James Rollins

Language: English

Pages: 624

ISBN: 0061965839

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Rand scientific expedition entered the lush wilderness of the Amazon and never returned. Years later, one of its members has stumbled out of the world's most inhospitable rainforest--a former Special Forces soldier, scarred, mutilated, terrified, and mere hours from death, who went in with one arm missing . . . and came out with both intact.

Unable to comprehend this inexplicable event, the government sends Nathan Rand into this impenetrable secret world of undreamed-of perils, to follow the trail of his vanished father . . . toward mysteries that must be solved at any cost. But the nightmare that is awaiting Nate and his team of scientists and seasoned U.S. Rangers dwarfs any danger they anticipated . . . an ancient, unspoken terror--a power beyond human imagining--that can forever alter the world beyond the dark, lethal confines of . . .

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was held rock steady on them. Beyond the tense room, explosions continued to boom. Grenades. Nate pulled Kelly away from Zane’s threatening gun. Behind them, the shaman suddenly bolted toward the opening, frightened by the explosions, oblivious to the closer threat. A sound of alarm rose on his lips. “Stop!” Zane screamed at the tribesman. The shaman was too panicked to listen or to comprehend the stranger’s tongue. He continued to run. Zane twitched his gun and fired. In the enclosed

to him,” Nate said. The Indian was clearly relieved. They hurried up at a half trot. In a short time, the group entered the healing ward at the top. Nate spotted the shaman in one of the hammocks. He was alive but did not look well. His skin was yellowish and shone with fever sweat. Very big sick, indeed. As they approached, the prone man sat up, though clearly it pained him immensely to do so. The shaman waved to Dakii, ordering him across the room on an errand, then stared at Nate. He was

shoulder. “Then perhaps you could use an expert in linguistics also.” “I appreciate your offer.” Frank waved to the small Asian woman. “But we do have that covered. Dr. Anna Fong is an anthropologist with a specialty in indigenous tribes. She speaks a dozen different dialects.” Nathan scoffed, “No offense to Dr. Fong, but Professor Kouwe speaks over a hundred and fifty. There is no better expert in the field.” Anna spoke up, her voice soft and sweet. “Dr. Rand is most correct. Professor Kouwe

What the hell happened out there?” Marshall O’Brien studied Fielding with his hawkish eyes, demonstrating why he had earned his nickname, the Old Bird. Fielding felt like a mouse before an eagle. The old man’s voice deepened. “That’s what I intend to find out.” Act One The Mission CURARE family: Menispermaceae genus: Chondrodendron species: Tomentosum common name: Curare parts used: Leaf, Root properties/actions: Diuretic, Febrifuge, Muscle Relaxant, Tonic, Poison One

The beasts from the stream were now converging on them. Nate shook the last of the powder from the satchel, then tossed it into the stream. As he watched the pouch drift downstream rapidly, he prayed his plan would work. “Done,” he said, turning. Carrera glanced over to him. Past her shoulder, Nate spotted bodies leaping from branches in the deeper jungle. “We have a problem,” the Ranger said. “What?” The Ranger lifted her flamethrower and shot a jet of fire toward the jungle. As he watched,

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