The Wheel of Darkness (Agent Pendergast series)
Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child
A luxurious ocean liner on its maiden voyage around the North Atlantic, awash in wealth and decadence...
An historical Tibetan field, its contents unknown, sealed with a terrifying warning...
An FBI agent destined to confront what he fears most--himself...
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Tsering rose. “Friend Pendergast and good friend Greene,” he acknowledged, “we welcome you again to monastery of Gsalrig Chongg. Please take tea with us.” Cups of candy buttered tea have been introduced out and loved in silence. Then Tsering spoke back. “What have you ever introduced us?” “The Agozyen.” “This isn't really its box.” “The unique field didn't survive.” “And the Agozyen?” “Inside—in unique condition.” A silence. the traditional abbot spoke, after which Tsering translated. “The abbot want to recognize: did.
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