Author: | Catherine Rose | ISBN: | 9781311610768 |
Publisher: | Catherine Rose | Publication: | February 26, 2016 |
Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
Author: | Catherine Rose |
ISBN: | 9781311610768 |
Publisher: | Catherine Rose |
Publication: | February 26, 2016 |
Imprint: | Smashwords |
Language: | English |
Fresh from the Smithsonian Lucy Carter is searching for the mythological city where the Hidden Ones live. Traders have spread tales of an ancient civilization deep in the jungles of Africa where hunting parties vanish never to be seen again. After a soggy exhausting trek it appears she has found what she's searching for only this time she's not in the library and it may cost her everything to see daylight again.
Excerpt-
Certainly no western man had ever seen this place and lived to tell the tale. She had spent two days gathering information when she had landed on the dank coast some months before and not a whisper of what lay beyond the mountain had she heard.
The few explorers who knew anything at all of Africa had never even mentioned an ancient people; not even as a legend. Although at the ramshackle inn during her last night she had an odd encounter. Lucy had made her way onto the dusty porch and was pondering how it could be so nasty given the copious amounts of water everywhere. It seemed to shimmer in the air before her eyes leaving a sticky clinging mess to her clothes come morning. Then a voice beside her remarked “You’d best take care once you pass the foothills. The deeper you go the closer you get to the Ones Who Remain.”
She turned to see a tall thin figure looming over her. Raising an eyebrow she casually said, “Perhaps a whiskey and a tale old man?”
She followed his gaze off towards the river where it vanished into the verdant jungle. “You think,” he whispered “all you have to worry about is a big cat or a gorilla?” Shaking his head he stared into the amber liquid and said, “Oh no there’s far worse than things with fangs in the jungle.”
Warning: Adult material, sexual content, some violence.
Fresh from the Smithsonian Lucy Carter is searching for the mythological city where the Hidden Ones live. Traders have spread tales of an ancient civilization deep in the jungles of Africa where hunting parties vanish never to be seen again. After a soggy exhausting trek it appears she has found what she's searching for only this time she's not in the library and it may cost her everything to see daylight again.
Excerpt-
Certainly no western man had ever seen this place and lived to tell the tale. She had spent two days gathering information when she had landed on the dank coast some months before and not a whisper of what lay beyond the mountain had she heard.
The few explorers who knew anything at all of Africa had never even mentioned an ancient people; not even as a legend. Although at the ramshackle inn during her last night she had an odd encounter. Lucy had made her way onto the dusty porch and was pondering how it could be so nasty given the copious amounts of water everywhere. It seemed to shimmer in the air before her eyes leaving a sticky clinging mess to her clothes come morning. Then a voice beside her remarked “You’d best take care once you pass the foothills. The deeper you go the closer you get to the Ones Who Remain.”
She turned to see a tall thin figure looming over her. Raising an eyebrow she casually said, “Perhaps a whiskey and a tale old man?”
She followed his gaze off towards the river where it vanished into the verdant jungle. “You think,” he whispered “all you have to worry about is a big cat or a gorilla?” Shaking his head he stared into the amber liquid and said, “Oh no there’s far worse than things with fangs in the jungle.”
Warning: Adult material, sexual content, some violence.