God of Thunder (Rogue Angel, Book 7)
Alex Archer, Mel Odom
Archaeologist Annja Creed narrowly escapes an assault via unknown figures while she attempts to assemble a package deal close to her loft. She later learns that the sender--an outdated colleague named Fellini--has been brutally murdered. Fellini have been learning the Hammer of Thor, the Norse god of thunder, and had associated it to a Viking warrior and a twelfth-century Latvian village. A coded message in Fellini's package deal leads Annja on a wild chase alongside the canals of Venice to Latvia for extra clues to an old treasure. Rumored to be hidden deep within the forests of Latvia for 9 hundred years, this fabled prize can also be sought through a ruthless corps of mercenaries. and they'll do something to discover it. together with killing Annja Creed.
an individual to trace her calls by way of getting a courtroom order and searching at her files, Annja used the general public mobile within the bistro. She watched the road, thinking about if somebody had her. The bistro used to be small. A dozen tables have been scattered around the black-and-white-tiled flooring. Long-bladed ceiling lovers stirred the air slowly overhead. warmth from the kitchen fogged front window opposed to the lingering wintry weather relax. Annja dialed the quantity for Mailboxes & Stuff. a lady replied, sounding a bit.
powerful adequate to kill the discomfort she felt over figuring out Mario was once lifeless someplace in big apple urban. open air, she unstoppered the bottle and took a deep swig. The liquid burned the again of her throat and taken tears to her eyes that trickled down her face and felt like icicles. After one other drink, she became and headed again to her grandmother's condominium. **** The grave used to be in a small cemetery in the back of the home. Erene's grandmother used to be the final to have her bones laid there. Few areas remained.
lined pickup parts in entrance of the airport. there has been even an audio feed. the boys ultimate in on Annja pulled guns from lower than their jackets. Then the sound of computerized gunfire rattled in the course of the tiny speaker. bankruptcy 30 "Annja Creed," one of many males known as out. He pointed his pistol at her. Annja's belly churned as adrenaline sped via her process. Her senses got here alive, as sharp as they would ever been. Time bogged down for her how it occasionally did while her existence used to be at the.
driving force shifted gears. The opposite lighting fixtures flared to existence, and the auto roared backward towards the decrease. "Hang on," Annja acknowledged. the guy in entrance of her grew to become to indicate his weapon on the car's driving force. The driver's facet window used to be down, permitting Annja to obviously see Roux seated at the back of the wheel. He wore a khaki blouse less than a gloomy blue coat. the fellow fired the pistol. Bullets chopped into the automobile, gouging holes within the physique and piercing the rear driver's facet window. Annja pulled the sword into.
international, i am attaining for the sword." "My, my," Roux stated. "Surly this night, usually are not we?" "Tired.Cranky. Under-pampered." And feeling to blame simply because i am alive and a chum of mine isn't really, Annja additional silently. "You misplaced your baggage on the airport," Roux stated. "I be aware of from own event that younger ladies delight in the power to give themselves good and usually hate dishabille." "Could we store the fancy speech? i have a bathtub and that i intend to soak until eventually i glance like a raisin." Roux.