Seeker's Curse (Rogue Angel, Book 19)
Alex Archer, Victor Milán
Enlisted through the Japan Buddhist Federation to catalog a few old shrines dotted throughout Nepal, archaeologist Annja Creed is venerated to aid. Political violence has triggered the Federation to guard holy websites from desecration and vandalism, and Annja is their final wish to correctly preserve those websites. the place there's vandalism, there's plundering, and native police quickly develop into suspicious of Annja's presence. yet she is extra involved in the antiques smugglers and Maoist guerrillas attempting to kill her. whilst she needs to trek excessive up within the Himalayas to guard a sacred golden Buddha statue from falling into the arms of her pursuers, she's instructed that where is cursed--and guarded via demons. And Annja has no selection yet to stand her demons.
Caked in lumpy light sedimentary layers on each horizontal floor and on the edges of walkways around the hardwood-plank ground of the warehouse. As her imaginative and prescient adjusted she observed it was once a warehouse jam-packed with unsteady-looking cabinets weighted down with packing containers and gadgets of doubtful nature. Following her sketchy hosts, Annja complicated into the crowded inside. It wasn’t cave-black; a grayish illumination got here from someplace, like fog. every thing that wasn’t horizontal and caked in droppings, it seemed,.
there have been villagers, farmers and hill herdsfolk in all places, unseen by way of overseas eyes. yet there have been such a lot of slim crevasses and caves hidden between rocks it couldn’t be that arduous to stash a physique with out an individual realizing. No. no matter what this used to be, it wasn’t a seize intended to kill her. a minimum of now not first and foremost. That raised the hairs on the nape of her neck. She knew there rather have been worse issues than dying that can ensue to you. She’d encountered means too a lot of them long ago few years. The wind.
Scouts together with his kukri pressed to the thin neck of the older son of the relations they'd simply left. From the slim ridge’s most sensible the scout gave the boy a shove. He rolled down and landed simply in entrance of the major’s boots. Rifles swung to hide the boy. Jagannatha waved them off. “Why are you sneaking after us, boy? Are you spying on us?” “No!” The boy scrambled to his toes. Jagannatha hooked his thumbs during the internet belt he wore and rocked again at the heels of his British Army-issue boots.
depraved sorceress. And whilst ultimately the treasure was once of their fingers and the Creed lady and the policeman have been lifeless, confidently after a really good deal of discomfort, Enver Bajraktari was once simply the guy to type concerns out. He was once strong at that kind of factor. “Pasha?” Duka grunted. It was once an previous borrowing from Turkish, which means “boss.” “Yes?” The man’s enormous shaggy head nodded. “Storm coming.” Bajraktari regarded past the brightly coloured line of the occasion they pursued. The thick, gray-hearted clouds that.
might inform the voices have been dwindling. Their enemies have been fleeing backpedal the path, swifter than might were secure even in brilliant solar with naked, dry rock underfoot. “There’s no such factor as demons,” Annja acknowledged firmly. “The altitude has to be affecting them, too, specifically Bajraktari’s gang. They acquired jumbled up within the hurricane and began combating one another. That’s all.” Pan stated not anything. “Hurry, please,” Prasad known as again to them. Urgency rang truly in his voice. Annja didn’t ask.