The Temple Mount Code (Thomas Lourds, Book 3)
publication three within the Thomas Lourds series.
One of the world's holiest websites hides a mystery worthy killing for . . .
Thomas Lourds, the world's top-rated pupil of historic languages, is contacted through an previous pal, Dr Lev Strauss. an extended misplaced historical scripture has been found which holds the most important to 1 of the world's maximum treasures, hidden below the mythical Temple Mount. Lourds rushes to Jerusalem to examine Strauss's find.
But on arrival, he learns his good friend has been murdered. The publication has vanished. Lourds is aware he needs to discover the assassin and song down the lacking manuscript. simply because this old artefact includes a hidden code. A code that may provide its solver entry to an impressive and scary power.
The destiny of humankind rests in Lourds palms. yet time isn't on his aspect . . .
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