Brian Haughton is an author and researcher on the subjects of ancient civilizations, prehistoric monuments, and supernatural folklore. He previous books include Hidden History; History's Mysteries; Lore of the Ghost; and Haunted Spaces, Sacred Places. Born in Birmingham, England, he is a qualified archaeologist with a BA in European archaeology from the University of Nottingham and a master's in Greek archaeology from Birmingham University.
Ancient Treasures: The Discovery of Lost Hoards, Sunken Ships, Buried Vaults, and Other Long-Forgotten Artifactsby Brian Haughton
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Why are so many people fascinated by treasure? Is it purely a desire for wealth, or is it also the romantic appeal of tales of lost ancient artifacts? It is certainly true that the stories behind the loss and recovery of a number of ancient treasures read like edge-of-the-seat fiction, somewhere between Indiana Jones and James Bond.
In Ancient Treasures, you will read fascinating stories of lost hoards, looted archaeological artifacts, and sunken treasures, including:
* The Sevso Treasure, a hoard of large silver vessels from the late Roman Empire--estimated to be worth $200 million--looted in the 1970s and sold on the black market.
* The Amber Room, a complete chamber decoration of amber panels backed with gold leaf and mirrors, stolen by the Nazis in 1941 and brought to the castle at Konigsberg in Russia, from which it disappeared.
* The fabulous wealth of Roman and Viking hoards buried in the ground for safekeeping, only to be unearthed centuries later by humble metal detectorists.
* The wrecks of the Spanish Treasure Fleets, whose New World plunder has been the target of elaborate salvage attempts by modern treasure hunters.
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Grandview, Indiana was a fairly nice town with fairly nice people. During the summertime, kids would rush out of school with hopes of leaving the tiny town to go someplace better, like Florida. But on one particular day, a girl named Harmony Baites would rush home and find out that her cousin, Annabell, would be living with her and her siblings. This didn't surprise her, but it did make her jump for joy. Her cousin, who she hadn't seen in years, would come LIVE with them! Finally, she would have a friend. On this day, Harmony would also be able to ride in the front seat of her mom's Ford on the way to pick Annabell up. <br> Susan, or Mrs. Baites, waited in the car with Harmony for the SUV that was going to drop off her neice. For thirty minutes, Susan sat quietly, listening to her daughter talk on and off about how much fun she and Annabell were going to have. <br> "Harmony, just remember the reason WHY Anna is coming. This must be hard for her." <br> Of course. How could she have forgotten so soon? She quieted down until she saw the sleek outline of a large, black SUV heading there way. The Ford, parrelel parked on the side of the road, shook slightly while Harmony bounced around. Susan, dressed in a Floral T and jeans, got out of the car as the SUV stopped. <br> Through the dark tinted windows, Susan could see the black outline of her neice. She smiled happily as one of the windows in the front rolled down. A man with an ugly chopped mustache and a bald head poked out. <br> "Good afternoon, Bill," She plastered a grin on her face. <br> "Shut it, lady. You seen a 'Susan Bites' around?" He asked rudely. <br> "Baites," She corrected. "I'm Susan. Is that her?" <br> "Better believe it," He turned toward the back. "Get out now, you lazy cow! Your fat Aunt's waitin' for ya'." <br> Susan glared at Bill. "I'm not fat, Baldie." <br> She helped Anna out of the car, carrying the luggage. "Is that all?" She asked Annabell. She just nodded and headed for the car. Susan glanced at Bill. "If you've done anything to change my neice, you'll be sorry. You know she was supposed to come to us first, since your hardly a man." <br> Bill just rolled his eyes and started to roll the window up. "Not my fault her mom dissapeared. Not my fault she came to me." And with that, he turned the SUV around, leaving Susan in the dust. 'Crazy old man.' She thought. <br> Back in the car with Annabell in the back, they headed to the house, where more secrets than there should be are waiting to be found.