The Oracle's Message (Rogue Angel, Book 32)
Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz
Men would do anything for it…but one woman will determine its fate
Steeped in legend, the Pearl of Palawan has a history marked by destruction, vengeance and love. But more important, the mythical black pearl is rumored to grant a power long coveted by mankind—immortality. It is a power men would risk dying to achieve.
Sun, sand and scuba diving in the Philippines certainly sounded like an ideal vacation. But after a way-too-close-for-comfort encounter with a tiger shark, archaeologist Annja Creed finds herself drawn into a group of German divers. They are treasure hunters searching for the fabled pearl. Out of curiosity, Annja accompanies them. But when an old friend of hers turns up unexpectedly, she finds herself torn between her past and new acquaintances.
The race is on to possess the pearl. But no one realizes the true nature of the artifact, or the danger it poses to them all.
close proximity to one another. The reefs themselves supplied a level of food that brought small fish. And the small fish attracted larger fish that dined on them. And so it went up the food chain. Right to the apex predators. Annja steered herself left and saw the sharp spikes of a crimson-colored crown of thorns starfish atop an outcropping of coral. The notoriously voracious starfish dined on the coral and Annja wondered how long it would take to reduce the outcropping until it was level
also suspected that he would have loved to possess the sword. He’d denied it, of course, but there was something about the way he looked at it from time to time that led Annja to believe it in her gut. She shifted. “Well, if anyone wants it, they don’t have to attack me. Maybe I’ll just give it to them if they ask real nice.” Roux sighed. “You know that won’t work, Annja. Based on my research, it might even destroy the sword.” “Destroy it how?” “It might shatter again. Thousands of pieces
struck her as odd, too. “Only one way in or out,” she said to herself. “But why?” “Maybe the people they brought here never came out alive afterward,” Roux said. “Is it that important?” “It could be,” Annja said. She climbed the stairs that led to the altar again and examined the slab that would have supposedly seen victims lie on it. She ran her hands over it and, again, the stone felt totally smooth. “No sign of a knife blade flecking bits of stone off this,” she mused. She leaned against
staring at her with a confused expression plastered on his face. Annja saw the sword and then reached for it, felt her hands wrap around the hilt, felt the flow of power into her body as it suddenly appeared in her hands. The sword gave off its own dull light, clearly showing Annja all the enemies she would face if this went to a full-scale battle. Hans gasped as he looked at Annja. “How in the world did you do that?” Annja smiled. “It’s a long story.” Roux smiled. “All that matters is she
their job seriously,” Vic said. “They protect the most powerful man on the planet and have to be able to repel an invasion force, if necessary. They’ve got my respect, that’s for sure.” He reached back in and came out with several duffel bags. “Gear for you guys to change into. We’re a little short on accommodations around here, so duck into the barn and get into the coveralls. Meet me back here and we’ll arm up.” The three of them walked into the barn past the chopper and dropped their bags.