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Jefferson Burke and the Secret of the Lost Scroll is a mystery as old as the Christian church wrapped in a modern-day thriller. Though an unwilling hero, professor Jefferson Burke's intellectual curiosity pits him against the powerful Bruno Krueger in a race to find a 2000-year-old scroll that calls into question the divinity of Christ and could shake the foundation of Christian faith, upsetting the balance of power in the modern world. Their deadly quest spans the globe, involving officials from the Vatican, CIA...
Jefferson Burke and the Secret of the Lost Scroll is a mystery as old as the Christian church wrapped in a modern-day thriller. Though an unwilling hero, professor Jefferson Burke's intellectual curiosity pits him against the powerful Bruno Krueger in a race to find a 2000-year-old scroll that calls into question the divinity of Christ and could shake the foundation of Christian faith, upsetting the balance of power in the modern world. Their deadly quest spans the globe, involving officials from the Vatican, CIA and FBI agents, British royalty, a Hollywood actress, and modern terrorists. This classic battle of good vs. evil will hook believers and doubters alike. The uncertainties raised by the very existence of the elusive scroll will have every reader questioning the basis of their faith and wondering what would happen if certain fundamental truths suddenly were proven untrue. Artfully and thoughtfully told, this is the kind of action-packed adventure story that will keep loyal Ace Collins readers—and increasing legions of new fans—coming back for more.
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Baltore the priest had no idea where they had come from. Like ghosts, they seemed to appear out of thin air, but he was well aware that his plight was of his own making. He should have stopped at the inn two miles back. That would have been the logical choice for a man traveling alone. As he dug his heels into his mount, he cursed himself for not being more careful. If he had listened to reason, he'd be safely sharing a meal with a few Roman citizens rather than riding into the face of a cold March wind, fleeing a trio of bandits. Alas, listening to others had never been his strong suit. He always had to do things his way. His mother had told him time and time again that his muleheadedness would lead to his destruction. Now it appeared she was right.
The horse Baltore rode was gentle and trustworthy, but hardly fast. It didn't gallop as much as it lumbered along the dusty trail. He knew that almost anyone pursuing him would be riding steeds faster than his. So, if he had no chance to either outwit or outrun them, why was he urging his horse to go faster? Why didn't he just pull to a stop, dismount, and give up? After all, the chase would not last long, and the culmination of this adventure would be no different if it ended now or five minutes into the future. Yet, as if driven by the hounds of hell, Baltore raced toward the coming night alternately reviling himself for his stupidity and praying for a miracle he knew he didn't deserve.
In the dwindling light, neither Baltore nor the aging horse saw the hole, but the rider felt it. At a full gallop, he had no time to adjust. The gray animal stumbled and tried in vain to regain his footing. Baltore was torn from his saddle and tossed headfirst into a dense thicket. The branches cushioned his fall, but the thorns tore at his skin. Blood oozed from scores of scratches on his arms and cheeks as he awkwardly rolled to his feet. He could hear the bandits. They were still a hundred yards behind him but closing fast. Maybe he had time to remount! Maybe they hadn't seen him fall! Maybe ... then the horrible reality flooded his mind. His horse had collapsed on the far side of the road. The ride was over and so was the chase.
As the specter of death approached, he realized he still had one more holy mission to accomplish. Ignoring the pain, he raced to the dead animal as fast as his short, thick legs could carry him. Pushing aside the flowing sleeves of his clerical robe, the stocky man reached for the leather bag attached to his saddle. But before he could grab it, an arrow pierced his left hand. Time had run out.
In shock, Baltore studied his hand. The arrow had stopped after traveling six inches through his palm. Like him, it was stuck in limbo — not moving. Blood filled his palm. The projectile's tip seemed to mock him, urging him to yell, to scream. Yet though he knew he should be in pain, he wasn't. It was as if he had fallen into a trance with his focal point the arrow. He felt numb, so numb that he barely heard the voices shouting or noted the black-clad trio dismount.
Baltore's world, which just a few seconds before had been consumed by a race down a forest trail, was suddenly void of chaos. There was no mission, no enemy to run from or confront, no yesterday or tomorrow. There was just now. And in the now, nothing mattered except how to deal with this unexpected injury.
A thousand voices spoke to him, and an equal number of questions were tossed his way. Should he pull it out? If he broke it in half, would that make it easier to remove? Would it hurt less just to leave it in? He kept his gaze on his hand until he was grabbed by the shoulder and spun around to face the three marauders. Suddenly he again was a part of the real world. He felt an intense pain.
