The Soul Stealer (Rogue Angel, Book 12)
Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz
Their final worry got here actual. after which issues acquired worse. Annja Creed jumps on the likelihood to hitch a fellow archaeologist on a quest to discover a relic. yet she's now not so delighted approximately northern Siberia, the place they're hoping to find whatever buried within the long-undisturbed soil of Russia's frozen terrain. after they succeed in town of Jakutsk, Annja is do away with through its grey panorama and hugely superstitious population. They declare they're being hunted. Then one of many villagers is going lacking. The locals blame the Khosadam, a ghost of a fallen goddess acknowledged to ingest the souls of the departed. yet there are not any clean graves. She is now searching the dwelling. whilst Annja seeks to smash the apparition, she discovers a good extra scary fact -- and will have hit a lifeless finish.
one other tunnel they hadn’t spotted ahead of. Gregor shifted path. He drew Annja besides him, towards the groaning sound. After a couple of minutes of feeling round, Gregor took Annja’s fingers and placed them over the outlet. She may possibly believe the cool breeze coming from it. used to be this the hideaway of Khosadam? She might believe Gregor her. Annja glanced at him and shook her head. There’d be time adequate for exploring the lair later. She sought after Bob’s physique faraway from any longer damage. She owed him.
fireplace may alert the creature to her presence. Annja glanced up on the roof of the cave. there has been no telling how thick the rock was once above her. there has been a good probability that it had sufficiently filtered the water dripping down and that pool was once, actually, particularly secure to drink from. She stepped toward the pool. It were many hours considering she’d had something to drink. Her lips have been dry and caked. The insides of her cheeks felt mossy. Her tongue had thickened additionally. She knew she used to be dehydrated.
i suppose I’ve made peace with it.” “I’m a bit new to the whole lot. bet it nonetheless doesn’t believe love it suits me all that well,” she stated. “It will.” Annja bit into the various quail and chewed. “I don’t comprehend if I intend on making it a standard prevalence. The hero factor, I mean.” “Well, now, that’s the object approximately being a hero—no one ever units out to do it intentionally. and those that do usually prove useless due to their efforts. actual heroism is whatever else entirely.” “I guess,”.
Magadan in spite of everything. perhaps she may perhaps radio for aid. She sat down on a close-by chair and flipped some of the switches and dials. Sharp bursts of static echoed during the pantry. Annja keyed the mike. “Mayday, mayday, mayday. attempting to succeed in somebody in Magadan. Over.” not anything yet static spoke back. Annja frowned and attempted to recollect something she knew approximately radios. With the transparent skies overhead, she shouldn’t have any difficulty getting reception or transmitting a sign. until the antenna was once.
Medic was once doing solid paintings on Bob, who smiled weakly at Annja. The medic stated whatever to the commando chief, who nodded after which appeared again at Annja. “He says your pal can be lifeless. yet that he'll live.” Annja winked at Bob. “Defying the chances back, huh?” “I’m like a foul fungus, apparently.” “Apparently.” “We’ll fly him out,” the chief stated. “Thank you,” Annja responded. A burst of radio static broke out over the leader’s radio unit. He spoke into it for a second after which listened.