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Название книги: The Heretics Treasure
Автор(ы): Scott Mariani
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Heretics-Treasure-146813.html
The fourth book in the Ben Hope series, 2009
This one is for Malu Pothi,a very special Bengal tigressYou are in my heart and none other knows theeBut your son ‘Akhenaten’.You have given him understanding of your designs andyour power.The people of the world are in your hand…From ‘Hymn to the Sun’The Pharaoh Akhenaten
Chapter One
The Western Desert, Egypt Late September 2008Nobody knew how many centuries the desolate Bedouin fort had been standing out here among the oceans of sand, its crumbling walls abandoned long ago.Perched up high on a ruined tower, a vulture cocked its head and peered down at the line of dusty 4x4 vehicles that passed through the gateway and pulled up in the courtyard.The passenger door of the lead vehicle swung open. A combat boot crunched down into the sand and a man stepped out of the car, stretching his cramped muscles after the long trek westwards and shielding his eyes from the sun’s white glare. There was no wind. The air was a furnace.The man’s name was Khaled Kamal, an
Название книги: The Heretics Treasure
Автор(ы): Scott Mariani
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Heretics-Treasure-146813.html
The fourth book in the Ben Hope series, 2009
This one is for Malu Pothi,a very special Bengal tigressYou are in my heart and none other knows theeBut your son ‘Akhenaten’.You have given him understanding of your designs andyour power.The people of the world are in your hand…From ‘Hymn to the Sun’The Pharaoh Akhenaten
Chapter One
The Western Desert, Egypt Late September 2008Nobody knew how many centuries the desolate Bedouin fort had been standing out here among the oceans of sand, its crumbling walls abandoned long ago.Perched up high on a ruined tower, a vulture cocked its head and peered down at the line of dusty 4x4 vehicles that passed through the gateway and pulled up in the courtyard.The passenger door of the lead vehicle swung open. A combat boot crunched down into the sand and a man stepped out of the car, stretching his cramped muscles after the long trek westwards and shielding his eyes from the sun’s white glare. There was no wind. The air was a furnace.The man’s name was Khaled Kamal, an
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