After a terrorist attack on a reservation in Oregon leaves thousands dead, Jack Sigler, call sign King, and his Major team must protect the only survivor, thirteen-year-old Fiona Lane. When a death in the family pulls King away, and the rest of the team is sent on a mission, Fort Bragg is attacked by a strange and overwhelming force. When the dust settles, Fiona is gone…
But the attack is part of a larger offensive. Around the world the last speakers of ancient languages are being systematically exterminated. As they fight to find the mastermind behind the killings and Fiona's kidnapping, the team is hunted by strange creatures that defy explanation―living statues, genetically modified monsters, walking megaliths―sent by an enemy from their past.
Calling on help from old friends and ancient heroes, the team fights their most desperate battle yet, not just to rescue Fiona but to prevent an ancient secret from being unleashed―one that has the power to do no less than destroy the world itself…
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home in exchange for your mother’s freedom and your continued belief that I had simply left. I got out of jail two weeks ago.” “Why wait this long to tell me?” His father began to reply, but King interrupted. “And why fake Mom’s death?” “There are elements in the current Russian government that are attempting to return to old Cold War policies. Shortly after my release we were contacted by an old KGB handler who assumed the dead end in our file back home meant we were sleeper agents.” Lynn
capabilities of the power hidden within their language were further reaching than he had ever dreamed. The Originator, living or not, had abandoned them. And he would be replaced by someone who truly understood how to instill fear and gain loyalty all the while being praised. He looked at one of the tall statues, whose mighty hands now stretched up to the ceiling but had just months ago laid the very stones of the ziggurat’s foundation. It would begin with them. The people had grown accustomed
world from another. The man had an endgame, he was sure of it. But finding out what that was would have to wait. For now, Alexander was an essential asset in stopping Ridley. After all, Alexander had coexisted with mortals for thousands of years without enslaving the human race. But that could change, King knew, and for that reason, Alexander needed to be watched closely. Alexander gave a chuckle and made a face that said, “I’ll drink first.” He swigged the water down and grinned. He also looked
association with Stonehenge?” “In fact, there is,” she said, excitement in her eyes. “It’s said that the bluestones were quarried in a remote region of Africa and were brought first to Ireland by giants.” “Giants?” King asked. “Stone giants?” Lauren’s smile disappeared for a moment, her train of thought ruined. “I dunno. Giants are giants.” Her smile returned and she continued. “But the man responsible for bringing the stones from Ireland to Britain was none other than the grand wizard Merlin
Duncan couldn’t do it without him. The last few pages interested Boucher the most. He picked them up, reading each page in detail. Duncan saw him nod a few times. He was beginning to see the big picture. Boucher finished reading and put the pages back into the folder. He sat back, crossing his legs. “This might work.” “It will work.” “It’s a huge sacrifice.” Duncan nodded. “Everyone will believe the things Marrs has been saying.” Duncan shrugged. “It wouldn’t be possible without Marrs.”
