By David Gibbins
From the autumn of the Roman Empire to the final days of Nazi energy, marine archaeologist Jack Howard and his workforce of adventurers are scorching at the path of history’s so much elusive and wanted treasure: the misplaced golden menorah of Jerusalem. And what they notice may swap the realm forever….
Deep underneath the windswept waters close to Istanbul, Jack and his crack staff of specialists have exposed a stunning clue to the site of the fabled treasure plundered in the course of the Crusades. in the meantime, in a dusty cathedral library, anyone reveals a long-forgotten medieval map. jointly the 2 discoveries will resolve an historical mystery—and spark a race to forestall a present-day conspiracy of fabulous proportions.
From diving into the middle of an arctic iceberg to the final stand of a Viking warship to a rare revelation deep within the jungles of relevant the US, Jack is headed directly right into a globe-spanning conflict of civilizations, into an fabulous underground labyrinth steeped in blood and horrors—and to a war of words with a killer on a shattering campaign of his personal.
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They observed that the perimeters of the platform have been coated with thousands of leering skulls, their jaws gaping and eyes broad open in terror and ache. “To cap all of it, you need to think that every one the constructions the following, the pyramid and the Temple of the soldiers, this platform, have been painted crimson. ” “With human blood, i suppose. ” Costas traced his finger over one of many skulls and grimaced. “I be aware of we had our undesirable episodes—the Roman Colosseum, the Spanish Inquisition and all that—but genocide and mass homicide have been by no means institutionalised, by no means a part of our lifestyle. For those humans it used to be general. You’re born right here, you get sacrificed. there has been whatever deeply dysfunctional approximately this society. ” “The Maya had rather a lot going for them,” Jeremy spoke back carefully. “Amazing structure and artwork, extra special financial service provider. States that may simply have vied with the early city-states of the close to East. ” “Four thousand years sooner than the Maya,” Jack stated. “And the Maya had no bronze,” Costas further. “Or iron, or wheels. ” “Right. ” Jeremy smiled wryly. “This society used to be the top of what used to be occurring within the Americas sooner than the Spanish conquest. yet every little thing went apeshit while the Toltecs confirmed up. They have been the horror warriors of old Mesoamerica, the SS in their day. every thing you’ve heard in regards to the Aztecs, these money owed of mass human sacrifice recorded via the Spanish conquistadors within the 16th century, amplify that numerous instances and positioned it again years. think the center of darkness, apocalypse now, this is often where. The Maya themselves weren’t precisely averse to human sacrifice, but if the Toltecs arrived they became this position right into a loss of life camp. ” “No ask yourself Reksnys settled here,” Costas murmured. “He may have felt correct at domestic. ” “The truth is, for medieval Europeans this position may were their imaginative and prescient of hell,” Jack acknowledged. “For the Vikings it will have handed their worst nightmares in regards to the finish of the realm, approximately Ragnarøk. For any prisoner introduced the following it is going to were a one-way price ticket to Dante’s Inferno. ” “There’s anything else i would like you to see,” Jeremy stated, strolling speedily on. “Follow me. ” They handed the Platform of the Skulls and out of the important precinct, after which Jeremy alongside a large processional approach that led down a shallow gradient and during the jungle to the north. After approximately 2 hundred metres they scrambled down an abnormal rocky slope and stood at the fringe of an eroded platform. In entrance of them used to be an unlimited sinkhole, a few fifty metres throughout and twenty metres deep, its rim overhung with lush greenery and the limestone partitions receding inwards via a chain of striated ledges. The pool on the backside was once a putrid eco-friendly, lined with a dense layer of algae and fallen crops. there has been no entry aspect to the water, and so they might see that for somebody unlucky adequate to slide off the platform there will be no break out. “The Cenote of Sacrifice at Chichén Itzá,” Jack murmured. “I’ve continually desired to see this.