should be done with the newly recovered Ark of the Covenant, but the Church of Rome wants to take charge of it and keep it safe with the other artifacts in the Vatican Vaults. This does not set well with the Grand Master at all.
When it seems things cannot get any worse, another cataclysmic event literally looms on the horizon. The question is, will the Order be able to save civilization from the powers from the Abyss?
Furthermore, it looks as if the Knight of Death is once again fed up with trying to help a seemingly lost cause.
Omar and Luke Andrew set off to confront the monstrosity in New Babylon, happy to be reunited and both happy with recent developments in their personal lives.
Why is the Holy Mountain waking up? Where did the Great Sphinx go? And how did a dragon and a herd of Pegasus (or is that Pegasi?) get involved in Armageddon anyway?
Excerpt
“That would have been a most bizarre sight from a different perspective.” Il Dolce Mio was still talking about the mysterious blot on the full moon. “Such a cloud seen from the surface of the moon would be very strange indeed.”
“Hard to imagine.” Lucio commented dryly. “But I’m glad that we were here and not there.”
“Tonight there will be many shooting stars.” Lemarik added from where he rode beside them at the head of the column of elven troops. They were traveling across the barren land in relative safety, making their way toward the Sinai. The great beast that Lucio’s mystery had awakened was somewhere behind them, seeking out and destroying the monsters that Hubur had set upon them. The gigantic winged lion would follow them, but at a distance, as Lucio had commanded it to do. It had made short work of the herd of creatures surrounding them at Giza and they had been able to make their escape amidst the destruction. They were heading toward Israel and Jordan. If anyone was headed their way, they would have to cross the Sinai between the Mediterranean and the Red Sea. Their best bet would be to go through or around Port Said and on toward Israel, using what was left of the roads near the coast. The plan was simple. They would try to intercept anyone coming from the east and take them back into Arabia. Lemarik would lead them into the mountains where he hoped to find a passage into the underworld. He thought it best to simply abandon this place and seek a new, more pleasant place to live.
“Meteors, brother.” Il Dolce Mio corrected him. “They are not stars, but merely chunks of rock and space debris. I read it in my father’s library.”
“But ‘shooting star’ sounds more poetic.” Lemarik smiled at his small companion. “I find that science takes much out of the beauty of language and all of the imagination out of beauty.”
“There is nothing beautiful about a rock storm from the sky, my friend.” Lucio grumbled. “The last thing we need is a meteorite storm to make our day complete. I have seen them in fields and museums. They are big, heavy and ugly and when they reach the ground they are glowing hot.”
“Hopefully none of the debris will be large enough to reach the surface intact.” Vanni spoke up. “It should all burn up in the upper atmosphere. The most we should experience other than sight, might be sounds much like sonic booms.”
“Sonic booms.” Luke Andrew muttered and shook his head. “Great. That should wake up every other foul creature living in these parts!” They had been passing through devastated and abandoned villages and towns along the road. They had encountered nothing more than a few packs of dogs, stray cats and some of the more furtive creatures that had managed to survive the starving refugees and panicked Egyptians, as the entire population of the countries behind them had fled after the war. The remains of withered corpses and scattered, sun-bleached bones were everywhere. The sight of hollow-eyed skulls, picked clean by the crows and vultures, scattered by the dogs, cats and other wild creatures reminded them they were in a very bad position here.
“I do not think much is living here.” Lemarik jerked his reins slightly and rode around a large, haphazard pile of decidedly human bones.
The elves rode along or walked behind them in silence. None of them had the heart to sing the songs of travel that usually accompanied their treks. Even the drummers had failed to keep up a beat for them in this strange and horrible place. The only sounds accompanying them were the sound of their voices as they talked to one another and the clopping of the horses’ hooves on the pavement. There were no vehicles, no planes in the sky, no boats on the waterways they crossed and very few birds left in the sparse vegetation. Even the buzzing hoards of flies, ever present in this part of the world, had vanished along with their food supply. Soon the desert would cover this place from the east, and the west, as nothing was left to deter its course. And Vanni had pointed out that it was only a matter of time before the great dam at Aswan let loose its waters and many things would perish in its path. His comments on the dam had brought a new worry to Lucio.
He had no idea what they would find when they reached the Suez Canal.
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The camel troops met with Jozsef Daniel’s army within half a day’s ride north and east of Jerusalem. They halted at a small burned-out village and the commander of the mounted expeditionary force met with Jozsef and his general inside one of the less damaged mud brick buildings.
“We have only just come from Jerusalem, your Grace.” The commander, an Arab by the name of Abdullah Hammed accepted the small cup of strong coffee from the ‘Prophet’s’ valet. “The lieutenant in charge there reports all is well with the exception of the disturbing disappearances of his men. They are dwindled to less than fifty in force with the Major and Captain also missing.”
“Why have I not heard of this?” Jozsef spun on Abaddon. The general shrugged. “How can so few be left to guard the Temple? What of the Ark? Is it still there?”
“Yes, Your Grace.” Hammed told him calmly.
“How do you know?” Jozsef took a tentative step toward the commander.
“I saw it myself.” The man lied.
“You did?” Jozsef narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “And was it still sitting on the crystal stone below the arch of the palm trees?”
“Yes, Your Grace. It has not been disturbed.” Hammed’s face suddenly drained of color. He had no idea what the Ark sat on. No idea about crystals or palm trees.
Jozsef sprang forward and knocked the cup from the man’s hand, pulling his dagger from his belt and pressing it against his throat.
“You lie!” Jozsef growled in the startled man’s pale face. “What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing!” The man shouted and struggled against Jozsef’s overpowering grip.
Abaddon approached him from the side and took the dagger from Jozsef’s hand.
“Do not be so hasty, Master.” The dark angel leaned close to the terrified Arab. “We should learn more before we… kill him.”
Jozsef stepped back and Abaddon took his place.
“You would lie to the Prophet?” Abaddon smiled at the man.
“I am not lying!” The man’s tremulous voice carried very little conviction.
“Ahhh, but you are lying even now.” Abaddon raised the blade in front of his eyes. “How shall we do this? The easy way or the old fashioned way?” He pushed the tip of the dagger into the man’s left eye and the man screamed in his face.
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