The Tenth Saint: Book One [NOOK Book]

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Cambridge archaeologist Sarah Weston makes an unusual discovery in the ancient Ethiopian mountain kingdom of Aksum—a sealed tomb with inscriptions in an obscure dialect. Along with her colleague, American anthropologist Daniel Madigan, she tries to identify the entombed man and translate the inscriptions. Tracking down clues in Addis Ababa and the monasteries of Lalibela, Sarah and Daniel uncover a codex in the subterranean library revealing the secret of the tomb—a set of prophecies about Earth’s final hours, ...
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Cambridge archaeologist Sarah Weston makes an unusual discovery in the ancient Ethiopian mountain kingdom of Aksum—a sealed tomb with inscriptions in an obscure dialect. Along with her colleague, American anthropologist Daniel Madigan, she tries to identify the entombed man and translate the inscriptions. Tracking down clues in Addis Ababa and the monasteries of Lalibela, Sarah and Daniel uncover a codex in the subterranean library revealing the secret of the tomb—a set of prophecies about Earth’s final hours, written by a man hailed by Ethiopian mystics as Coptic Christianity’s 10th saint. Faced with violent opposition and left for dead in the heart of the Simien Mountains, Sarah and Daniel survive to journey to Paris, where they’re given a 14th-century letter describing the catastrophic events that will lead to the planet’s demise. Connecting the two discoveries, Sarah faces a deadly conspiracy to keep the secret buried in order to promote technological advances presently leading toward the prophesied end of the Earth.
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In the pseudonymous Niko’s undistinguished thriller debut, archeologist Sarah Weston, who’s on a dig in Aksum, Ethiopia, doesn’t welcome the arrival of celebrity anthropologist Daniel Madigan, sent to assist by her antsy funders eager for results. When the pair find some human remains in a coffin bearing an ominous warning that a curse awaits anyone removing them, the Ethiopian ministry of culture’s director believes that the bones belong to the so-called 10th saint who spread Christianity in his country, “according to Coptic mysticism.” The discovery, of course, places Sarah and Daniel in danger, but even the threat of starvation while stranded in a remote canyon can’t stop the two from engaging in the sort of banter that’s more convincing on the big screen than on the page. The complications of the plot’s development could have been intriguing, but end up a muddle. And would Scotland Yard really send a rescue helicopter all the way to Ethiopia? (Mar.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605422466
  • Publisher: Medallion Media Group
  • Publication date: 3/1/2012
  • Series: Sarah Weston Chronicles , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 438
  • Sales rank: 161,994
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

D.J. Niko is the pseudonym for Daphne Nikolopoulos, a journalist, author, editor, and self-proclaimed modern nomad who has spent the better part of two decades traveling the world. As a former travel writer and zealous adventurer, she has visited remote spots on six continents, many of which have inspired her novels. She has a particular passion for deserts and the nomadic way of life and has spent time among various tribes in Africa and Asia. She was born and raised in Athens, Greece, and now resides in Florida with her family.

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The Tenth Saint


By D. J. Niko

Medallion Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 D. J. Niko
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60542-245-9


Chapter One

The camel trod tentatively on a patch of cracked earth. The upper crust shattered underfoot the heavily laden beast like unfired pottery broken into a thousand pieces. The camel driver, a gaunt man shrouded in indigo gauze from head to bare feet, made an urgent clicking sound and hit the animal on its hindquarters with a palm frond whip. The camel took two quick steps in reaction to the insult, then halted, groaning its displeasure. Despite repeated calls from its driver, it was going no farther and that was that.

The man peeled back his headdress to uncover his face. His skin was the color of antelope hide, with deep grooves carved into his forehead and cheek hollows. The sun had taken its toll on him over the fifty years he had walked the desert. He looked like an emaciated octogenarian, tired and beaten down by life, but his eyes, pools of liquid onyx, shone with a spirit full of vigor and wisdom, the kind needed to guide a tribe of nomads through this unforgiving country. He squinted to the sky to confirm the position of the sun. It was as he thought: directly overhead. He appraised the desert around him. All that he surveyed was arid and parched. Parched like the camels and his fellow riders. The midday sun scorched without remorse, and there was no salvation—no water, no shade—in sight.

With one hand, he drew circles in the air to summon the other men. "We will stop here," he told them when they'd gathered round. "The animals are tired. They must have water."

