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Anthropologist Simon Dracup's daughter is missing - he knows that his only hope of finding her alive lies within the pages of his grandfather's diary, the record of a near century old expedition to Mount Ararat, legendary resting place of the great Ark of Noah. When the CIA pays him a visit Dracup learns that something was found on the Ark. Something priceless. Now its owners have taken it back, but they want revenge and Dracup is their prime target. . . Dracup finds himself plunged into a desperate battle for survival as he hunts for evidence that will lead him to the sinister Korumak Tanri, but even he could not have predicted the shocking truth about the mysterious cult and the ancient secret they are sworn to protect. . .
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He placed his hands gently upon the stone, probing and pressing. It would open, given the correct sequence. And he knew the se-quence; he'd worked it out. The question was, should he use this knowledge?
"Come on, Theo. Quit stalling."
He felt a prod in his lower back. Theodore swallowed hard. He had no choice. That had always been the case. No choice. Let pos-terity remember that, if nothing else. He turned his attention to the task, fingers moving over the smooth surface. And then a rolling of tumblers, the wall folding away. He heard the American's gasp of surprise and a collective intake of breath from those following. Theodore mopped his brow and squinted into the opening. He'd been expecting wonders, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Before them was a chamber, empty except for a raised plat-form upon which rested a large sarcophagus, an object of such beauty he could only stare in awe.
"I said move it, Theo. What are you waiting for?"
Theodore advanced reluctantly, his heartbeat a pounding osti-nato against his ribs. Torchlight flickered as they jostled him for-ward. No choice. I have no choice. He stumbled and put a hand out to save himself, grasping the corner of the dais. It was cold to his touch and he pulled his hand away with a gasp. It made him feel - unholy.
"Okay, let's get it open."
He was pushed roughly aside, and stepped back in trepidation. This is wrong. This is not for us to see...
But the others were heaving at the heavy lid, crowbars grap-pling for purchase. Slowly it lifted, then fell to the floor with a crash that shook the chamber from top to bottom. Theodore cov-ered his ears and muttered a prayer. Forgive them. They don't know what they're doing...
An abrupt silence descended. Heads craned, peering into the sarcophagus. Theodore found himself drawn by a terrible fascina-tion. For a moment he saw nothing, a swirl of colour, then his eyes were brought sharply into focus and he fell back with a cry of as-tonishment, covering his face in anguish. It's true. I was right...With this thought came a renewed conviction. I can't let them do this - they do not understand... He felt the weight of the revolver in his pocket, then he was pointing it, the muzzle waver-ing in his sweat-slicked grip. He heard himself call a warning. A hand reached from behind and grabbed his wrist. The gun ex-ploded towards the chamber roof sending a splinter of rock skitter-ing. He lashed out with a kick but a grip of steel encircled him, pinning his arms. He felt the needle slide into his flesh and he was falling, spinning in slow motion towards the floor. There was no pain but he heard a distant groan; with a shock he realized it was his voice. I must stop them... He tried to crawl but bizarre shapes zipped and twirled across his peripheral vision, diving and swoop-ing at him like gulls. He covered his eyes with one hand and groped forward like a blind man in a storm. He felt a boot crunch against his ribs and heard sibilant, chattering laughter. He ignored it all. With his remaining strength he reached out towards the sar-cophagus, felt its cool surface under his fingertips and was com-forted. As darkness descended he thought he saw angels surround-ing the dais, enfolding it with their powerful, protective wings.
Scott Hunter was born in Romford, Essex in 1956. His writing career was kick-started after he won first prize in the Sunday Express Short Story Competition. Scott divides his time between writing, IT contract work and drumming. He has recorded with internationally renowned rock band 'Jethro Tull' and appeared in concert with 70's popsters 'Mungo Jerry'. He has recently completed a three year stint with UK blues rock supremo Larry Miller.
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He placed his hands gently upon the stone, probing and pressing. It would open, given the correct sequence. And he knew the se-quence; he'd worked it out. The question was, should he use this knowledge?
"Come on, Theo. Quit stalling."
He felt a prod in his lower back. Theodore swallowed hard. He had no choice. That had always been the case. No choice. Let pos-terity remember that, if nothing else. He turned his attention to the task, fingers moving over the smooth surface. And then a rolling of tumblers, the wall folding away. He heard the American's gasp of surprise and a collective intake of breath from those following. Theodore mopped his brow and squinted into the opening. He'd been expecting wonders, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Before them was a chamber, empty except for a raised plat-form upon which rested a large sarcophagus, an object of such beauty he could only stare in awe.
"I said move it, Theo. What are you waiting for?"
Theodore advanced reluctantly, his heartbeat a pounding osti-nato against his ribs. Torchlight flickered as they jostled him for-ward. No choice. I have no choice. He stumbled and put a hand out to save himself, grasping the corner of the dais. It was cold to his touch and he pulled his hand away with a gasp. It made him feel - unholy.
"Okay, let's get it open."
He was pushed roughly aside, and stepped back in trepidation. This is wrong. This is not for us to see...
But the others were heaving at the heavy lid, crowbars grap-pling for purchase. Slowly it lifted, then fell to the floor with a crash that shook the chamber from top to bottom. Theodore cov-ered his ears and muttered a prayer. Forgive them. They don't know what they're doing...
An abrupt silence descended. Heads craned, peering into the sarcophagus. Theodore found himself drawn by a terrible fascina-tion. For a moment he saw nothing, a swirl of colour, then his eyes were brought sharply into focus and he fell back with a cry of as-tonishment, covering his face in anguish. It's true. I was right...With this thought came a renewed conviction. I can't let them do this - they do not understand... He felt the weight of the revolver in his pocket, then he was pointing it, the muzzle waver-ing in his sweat-slicked grip. He heard himself call a warning. A hand reached from behind and grabbed his wrist. The gun ex-ploded towards the chamber roof sending a splinter of rock skitter-ing. He lashed out with a kick but a grip of steel encircled him, pinning his arms. He felt the needle slide into his flesh and he was falling, spinning in slow motion towards the floor. There was no pain but he heard a distant groan; with a shock he realized it was his voice. I must stop them... He tried to crawl but bizarre shapes zipped and twirled across his peripheral vision, diving and swoop-ing at him like gulls. He covered his eyes with one hand and groped forward like a blind man in a storm. He felt a boot crunch against his ribs and heard sibilant, chattering laughter. He ignored it all. With his remaining strength he reached out towards the sar-cophagus, felt its cool surface under his fingertips and was com-forted. As darkness descended he thought he saw angels surround-ing the dais, enfolding it with their powerful, protective wings.
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- PublisherMyrtle Villa Publishing
- Publication date2009
- ISBN 10 0956151000
- ISBN 13 9780956151001
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