God of Thunder (Rogue Angel, Book 7)
Alex Archer, Mel Odom
Archaeologist Annja Creed narrowly escapes an assault by means of unknown figures whilst she attempts to gather a package deal close to her loft. She later learns that the sender--an previous colleague named Fellini--has been brutally murdered. Fellini were studying the Hammer of Thor, the Norse god of thunder, and had associated it to a Viking warrior and a twelfth-century Latvian village. A coded message in Fellini's package deal leads Annja on a wild chase alongside the canals of Venice to Latvia for extra clues to an historical treasure. Rumored to be hidden deep within the forests of Latvia for 9 hundred years, this fabled prize can be sought via a ruthless corps of mercenaries. and they're going to do something to discover it. together with killing Annja Creed.
Had it! i am not going to face the following and be – " "You creeping into my place of work and status in the back of me is among the problems," Doug acknowledged. "Eavesdropping on my conversations wasn't on your task description." "I quit!" the lady shouted. A door slammed. "There," Doug groused. "I not have an assistant. we are even. Are you happy?" "Switch the telephone over for me," Annja acknowledged. **** The resort table clerk's identify was once Sandy. She was once blond-haired, blue-eyed and extremely realizing approximately Annja's.
Up the secrets and techniques she'd been hiding for centuries. After storms, shipwrecks occasionally surfaced alongside coastlines or in shallow waters. a few of the Calusa Indian villages were exposed that means. "Yeah. I had it marked to monitor. The DVR again domestic might be catching it for me." Annja picked up the handheld remote control, switched the tv on and tuned within the Discovery Channel. She knew higher than to trouble Bart with questions whereas he used to be operating. He tended to get single-minded whilst he was once.
Fewer of these pals round nowadays. His grandmother sat on the man's left and fawned over him quite a bit that Schluter inspiration he was once going to be ill. Dinner were a chic affair that Schluter hadn't obvious the like of in months. There hadn't been a lot reason for get together for a very long time. the truth that the dregs of the kinfolk fortune have been now dwindling had preyed on them and made their already-strained courting even worse. "I was once simply listening, Grandmother," Schluter spoke back.
Attention," she stated. as though she ever paid awareness to him, he suggestion bitterly. the single time she said him used to be to provide him an task or take him to job. The resentment Schluter felt used to be an previous and strong factor. He now not felt in charge over it. He embraced it since it made him more desirable. He did not know the way a lot his grandmother had instructed the guy approximately "the Riga problem," yet he used to be offended over that, too. He'd informed her he could look after it. He could. It used to be simply going to take.
Reached into her pocket for cash. "A bottle of vodka." The bartender reached at the back of the bar and taken up a stoppered bottle. there has been no label. "It's black industry vodka. in the neighborhood made. i have not anything higher on the moment," he stated. "How much?" "For you?Nothing. at the house." Erene left an excessive amount of funds at the bar. If this have been one other city, she could have taken the bottle for not anything. yet she didn't wish to owe an individual within the village. She took the bottle and left, hoping the vodka used to be.