Innocent Blood (Order of the Sanguines Series #2)

Innocent Blood (Order of the Sanguines Series #2)

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by James Rollins, Rebecca Cantrell

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In this riveting follow-up to The Blood Gospel, the first book in the thrilling and atmospheric Order of the Sanguine series, New York Times bestselling authors James Rollins and Rebecca Cantrell deliver a tale of international adventure, intrigue, suspense, and supernatural mystery involving a modern scientist, a highly secret eternal spiritual order

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In this riveting follow-up to The Blood Gospel, the first book in the thrilling and atmospheric Order of the Sanguine series, New York Times bestselling authors James Rollins and Rebecca Cantrell deliver a tale of international adventure, intrigue, suspense, and supernatural mystery involving a modern scientist, a highly secret eternal spiritual order, and a terrifying power who must join forces to bring down a ruthless and cunning enemy and prevent the Apocalypse.

While exploring a tomb hidden for centuries in the depths of Masada, Israel, brilliant archaeologist Erin Granger began an incredible journey to recover a miraculous ancient artifact tied to Christ himself. The quest introduced her to a diabolical enemy determined to discover the book and use its powers for his own dark ends. It also led her to an ancient and highly secret Vatican order—known simply as the Saguines. Though she survived, the danger has only just begun . . .

An attack outside Stanford University thrusts Erin back into the fold of the Sanguines. As the threat of Armageddon looms, she must unite with an ancient evil to halt the plans of a man determined to see the world end, a man known only as Iscariot.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Biblical prophecies and vampires drive Rollins and Cantrell’s unwieldy second Sanguines thriller featuring archeologist Erin Granger and Sgt. Jordan Stone (after 2013’s The Blood Gospel). According to the long-lost Blood Gospel, Armageddon can only be averted if three figures—the Knight of Christ, the Warrior of Man, and the Woman of Learning—seek out another mysterious figure, the First Angel. Fr. Rhun Korza has been identified as the first, Jordan as the second, and Erin may be the third. Jordan and Erin are sent to Rome to help locate the vanished Korza and are drawn into a battle of wits and force with vampiric bloodsuckers known as strigoi and with Sanguinists, strigoi who serve the Catholic Church. The result is a less than convincing blend of fractured religion, history, and mythology. 5-city author tour. Agent: (for Rollins) Russ Galen and Danny Baror; (for Cantrell) Mary Alice Kier and Anna Cottle. (Jan.)
Kirkus Reviews
The religious-themed mayhem of the authors' jointly penned Blood Gospel (2013) continues in the second of a projected four volumes. There's a touch of genius, witting or no, in pairing a Dan Brown–ian hidden-codex mystery with a vampire tale. Let that suffice lest spoilers ruin the fun, except to say that the blood of the title is no accident. Intrepid scholar Erin Granger, fresh from the Holy Land, reunites with friend-with-benefits Jordan Stone, the tough soldier who's seen some weird times in Masada and elsewhere in the Holy Land, along with Father Rhun Korza, who always knows more than he lets on. Joining the fun this time is a childlike angel who's been around for a very, very long time—so long, in fact, that he (and/or she, angels being hard to pin down, genderwise) was there at the crucifixion and has a sidelong relationship with Judas, a figure who comes off as curiously sympathetic, playing a part in a very big passion play. Judas, natch, has been doing his bit ever since to bring Christ back to Earth: "He had spent centuries in service of this holy mission." But so have many others, each in his or her own way, from witches and vampires (with scrapbooks of human hearts, no less) to priests and earthly warriors and even Lucifer, the baddest of the bad guys, his bad self. The whole yarn is improbable in the extreme, and therein lies at least some of its draw; Rollins and Cantrell seem always on the verge of breaking out into laughter even in the most fraught of situations, of which there are many—among them an absurd scenario featuring a cougar, a sedan and one of those weird sort-of-Jesuits known as the Sanguinists. By the time the tale gets around to hieroglyphic depictions of Jesus, things have become more Indiana Jones than Robert Langdon. It's junk food, but it's pretty tasty.
NY Journal of Books
“A thriller of dark subterranean complexity, rather like a rare, vintage red wine.”
Washington Post on THE BLOOD GOSPEL
“A combination of religious conspiracy and another popular genre, and to reveal more about the concept behind this engaging novel would be a crime.”
Providence Journal on INNOCENT BLOOD
“[A]nother darkly hypnotic hybrid, and supremely effective, horror-thriller… A harrowing tale that’s truly epic in scope. Not to be missed.”
New York Journal of Books on INNOCENT BLOOD
“[C]aptures the imagination and leaves the reader panting in anticipation for the next adventure.”