"But, Shaykh, there is no water," said one of the younger men, his narrow eyes full of doubt. "There hasn't been water in many moons." The leader put his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Then we shall find some, Abu. The desert is our mother. She always provides."

The young man did not talk back to his elder. It was the Bedouin way: trust and obey. The elders had proven themselves as men of great character and honor and, as such, commanded the respect of the goums. Hairan was chief of the tribe, the Bedouins' moral and spiritual leader.

The others stood by the old chief, waiting for direction. Hairan instructed them to make camp and start a fire. Then he summoned the old woman Taneva and asked her to gather some of the womenfolk and walk toward the east in search of water.

Taneva kneeled before the chief in reverence, shrinking into her black woolen robes, the standard dress of Bedouin widows. She was the eldest woman in the tribe and therefore the one who had witnessed the most, including the birth of two generations. Nothing remained of her youth but dignity. Her eyes, ringed in black kohl, smoldered like a half-spent fire. Her receding brown lips were taut with determination. The strands of hair escaping her black veil framed her face like threads of silver tinsel.

Hairan motioned to her to rise and stand as his equal. "There was rain in the east two days ago." He pointed to a pair of high sand dunes. "Behind those dunes is a low valley. Look for the water there."

Taneva bowed and backed away.

Three women accompanied Taneva eastward, the sand hot as a simmering cauldron beneath their bare feet. Balancing earthen jars on their heads, they did not complain but walked on, as their people had done for centuries before them.

For half an hour they endured the discomfort, and they were rewarded for it. Just as Hairan had predicted, a pool of water was inside a hollow in the sand. It wasn't much-barely enough to last the day—and it swarmed with insects. But tomorrow was a new day, and it would bring as much hope as any other. The women kneeled to collect what little water there was, straining it through the gauze of their head veils to purify it.

Driven by a premonition that there was more to find, Taneva left the others and walked toward another depression in the sand. As she came to the edge of the hollow, her gaze fell upon a thing she had never before encountered. She squinted to get a clearer look.

In the sand was a bulge.

She hurried down, raising great plumes of dust with her bare feet. Something was there, indeed. Something unnatural.

She approached the mass and with a desert woman's sense of duty began brushing the sand aside to reveal what lay beneath. Her hand swept over a coarse snarl like the heap of her woolen embroidery threads after a sandstorm. She jerked her hand away, her eyes wide and mouth trembling with dread. Instinctively she looked around for help, but no one was near. With a deep breath, she returned to her task. The women of the desert, like the men, did not turn away from what was put on their path. It was their fate. To walk away would be to defy the powers, which would lead to certain ruin.

Taneva's hand came upon something hard, a protrusion, like bone. With both hands, she made a groove in the sand and dug with new resolve. The head revealed itself first. The eyes were deep in their sockets, the skin around them purple from impact or pain. The hair was fair of color and short, so crusted with sand it resembled the fleece of a long-dead sheep.

Taneva pushed the rest of the sand aside to uncover the naked body of a man, curled in the fetal position and pale as death. She pressed both hands to her mouth to contain a shriek. Falling to her knees next to the body, she chanted the song of the dying as an offering for the soul of the victim.

That night, Hairan tended to the stranger inside his own tent. By all accounts, the man should have been dead. By some miracle, he wasn't. Hairan himself doubted he would live, for his breathing was shallow, his body battered, and his unconscious state closer to death than slumber. But as a Bedouin, a shaykh, and a medicine man, he was bound to care for the stranger until he had either recovered or given up the fight.

Hairan had put the man on his own mat and covered him with all of his woolen blankets to reverse his plummeting temperature. The stranger's skin was cold and dry to the touch, as if life was slowly departing. The chief had never seen a man with skin the hue of bleached bone or hair the color of the sun. It did not matter. Whoever the stranger was and wherever he had come from, they were the same, just as man and beast and grain of desert sand were the same.

With the vacillating flame of an oil lamp as his sole guidance, the old man placed some herbs on a stone and rolled them between his fingers. He picked up a pinch and put it to his nose. "Not enough," he muttered and continued crushing until the healing oils of the leaves were released.

When he was satisfied with the consistency and aroma of the paste, he rubbed a handful on the stranger's cheeks, forehead, and lips and another on his chest. The remaining pulp he placed inside the man's hands, closing them in loose fists.

