The Spirit Banner (Rogue Angel, Book 22)
Alex Archer, Joseph Nassise
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Genghis Khan carved out a legacy of bloodshed and conquered kingdoms that has lasted almost eight hundred years. But while his name and deeds live on in the annals of history, his tomb has never been located… until now.
Not everyone is convinced that the diary and the map, said to lead to the great warrior's final resting place, are authentic. Archaeologist Annja Creed is among these doubters. The reality is that the body was lost to history. But despite her skepticism, Annja suddenly finds herself pulled along an increasingly complex trail of clues, each more remote than the last.
And as she and her companions race to their final destination, one thing is clear—the only tomb she may find is her own.
jacket and came out with a cream-colored envelope. He handed it to her. The envelope was sealed with a dollop of red wax, in the middle of which had been pressed the Davenport company logo. The seal was unbroken, but Annja didn't leave it that way for long. Inside was a note on a small white card. It was handwritten in a smooth, flowing script that spoke of the confidence inherent in the man who'd penned it. Dear Ms. Creed, It would please me greatly if you would accept my invitation to
team to screw with, Mason thought with a smile. As they drew closer, their headlights picked up a dark shape on the grass and soon it resolved itself into a man's body. Mason pointed it out to the driver and snapped off a quick set of instructions. While he wouldn't go out of his way to check on his missing men, there was no sense in driving right by one of them if they could provide help without endangering their primary mission. The driver did as he was told, skewing the vehicle to a stop
the water was almost up to Mason's chin. "Better hurry," he said, looking up at her, a strange calmness in his gaze. She turned back to the disk. She needed a different password. That had to be it. But what? Her thoughts whirled. What would have been important to the ruler of the known world? Wealth? Power? Territory? His title? There were too many options, too many choices, and not enough time. She heard Mason take a deep breath and knew the water had just risen over his face. She had less than
"They're hanging on the remains of the bridge, about fifteen feet below the rim." "Make another run. This time don't miss." Ransom's voice was filled with savage satisfaction. Before the pilot could carry out his employer's orders, however, the helicopter came under fire again from the Mongols on the cliff's edge. Arrows, spears and bullets smacked into the frame and the windscreen. The pilot reacted accordingly, doing what all pilots did when their aircraft was in pressing danger. He got the
couldn't understand more than a word or two. She did notice that the escorts around her grew angrier as the list continued. This was not good. To her surprise, when he was finished, Holuin repeated the charges, this time in English. Now she understood what had gotten the others riled up; the list included trespassing, grave robbing, disturbing the dead and murder. Annja listened just long enough to understand that she wasn't going to be able to talk her way out of this one easily. She was eyeing