Like a wounded child looking for compassion, Baltore held his hand out toward the men. The shortest one grinned, grabbed the shaft at the fletching, and yanked the barbed iron tip back through the wounded hand, retracng its path. Baltore's cries filled the woods. Yet no one, except the three men who seemed intent on tormenting him, was there to hear. The injured man's tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground.
"Where is it?" the short one demanded as he stuffed the bloody arrow into his belt.
Baltore feebly shook his head. It wasn't the answer the man wanted. A large fist met the friar's chin, dislodging three teeth and knocking him back into a tree. As he spat, Baltore moaned, "I'm a poor priest. I have nothing of value."
The words had barely cleared his mouth when the final rays of sunlight caught a flash of metal. A second later a sword, obviously handled by a master, sliced off his left earlobe, and the trio laughed. Blood dripped from this new injury.
"We can take you apart piece by piece," the tallest bandit announced in an almost merry tone. "We can make it easy for the birds to dine on a meal of heavenly delight. You see, we know you're a priest. We don't care. Killing a king, a peasant, or a man of the cloth, it's all the same to us. If you value your life, give us what we want."
"But I beg you," Baltore began, his bleeding hand extending forward.
"Don't beg, priest." The leader's words cut the air with the same authority as his sword. "We know what you have. You can give it to us and keep what's left of your fleshy body."
He allowed Baltore to digest that thought before adding, "Or we can simply take it from you after we kill you. It's up to you. How soon do you want to meet your God?"
Baltore glanced back at his dead horse. With that one look, he gave away the only secret he had left. He now had no bargaining chips. No longer was his life worth even a grain of salt.
"Grab the bag," the tall man ordered. The widest of the three, his black hair creeping out from under a metal helmet, waddled toward the horse and cut the rope binding the bag to the saddle, then tossed the pouch to the band's leader.
"Your pope made this far too easy," the tall one said as he glanced into the pouch. "Yes, much too easy for us, but not so easy for you."
"Why do you want that?" Baltore demanded, his voice filled with passion. "It's nothing but an old document written in a language you wouldn't understand."
The tall man produced a grin that cut as sharply as a knife. "My name is Thomas ... Thomas of Myra. I've studied Aramaic, Hebrew, and Greek. I can read seven different languages. I once spent three years in the great library in Alexandria. I've traveled to places you have never heard of and have met men you revere as legends. In fact, I probably know His Holiness as well as you, though the pope doesn't really know me at all. He doesn't know my potential or my ultimate goal. He knows nothing of my methods. I know what this is. I also know why you have it and what you intend to do with it."
The man pulled a scroll from the pouch. He unrolled a bit of the ancient thin leather on which the words had been penned and held it up to catch the last of the fading light. After a few moments of study, he returned it to the bag.
"Baltore," he said. The priest looked up. "Yes, I know your name. I've been following you for months waiting for this moment."
The priest was so amazed by this revelation, he forgot about his pain. Why hadn't he seen these men? How had he not known they were there? He had been so careful. Or at least he thought he had. Maybe one of the monks had given him up. No, that couldn't be.
"Baltore. Wake up!"
The priest looked back at the tall man.
"Have you read what is written here?" the mysterious man asked.
Baltore had been ordered not to, but the temptation had been too great. What good would lying do now? He nodded.
"Did it frighten you?"
"No," Baltore replied.
The tall man grinned. "Why do you suppose these words so frighten the church's leaders?"
Baltore shrugged. His vows ordered him to serve the church, not to question the motives of the men who led it. Hence, they thought and he acted. It had never dawned on him to actually consider their motives.
"It is about power," the tall man, the one whose name was Thomas, explained. "In this scroll is the power to control not just men but governments. This paper rewrites history, and there are many who don't want it to be rewritten. But I do. Baltore, I will rewrite history, at least my own history. And I can do so with what you have so generously given to me. Sadly, you won't be around to see my rise. As a moral man, I doubt you would enjoy what I will become, but I believe, as a historian, that if this scroll contains what legend says it contains, you would find it fascinating."
The man walked toward his horse and glanced back at his confederates. "Kill him."
If the order shocked them, the men's faces didn't reveal it. The response was swift and sure.
Baltore never saw the sword coming, but he felt it as it sliced into his belly. A second later it slid out of his body as easily as it had entered. The wounded hand no longer bothered him. Nor did the ear. Nothing bothered him. He fell to his knees. As his eyelids closed, the last thing he saw was the blood seeping through his red robe.