Hairan lifted his own hands to the sky in deference to the powers. "I am a simple man who knows nothing," he chanted softly. "Whatever wisdom has been granted me I gladly share with my pale brother. But he is not mine to save. His fate is known only by the Great Spirit, the keeper of all life."

He curled up on the ground next to the stranger. That would be his bed tonight, cold and inhospitable as it was. Discomfort was not appalling to the Bedouin. It was as much a part of existence in the desert as the beating sun or a camel's foul breath or the endless expanse of dunes gilded by the last streaks of daylight.

Hairan stared at the man who lay battling for his earthly life. With his sharp-angled nose, pale pink lips, long fingers and limbs, and unpigmented hide, he was neither Bedouin nor Arab, nor Jew for that matter.

Taneva walked in with a glass of warm goat's milk. "Will he live?"

The chief shook his head. "Of this I cannot be certain."

"Is he one of those savages from the East, Shaykh?"

"Perhaps. Or perhaps he is from the other side of the Red Sea, a trader. There is no need to ask such questions. All things will be revealed if it is time and if we are ready."

"You are a wise man, Hairan. A generous man."

"I do only what is required of me. We are all one, and we live to serve each other."

She threw her own blanket on Hairan and stroked his hair tenderly in a rare display of affection. Before the other inhabitants of the goums, he was the shaykh and she an old woman. Only when they were alone was she his mother. "Your father would be proud. Good night, my son."

The stranger opened his eyes on the morning of the seventh day. The veil of unconsciousness still weighed heavily on his eyelids, and his body ached so much he could do no more than lie still.

He surveyed his surroundings in the stupor of long slumber, like a bear awakened from hibernation. The walls were thick burlap, the roof held up by a tree trunk in the center of the room. There was no floor. He lay on blankets stretched out on sand. In the far corner was a small bench carved from wood holding some stone implements. At his bedside were an earthen pot, blackened from fire, and a pile of filthy gauze. His blankets were woolen and so heavy he did not have the strength to lift them, but they were beautiful, obviously woven by an artist's hands, with images of stars and scorpions and all-seeing eyes in indigo, saffron, and crimson.

Though he tried to sort out what was happening, his brain was not processing it. The images were unfamiliar. He knew he was inside a tent, but whose, where? Was he in danger? And how had he gotten here? His head ached as he tried to recall the circumstances that had brought him to this place. He could not. He was looking around in frustration, desperate for a clue to spark his memory, when a man ducked in.

The man nodded at him but said nothing. A tight smile crossed his weathered lips, and his face contorted to reveal a network of furrows.

"Who are you?" he croaked in English. "What is this place? Why am I here?"

The chief said something in an incomprehensible language, dipped gauze in liquid, and wiped his brow.

He started to pull away but lacked the strength to put up a fight.

The chief handed him a small clay pot, pointed to his own lips, and spoke again.

Still bewildered, he turned his head away. "Leave me be, old man. Go tend to your goats or something."

The chief slipped out of the tent in silence.

With eyes closed, he tried to summon a memory. Random images raced through his mind, and it was impossible to make sense of them. He saw faces—faces he did not recognize, their features erased by memory's cruel hand. Metallic voices banged around his head, mocking him with their sinister pitch. There was darkness, then a bright orange light, amorphous and violent, like fire. The image chilled his blood. A woman's voice emerged from behind the darkness. He could not see her face, but her voice was calm and comforting. She spoke a single word: Gabriel.

He knew with all certainty that the name was his own, but his memory cheated him of all else. No amount of effort could muster the recollection of who Gabriel was and what he had been.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from The Tenth Saint by D. J. Niko Copyright © 2012 by D. J. Niko. Excerpted by permission of Medallion Press, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted November 17, 2011

    Super recommended!

    I loved reading "The Tenth Saint", a well written, intelligent, fast paced, historical novel set in the desert of Ethiopia. Archeologists, deaths, history and love kept me riveted and glued to my book. I loved it! It is a must read from a new author who, or so I am told, has a few more books coming out! I can't wait for the next one!

    16 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2012

    Good Read.

    Well written novel. Held my attention throughout. Looking forward to the next one.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2012

    A Must Read

    I didn't want to put this book down. The author combines the past, the present, and the future to create a mystery that reveals a WOW story. The reader becomes personally involved with the characters. I hope there is a sequel. I will definitely read more books by this author.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

    Good read

    Interesting storyline incorporating religion, history, environmental issues, and a little futurism. Good read but could have been fleshed out a little into a great read.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2012

    I loved this book.