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HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
Order of the Sanguines Series, #2
Product dimensions:
6.50(w) x 9.20(h) x 1.60(d)

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Innocent Blood

By Rebecca Cantrell, James Rollins

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2013 Rebecca Cantrell
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-199106-6

December 18, 9:58 A.M. PST
Palo Alto, California
An edge of panic kept her tense.
As Dr. Erin Granger entered the lecture hall on the Stanford
campus, she glanced across its breadth to make sure she was alone.
She even crouched and searched under the empty seats, making cer-
tain no one was hiding there. She kept one hand on the Glock 19 in
her ankle holster.
It was a beautiful winter morning, the sun hanging in a crisp,
cloud- studded blue sky. With bright light streaming through the tall
windows, she had little to fear from the dark creatures that haunted
her nightmares.
Still, after all that had befallen her, she knew that her fellow man
was just as capable of evil.
Straightening again, she reached the lectern in front of the class-
room and let out a quiet sigh of relief. She knew her fears were illog-
ical, but that didn't stop her from checking that the hall was safe
before her students trooped in. As annoying as college kids could
be, she would fight to the death to keep each one of them from harm.
She wouldn't fail a student again.
Erin's fingers tightened on the scuffed leather satchel in her hand.
She had to force her fingers to open and place her bag next to the lec-
tern. With her gaze still roaming the room, she unbuckled the satchel
and pulled out her notes for the lecture. Usually she memorized her

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presentations, but she had taken over this class for a professor on
maternity leave. It was an interesting topic, and it kept her from
dwelling on the events that had upended her life, starting with the
loss of her two graduate students in Israel a couple of months before.
Heinrich and Amy.
The German student had died from injuries sustained following
an earthquake. Amy's death had come later, murdered because Erin
had unwittingly sent forbidden information to her student, knowl-
edge that had gotten the young woman killed.
She rubbed her palms, as if trying to wipe away that blood, that
responsibility. The room seemed suddenly colder. It couldn't have
been more than fifty degrees outside and not much warmer in the
classroom. Still, the shivers that swept through her as she prepared
her papers had nothing to do with the room's poor heating system.
Returned again to Stanford, she should have felt good to be
home, wrapped in the familiar, in the daily routines of a semester
winding toward Christmas break.
But she didn't.
Because nothing was the same.
As she straightened and prepared this morning's lecture notes,
her students arrived in ones and twos, a few climbing down the stairs
to the seats in front, but most hanging back and folding down the
seats in the uppermost rows.
“Professor Granger?”
Erin glanced to her left and discovered a young man with five
silver hoops along one eyebrow approaching her. The student wore
a determined expression on his face as he stepped in front of her.
He carried a camera with a long lens over one shoulder.
“Yes?” She didn't bother to mask the irritation in her voice.
He placed a folded slip of paper atop the wooden lectern and slid
it toward her.
Behind him, the other students in the room looked on, noncha-
lant, but they were unconvincing actors. She could tell they watched
her, wondering what she would do. She didn't need to open that slip
of paper to know that it contained the young man's phone number.
“I'm from the Stanford Daily.” He played with a hoop in his
eyebrow. “I was hoping for one quick interview for the school

She pushed the slip of paper back toward him. “No, thank you.”
She had refused all interview requests since returning from
Rome. She wouldn't break her silence now, especially as everything
she was allowed to say was a lie.
To hide the truth of the tragic events that had left her two stu-
dents dead, a story had been put out that she had been trapped three
days in the Israeli desert, entombed amid the rubble following an
earthquake at Masada. According to that false account, she was dis-
covered alive, along with an army sergeant named Jordan Stone and
her sole surviving graduate student, Nate Highsmith.
She understood the necessity of a cover story to explain the time
she had spent working for the Vatican, a subterfuge that was further
supported by an elite few in the government who also knew the truth.
The public wasn't ready for stories of monsters in the night, of the
dark underpinnings that supported the world at large.
Still, necessity or not, she had no intention of elaborating on
those lies.
The student with the line of eyebrow rings persisted. “I'd let
you review the story before I post it. If you don't like every single
bit, we can work with it until you do.”
“I respect your persistence and diligence, but it does not
change my answer.” She gestured to the half- full auditorium. “Please,
take your seat.”
He hesitated and seemed about to speak again.
She pulled herself up to her full height and fixed him with her
sternest glare. She stood only five foot eight, and with her blond hair
tied back in a casual ponytail, she didn't strike as the most intimidat-
ing figure.
Still, it was all about the attitude.
Whatever he saw in her eyes drove him back to the gathering
students, where he sank quickly into his seat, keeping his face down.
With the matter settled, she tapped her sheaf of notes into a neat
pile and drew the class to order. “Thank you all for coming to the
final session of History 104: Stripping the Divine from Biblical His-
tory. Today we will discuss common misconceptions about a reli-
gious holiday that is almost upon us, namely Christmas.”

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