Forbidden City (Rogue Angel, Book 5)
Alex Archer, Mel Odom
A stunning artifact holds the key to an untapped power of global destruction ... While working on a dig in the California wilderness, archaeologist-adventurer Annja Creed uncovers evidence of a tragedy that's linked to Chinese miners during the days of the Gold Rush. A sudden attack on the site by shadow figures drives Annja to find the connection to a mysterious buried city in China. Lured by legends of gold, betrayal and the vengeance of a Han Dynasty overlord, Annja travels on the Orient Express, battling avaricious treasure hunters and a modern-day descendant of an ancient league of assassins. Her adversaries will stop at nothing to stake their claim on the fabled lost city, where a Han leader's dark past promises doom for those who dare to reveal its evil power.
kings in Africa or the Middle East. Ngai didn't believe that. He had hired historians to track the tales he'd been able to find. Although the history of those periods was spotty at best, there'd been no mention of the thieves leaving China. "Even if the stories of the City of Thieves are true," Hong said, "have you forgotten the curse?" "I choose not to believe in the curse." Ngai knew the story well. There had been an emperor's tax collector who had killed an old man and his wife. Before the
did not know about that." Annja reached into her backpack and brought out a photo she'd printed of the back of the belt plaque. "I have a picture of it." Excitement shone in Harry Kim's eyes. Annja understood the old man's emotion. "May I?" Harry Kim held out a hand for the photograph. Chapter 8 Before she had legally changed her name to Kelly Swan then buried that under a number of aliases, she had first been Kelly Suen. Her father had given her an English name at her mother's request, and
men." Annja had learned that a variation of the legend was common to most Asian cultures. "A fox spirit was supposed to be made up of yin, the female force. She sought out yang, the male force, and fed on it." "Fox spirits are not always evil," Michelle said. "They can be good. Have you heard the legend of Daji?" Annja thought for a moment. "I can't call it to mind." "Daji was a character in a novel written during the time of the Ming Dynasty. The book was called Fengshen Yanyi." "My daughter
Kelly rose and ran forward. She reached the doorway, her gun before her, just in time to see the gunman getting to his feet outside. He sprinted toward the backyard. Instead of following through the window, Kelly raced to the back door. Pausing, she held the pistol beside her head and peered out across the yard. The gunman vaulted over the low wooden fence in the back and raced north along the narrow alley. Kelly plunged through the doorway and crossed the yard. She threw a leg forward and
any time. The doorway to the first chamber was narrow and functional, not ornate like the second one. A quick inspection revealed that it was a barracks. Dead men filled the beds. Garin played his light over the corpses and remembered the stories he'd heard of Sha Wu Ying's betrayal. A momentary fear trickled along his spine when he wondered if the sickness that had claimed so many lives might still be active in the room. Some illnesses hid as spores for years, waiting for the right moment to