Grendel's Curse (Rogue Angel, Book 48)
Alex Archer, Steven Savile
A sword of legend within the arms of an extremist…
Skalunda Barrow, Sweden, has lengthy been rumored to be the ultimate resting position of the mythical Nordic hero Beowulf. And there's anything of Beowulf's that charismatic and zealous right-wing flesh presser Karl Thorssen desires very badly. rationale on getting his palms at the legendary sword Nægling, Sweden's golden-boy politico places jointly a workforce to excavate the barrow. A staff that American archaeologist Annja Creed manages to finagle her approach onto. She wouldn't leave out this attainable discovery for something.
With Nægling at his aspect, Thorssen can be invincible…a Nordic King Arthur. What his fans don't know—and Annja is starting to suspect—is simply how a long way Thorssen will visit in attaining his rabid amibitions. while Thorssen marks Annja for loss of life, she fast realizes that this is often even more than a political online game. And the single method to live to tell the tale is to check Thorssen's sword along with her personal.
Wouldn’t be. in its place, she’d instructed him she wanted him to interview Elinor Johnsson from the museum of antiquities approximately Beowulf’s swords. The museum used to be up in Stockholm, approximately as distant as she may possibly ship him. Six hours at the educate there, six again, which intended an in a single day remain. She took the freedom of reserving him right into a inn and, because of Micke Rehnfeldt, controlled to snag him tickets to determine a jazz singer she’d heard him point out, who simply so occurred to be enjoying in a small membership down by means of the.
not anything approximately Karl Thorssen used to be. The digital camera shifted concentration, opting for Thorssen. The flesh presser raised his arm, echoing the picture at the display. It used to be a delicately choreographed circulate. He used to be totally up to the mark, taking part in the gang until eventually a unexpected explosion of noise erupted—through the doorways, from the sound method, from the partitions round her. the full framework of the theater trembled, after which the stones themselves looked as if it would cry out because the development twisted and buckled. The cheers mutated into.
Going to inform me what?” “Not until eventually it makes extra sense,” Annja acknowledged. “Okay, yet you’ll name me approximately dinner?” “You understand I will,” she promised, her brain already racing with questions. What was once a pyrotechnics specialist doing at Thorssen’s rally? Wasn’t it a twist of fate that there may be an explosion whereas he was once there, and regardless of the devastation the only one who must have been the objective primarily walked away uninjured? If he’d been attempting to kill Thorssen he’d made a botch task of it, hadn’t.
Pity harmony isn't any longer in provider, then. nobody is coming to rescue you. you could have that engraved in your gravestone in case you like. not anyone got here. You won’t be leaving this church till the coroner is suffering to spot your charcoaled remains.” That was once an excessive amount of for the cameraman. He cried out uselessly for support. Tostig felt the warmth of anger start to upward thrust. He hit the guy demanding with the again of his hand. there has been no caution. He didn’t carry again. The blow snapped the cameraman’s head again.
She? Annja began to run. Above her, a sequence of sharp cracks introduced one other coming near near cave in. It felt as though the whole weight of the roof used to be approximately to come back down on best of her. Annja threw herself in the course of the sacristy door. Seconds later the crucifix fell, tearing clear of the wall with a scream of tortured steel. She couldn’t give it some thought. All she may do used to be concentrate on the digital camera case. It needed to be in right here. She’d visible it in the following. yet she couldn’t see it now. She desired to scream. It.