Grendel's Curse (Rogue Angel, Book 48)
Alex Archer, Steven Savile
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A sword of legend in the hands of an extremist…
Skalunda Barrow, Sweden, has long been rumored to be the final resting place of the legendary Nordic hero Beowulf. And there's something of Beowulf's that charismatic and zealous right-wing politician Karl Thorssen wants very badly. Intent on getting his hands on the mythical sword Nægling, Sweden's golden-boy politico puts together a team to excavate the barrow. A team that American archaeologist Annja Creed manages to finagle her way onto. She wouldn't miss this possible discovery for anything.
With Nægling at his side, Thorssen could be invincible…a Nordic King Arthur. What his followers don't know—and Annja is beginning to suspect—is just how far Thorssen will go to achieve his rabid amibitions. When Thorssen marks Annja for death, she quickly realizes that this is much more than a political game. And the only way to survive is to match Thorssen's sword with her own.
just survived, it had thrived. There’s a lesson in that, he thought, looking at it, in full bloom. The call came in early. He had been expecting it. Ever since he’d first shaken hands on the deal with Mortensen he’d known the man wasn’t to be trusted. Inserting two of his own people on the late professor’s team had been child’s play. It wasn’t money that made the world go around. Greasing a few palms with silver would offer them an incentive, but if they loved you—truly loved you—there was no
fingernail. “Rust?” She picked it up and put it in the palm of her hand, keeping it in the full glare of the camera’s light. It wasn’t rust. It was more than that. This was old corrosion. It had a different quality to it, where the oxidization process had folded in on itself over and over again, building up thick layers like the strata of rock. The corrosive fragment had come off something that had been in the ground for more than just a single season. Carefully, Annja placed it back onto the
The old church was beyond saving. The fire in the sky must have drawn the attention of people across the lake. They would have called the emergency services to report it. Fire engines would be on their way already. And that meant he had to cut out now, before they were on the narrow road down from the freeway, or he’d run the risk of meeting them. So he drove, not toward the freeway, but in search of a vantage point. Somewhere he could watch these two deaths play out without being seen. That was
included. It was the kind of detail that stuck in a person’s mind and they didn’t want to be remembered. “I’ll go in, have a quick chat with the delightful Lovisa. Use my not inconsiderable charms and convince her that I’m sneaking a famous American celebrity into the building and we need to avoid those damned paparazzi.” He grinned. “The best lies always have a grain of truth. There’ll be another way in. Trust me.” Lovisa? He’d been in the country for three hours and was already on first-name
“I’m still hungry, so let’s leave it to do its thing and eat.” The device emitted irregular bleeps as it processed various algorithms blind, probing at the password while they ate until at last it fell silent. Almost exactly at the same time Garin’s cell phone chimed with an incoming text alert. He read it and smiled. “So, anyone wanna play a game of hot and cold?” His face was split with a grin, the kind of grin that reeked of “I know something you don’t know.” Annja was tempted to snatch