    Something different for a change.. hope there is a II

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 2, 2012

    Good Adventure

    This writer is very knowledgeable, and very realistic, despite the fantastic nature of the mysteries at the center of the story.

    The eBook needs some editing. Some right-double-quotes where left-double-quotes should be and formatting errors. None of this makes the text at all unreadable, or gets much in the way. It just looks a little unprofessional.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2012

    Highly recommended

    This is a real page turner in the archeological fictional thriller area. I'm waiting for Niko's next book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Excellent read -- great deal of research, exotic backdrops, adve

    Excellent read -- great deal of research, exotic backdrops, adventure and intrigue interwoven with history. I would definitely recommend it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2012

    recommeded

    I found this ebook a little hard to follow at times, for me a little boring as well, however you may find it enjoyable and its free

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 2, 2012

    Interesting combination of themes....

    I'm still not quite sure what to make of this book. I enjoyed it, although it felt a bit disjointed. It was definitely NOT your typical "Indiana Jones" type of novel, but had a completely unexpected bent to it. I would recommend it, in that it has really good message, (although a rather implausible way of presenting it).
    It would be a good book for a readers group to discuss.
    I would definitely read more by this author.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 28, 2014

    I have to confess that I would have probably not picked up The T

    I have to confess that I would have probably not picked up The Tenth Saint (The Sarah Weston Chronicles #1) by D.J. Niko because it’s not the type of story that I am usually drawn too. But since I was given this opportunity to review it I’m very glad that I did! For me this story was a mix of Indian Jones meets Laura Croft. I absolutely loved Sarah Weston. To say that she is gutsy is an understatement! I was completely hooked when she had a scorpion crawling on her and she was calm and collected. As Sarah is leading an excavation for months, in Ethiopia, she has not had any success in finding anything relevant to the dig. One day a local directs her to a mysterious “cave”. Sarah has a lot to prove, she is running out of time and not having any success.

    Daniel Madigan provided the perfect balance to the story although he threatens to be a staunch representative of UNESCO he provides Sarah with a much needed ally. They both had a common goal, figuring out the symbols found on the “cave” and the identity of the person buried there. Their mutual dedication to archaeology was a huge push for the story. Both Daniel and Sarah cannot walk away without first finding out if the man buried in the “cave” is the lost Coptic Tenth Saint. Honestly, I couldn’t either! I wanted to know who was buried there?! Besides the amazing characters I thought the air of intrigue was fantastic, the idea of the finding the 10th saint provided a great air of mystery. I don’t know much about Ethiopia but the author was able to provide just enough information to make the story interesting and still informative.

    Many parts of the story felt like “The Da Vinci Code” the idea of tracking down the mystery behind the letter, for example. But the plot was very unique and very different. I definitely didn’t see Gabriel coming and he was a great inclusion to the story. As the story unfolded there were many twists and turns and we traveled from Ethiopia to Paris. I’m so glad to see that this is just on book in a series of chronicles, I would love to hear more about Sarah Weston’s adventures and where they will lead her to next. I thought that both the story and the characters were not only very interesting but very smart. I also like that this novel really pushes some of the stereotypes surrounding women and the field of archeology. Perfect blend of adventure, mystery and intrigue!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2012

    Good read

    Not fabulous but pretty decent. Intresting story but the characters left me cold and the dialogue could be better.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 19, 2012

    Awful!

    This book is just plain bad.

    Silly plot

    Dumb and predictable twists

    Lousy dialogue

    Big does of the authors far left politics

    All of which makes for a terrible book.

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2012

    Review

    It was ok. Hard to follow at times and diidnt make sense. What started out as archeology turned into something else so out there that it made no sense.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2012

    Mediocre - Dumb Ending

    This was a lot of writing for a weak ending.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    Loved this book! Hard to put down once you start. Lots of twists and turns and surprises!

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  • Posted August 19, 2013

    Disappointed

    I was disappointed that the book degenerated into a more worldly content. I liked the book to a point.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2013

    FOREST FOR HUNTING AND PATROLS

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013

    Great historical read

    I need more books from this author :)

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  • Posted July 30, 2013

    This book was a bit slow to get into but really ramped up and it

    This book was a bit slow to get into but really ramped up and it was hard to put it down. Great book and I hope to read more from this author.

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