The glint of morning sunlight filtering through the naked branches of the trees brought Baltore to his senses. At least that's what he later told his brother. As he lay on the ground peering up at the yellow beams, he wondered where he was. Heaven? Surely not, the air was too cold. But if not heaven, then where? He remembered the flash of the sword, his own murder. He was sure of that. In fact, it had happened right here, on this trail. So if this was death, it was nothing like he expected. What next?
Sucking in a deep breath, Baltore felt air rush into his lungs. He was alive! Everything must have been a dream. That was it, a nightmare. He remembered he had fallen off his horse. He probably had hit his head and imagined it all. Yes, it was a dream, a warning from God.
Suddenly, panic set in. He had wasted too much time. He had an important mission, and he had to move on. He tried to get up off the ground, but the sharp pain proved that what had happened on the trail had been no dream. Moving his hand in front of his face, he saw that a bandage had been carefully wrapped around his wound. He struggled to his knees and looked down, touched where the sword had sliced his belly. That too had been dressed.
"God in heaven!"
Now seized by a sense of fear and confusion, Baltore painfully staggered to his feet. He saw he wasn't alone. Two of the bandits had not left. They were as still as the rocks along the road — dead!
Baltore looked all around. There was no one else. He heard the chirping of birds. A horse was tied to a far tree. It looked like one the bandits had been riding. The priest's leather pouch, the one the bandit had taken, was carefully bound to the saddle.
Baltore made the sign of the cross, then painfully walked to the animal and untied the reins. He pulled himself up into the saddle and headed east. He didn't look back, even once.
As the priest rode away, the lone living member of the trio moved out from the shadows. He stepped over one of the bodies and took a final look around. Then he slipped back into the woods and mounted his horse. He rode off into the west.
History would never reveal who he was or why he chose to spare the priest.
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Posted July 31, 2011
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I had the privilege of interviewing Ace Collins, on our radio show "Kingdom Highlights", for his new book, "Jefferson Burke And The Secret Of The Lost Scroll" published by Zondervan.
Dr. Jefferson Burke is the Dean of History at the University of Illinois in Urbana. A man on a mission, claiming to be an agent of the Vatican, states that he needs Dr. Burke on a matter of life and death. He is searching for an ancient scroll, another Gospel, allegedly written by Joseph, the stepfather of Jesus. Now this scroll may discount the divinity of Jesus and it may be stored right there at the University and only Burke can get it. And the adventure begins!
The hunt is on for this ancient scroll which will lead Dr. Burke and FBI agent, Lisa Marie Cho, who is trying to protect him, to the mountains of Afghanistan and various other spots on the planet as new information leads the little team to the next encounter with possible death. The bad guys are led by multi-billionaire, Bruno Krueger who will stop at nothing to posses the scroll to use in his quest for world dominion.
What makes a book a thriller? Putting the heroes in deadly danger and keeping them there until almost the last page. Ace Collins has delivered an exciting, pulse-pounding thriller with "Jefferson Burke And The Secret Of The Lost Scroll". Burke and the team are narrowly escaping death trap after death trap set up by Krueger as both teams hunt for this scroll. Ace Collins has given us a mystery, detective story, spy adventure and romance all neatly rolled up into one book. I did not want to put down ""Jefferson Burke And The Secret Of The Lost Scroll". There are a number of great themes in this book one of which is fear of the unknown. No one has read the scroll yet most people fear what it has to say. Your relationship with Jesus plays an integral part in this book, to find out why it must be read. Mr. Collins has created a winner with this series as he said there will be more Jefferson Burke stories. I recommend this book highly and am looking forward to the next book in the series.
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Posted July 4, 2011
I was provided a pre-release copy of this book, and although I was familiar with many of the author's non-fiction works, I had not previously read one of his novels. I was hooked on the story from the first chapter. Although published by Zondervan, a Christian book publisher, Jefferson Burke & the Secret of the Lost Scroll reads more like an action-adventure from the general market, reminiscent of The Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Di Vinci Code. Collins draws strong characters, including a former American-Asian Army Ranger turned FBI agent by the name of Lisa Marie Cho, who often drives the main action of the plot. She is accompanied by university professor Jefferson Burke, a sometimes-unwilling traveler in the ride of/for his life, who is a compelling and likable character none-the-less. Despite their differences, Burke and Cho work together well as they seek to unravel clues from a mystery that has crossed centuries and international borders. Blurring the line between fiction and reality, Collins weaves in elements of real history--such as secret societies and the inclusion of well- and lesser-known historical characters sprinkled throughout the plot--pulling the reader into the "experience" of the story. This is a fast-paced, well-written action adventure that will entertain a cross-section of readers.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 21, 2012
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