One by one, a horror film director, a judge, and a newspaper publisher meet brutal deaths. A link exists between them, and the deaths have only begun ...
Archeologist Michael Rempart finds himself pitted against ancient demons and modern conspirators when a dying priest gives him a powerful artifact--a pearl said to have granted Genghis Khan the power, eight centuries ago, to lead his Mongol warriors across the steppes to the gates of Vienna.
The artifact has set off centuries of war and destruction as it conjures demons to play upon men's strongest ambitions and cruelest desires. Michael realizes the so-called pearl is a philosopher's stone, the prime agent of alchemy. As much as he would like to ignore the artifact, when he sees horrific deaths and experiences, first-hand, diabolical possession and affliction, he has no choice but to act.
The dark legends are true. To stop the artifact's evil Michael must follow a path along the Old Silk Road to a land that time forgot, and to somehow find a place that may no longer exist in the world as he knows it.
|Publisher:||Quail Hill Publishing|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.65(d)|
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Suspenseful but not as intriguing a story as the 1st book I liked the story line but the character developement was slow, I will be sure to read the next book though because I'm now invested in Michael, the main character, I have to see what kind of trouble he stumbles upon next
I had to read this one after having read (and enjoyed) Ancient Echoes. This book did not disappoint. There were parts I had to force myself through but it was overall a compelling story.
When it comes to mysteries, some readers think murders are the most frightening crimes. Not for me. We now have a mystery genre for horror, which is not necessarily a crime at all. Indeed, the most terrifying horror story concerns phenomena both readers and characters simply don't understand— objects that move with no known cause; voices we can hear without corporeal speakers; trusted friends transformed into monsters before our very eyes. Then, as if these mysteries were not sufficiently horrifying, people, places, and things appear and disappear without apparent cause. As if such phenomenon were not adequate, we learn that they have been described for thousands of years in ancient documents and folktales—stories we always knew were exaggerations, misinterpretations, or outright false. Such esoterica are the "ancient shadows" Joanne Pence offers us in her book of the same name. Transfixed by its horrors, I wanted to stop reading Ancient Shadows with each new shudder, but like the hero, Michael Rempart—one of the world’s top archeologists—I was trapped. I suppose any writer can cook up imaginary ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties. What's both rare and engaging is not things that go bump in the night. It's people's reactions to those bumps that makes a great horror tale—both the characters in the story and the reader who cannot put the book down. I started reading Ancient Shadows after doing the supper dishes, thinking I would read for an hour before retiring for the night. Next thing I knew, I had finished the entire book. To my relief, I noticed that the sun had risen, thankfully ridding the living room of those ancient shadows. At the same time, paradoxically, I was delighted to learn that I could read another of Joanne Pence's books. Though Ancient Echoes traces Michael Rempart's earlier adventures in the ancient lands of Kazakhstan, Mongolia, and Siberia, you can read the two books in either order—just as long as you read them.