The Mortality Principle (Rogue Angel, Book 56)
Alex Archer, Steven Savile
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When legend becomes deadly reality…
In Prague researching the legend of the Golem, a fantastical "living" creature made of clay, archaeologist Annja Creed is faced with an even bigger mystery on her hands when someone begins murdering the homeless. And every day there's a fresh corpse.
As the suspicion that Golem is behind the deaths circulates quietly on the streets of the city, Annja cannot resist unraveling the thread that binds science to superstition. According to Czech history, these aren't new attacks. They're part of a greater pattern of murders that have gone unacknowledged over centuries. And now Annja is the next target. Unless she can find the real monster behind the myth…before it finds her.
sleeping.” The way the woman talked about it, it sounded like there were far more than four dead bodies that had been accounted for. “Are the victims always homeless?” The woman nodded. “Yes. Every one of them. There’s nothing to say that ordinary people like you or me are at risk, but it has put people off coming into the city. The hotels are half-full where usually they’d be booked up at this time of year. It’s worrying.” “I’ve been here a week and I didn’t even know about the murders until
Others might have had a good life and lost it, or suffered a breakdown or simply not been able to cope and have turned their back on society, not wanting to be a part of it. There were as many possible stories out there in the night as there were people to tell them. Only one of them would help her get closer to the monster she hunted. Did Turek have any idea where the killer might strike next? Was he working on a divinable pattern? Chaos versus order. Chance versus predestination. But there
take it away from me.” “There will be other jobs,” Roux said. “Better jobs. And if it’s a case of money…” “I don’t want your money, Roux. I’ve built this career on my own. This is mine. No one else’s. Mine,” she said, ignoring the slightly raised eyebrow. She knew that she owed a lot to him, but this was different. Chasing History’s Monsters was her baby. She’d given the best part of a decade to it. She’d worked for every little glimmer of success she’d had. If there was a way that she could
and smiled. Sometimes she couldn’t help but admire him. It was moments like this that made her grateful these two incredible men had stumbled into her life. “These Germans don’t know their famous French alchemists from their reality-TV stars.” “How many lives have you actually lived, you old rascal?” “Sometimes I think too many, other times not enough.” “Good answer. How long do you think we’ve got before he starts to wonder why his ancient dignitary hasn’t turned up?” “Oh, we should have a
insane? Obviously you are. That thing is getting nothing from me.” At that moment the creature gave an extra surge of effort, straining against the straps until first one leather strap snapped, then another, the incredible strength of the golem tearing the buckles from their mounts. “Help me!” Garin yelled, but as he tried to restrain the golem again, one of the creature’s great arms swung out, a fist slamming into his chest. The impact sent Garin staggering back, reeling as he went crashing