The Mortality Principle (Rogue Angel, Book 56)
Alex Archer, Steven Savile
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When legend becomes deadly reality…
In Prague researching the legend of the Golem, a fantastical "living" creature made of clay, archaeologist Annja Creed is faced with an even bigger mystery on her hands when someone begins murdering the homeless. And every day there's a fresh corpse.
As the suspicion that Golem is behind the deaths circulates quietly on the streets of the city, Annja cannot resist unraveling the thread that binds science to superstition. According to Czech history, these aren't new attacks. They're part of a greater pattern of murders that have gone unacknowledged over centuries. And now Annja is the next target. Unless she can find the real monster behind the myth…before it finds her.
in the articles was. Of course, she had an ace up her proverbial sleeve. Roux. The man knew so much and had seen so much more. Even if he didn’t have the answers, he would know someone who did. And in this case, he had no agenda, no wish to gain anything from her requests for help. That was the primary difference between the old man and Garin. Garin was like the song: he was his first, his last, his everything. He always put the interests of Garin Braden ahead of the interests of others. It
something else.” Annja waited while he thought about what she had said. The pause alone was enough to convince her that she was right. She was good at reading people. She was also good at appealing to their vanity. She’d deliberately intended to make him seem more special than he actually was. The reality of the situation was that Turek knew something, and she wanted to know what that something was. There was nothing to say it was important. It could just as easily have been some crackpot
should hunger cravings stir. If they wanted more, they could wake Garin and the cook. There was nothing left to keep Roux from his bed, and so he retired to his room and settled down for the night. His candle burned slowly as he read one of the books that adorned the shelves in the chamber. Eventually he grew tired, set the volume down and listened for a short while to the sound of the rain hammering against the windows. The ill-fitting glass rattled in the frame, allowing a draft to waft the
Certainly she’d come a long way since she’d needed rescuing by the old man on that hillside in France or by Garin in the village below. No, that wasn’t fair. They did owe her. They owed her plenty. “Call him,” Garin said. “Find out how far away he is. Ten minutes here or there won’t make much difference. Maybe he got lucky with the roads.” She knew it was a long shot. The worst case was confirmed when he picked up. “Where are you?” “Stuck. There’s some kind of holdup.” “Holdup?” Annja felt
he needs us to be here for is something that we would probably have just walked away from if he had come out and asked us?” “So, what, suddenly he’s the victim here?” This was an argument that she was not going to win. Whatever response she offered, Roux was going to be ready to slap it down. She wanted to prove him wrong. More than anything she wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face and prove once and for all he was capable of getting things wrong when it came to Garin. “Fine.