Wrath of the Gods E-Book

J. Robert Kennedy

• Herausgeber: J. Robert Kennedy
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

"A little bit of Jack Bauer and Indiana Jones!"USA TODAY and BARNES & NOBLE #1 BESTSELLING AUTHOR • “A MASTER STORYTELLER” • OVER 800,000 BOOKS SOLD • OVER 3,000 FIVE STAR REVIEWSA THOUSAND YEARS OF HISTORY ARE ABOUT TO BE REWRITTEN!A strange people land on the shores of the Mayan Empire, triggering a battle for the very survival of a civilization already in upheaval from a punishing drought, the fight falling to a young chieftain left to face what he believes is the wrath of gods angered by a loss of faith.A thousand years later, Archaeology Professors James Acton and Laura Palmer are invited to an incredible discovery that reveals the truth of what happened in those fateful days 400 years before Columbus. Yet before they can fully explore this amazing find, they are thrust into the middle of the Mexican drug war, Acton and Interpol Agent Hugh Reading taken hostage, leaving it up to Laura to save them.Four-time USA Today Bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy once again takes history and twists it to his own ends in Wrath of the Gods, an action-packed thrill ride only he can deliver. Prepare to be on the edge of your seat as a forgotten history is revealed, and a race against time unfolds with enough heart-pounding excitement, laughter and tears, to satisfy any action fan.With over 800,000 books sold and over 3000 Five-Star reviews, it’s time to join those who have compared Kennedy to Patterson, Clancy, Brown, Cussler and Rollins.Buy your copy today and find out why so many readers have fallen for USA TODAY bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy’s thrilling series!About the James Acton Thrillers:"If you want fast and furious, if you can cope with a high body count, most of all if you like to be hugely entertained, then you can't do much better than J. Robert Kennedy."Though this book is part of the James Acton Thrillers series, it is written as a standalone novel and can be enjoyed without having read any of the previous installments."James Acton: A little bit of Jack Bauer and Indiana Jones!"The James Acton Thrillers series and its spin-offs, the Special Agent Dylan Kane Thrillers and the Delta Force Unleashed Thrillers, have over 3000 Five-Star reviews and have sold over 800,000 copies. If you love non-stop action and intrigue with a healthy dose of humor, try James Acton today!Available James Acton Thrillers:The Protocol, Brass Monkey, Broken Dove, The Templar's Relic, Flags of Sin, The Arab Fall, The Circle of Eight, The Venice Code, Pompeii's Ghosts, Amazon Burning, The Riddle, Blood Relics, Sins of the Titanic, Saint Peter's Soldiers, The Thirteenth Legion, Raging Sun, Wages of Sin, Wrath of the Gods, The Templar's Revenge

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Wrath of the Gods

A James Acton Thriller

by

J. Robert Kennedy

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“Kennedy rules the genre.” (Malcolm Stone)

“A master storyteller.” (Betty Richard)

A THOUSAND YEARS OF HISTORY ARE ABOUT TO BE REWRITTEN!

A strange people land on the shores of the Mayan Empire, triggering a battle for the very survival of a civilization already in upheaval from a punishing drought, the fight falling to a young chieftain left to face what he believes is the wrath of gods angered by a loss of faith.

A thousand years later, Archaeology Professors James Acton and Laura Palmer are invited to an incredible discovery that reveals the truth of what happened in those fateful days 400 years before Columbus. Yet before they can fully explore this amazing find, they are thrust into the middle of the Mexican drug war, Acton and Interpol Agent Hugh Reading taken hostage, leaving it up to Laura to save them.

Four-time USA Today Bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy once again takes history and twists it to his own ends in Wrath of the Gods, an action-packed thrill ride only he can deliver. Prepare to be on the edge of your seat as a forgotten history is revealed, and a race against time unfolds with enough heart-pounding excitement, laughter and tears, to satisfy any action fan.

About the James Acton Thrillers

"James Acton: A little bit of Jack Bauer and Indiana Jones!"

Though this book is part of the James Acton Thrillers series, it is written as a standalone novel and can be enjoyed without having read any of the previous installments.

About J. Robert Kennedy

With over 800,000 books sold and over 3000 five-star reviews, USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy has been ranked by Amazon as the #1 Bestselling Action Adventure novelist based upon combined sales. He is the author of over thirty international bestsellers including the smash hit James Acton Thrillers. He lives with his wife and daughter and writes full-time.

"A master storyteller." — Betty Richard

"A writer who tells what we are thinking but sometimes afraid to say." — Bruce Ford

"Kennedy kicks ass in this genre." — David Mavity

"One of the best writers today." — Johnny Olsen

"If you want fast and furious, if you can cope with a high body count, most of all if you like to be hugely entertained, then you can't do much better than J Robert Kennedy." — Amazon Vine Voice Reviewer

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Books by J. Robert Kennedy

The James Acton Thrillers

The Protocol Brass Monkey Broken Dove The Templar's Relic Flags of Sin The Arab Fall The Circle of Eight The Venice Code Pompeii's Ghosts Amazon Burning The Riddle Blood Relics Sins of the Titanic Saint Peter's Soldiers The Thirteenth Legion Raging Sun Wages of Sin Wrath of the Gods The Templar's Revenge

The Special Agent Dylan Kane Thrillers

Rogue Operator Containment Failure Cold Warriors Death to America Black Widow The Agenda Retribution

The Delta Force Unleashed Thrillers

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Table of Contents

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Table of Contents

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For the over 100,000 dead from the Mexican war on drugs.

“Having received the Mandate from Heaven, may (the emperor) lead a long and prosperous life.”

Inscription by Prime Minister Li Si on the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, circa 221 BC

“We’re all afraid in Mexico now. We can’t let fear beat us.”

Marisol Valles García

Preface

There is a story that when Columbus arrived in America, the natives couldn’t see his ships, as their minds couldn’t perceive them, the concept of vessels so large, simply too much for them to comprehend. This has been largely dismissed as ridiculous, the very idea that large ships could park offshore and not be noticed for hours or days, laughable.

Yet dismissing this idea out of hand would be premature. There is evidence to suggest that the natives saw the boats, yet simply had no concept as to what they were looking at, therefore didn’t see them as boats, but something else entirely.

Or nothing at all.

A mirage.

And it has been suggested these sightings—or lack thereof—weren’t the first.

Legends, maps, and even pre-Columbian writings bearing a remarkable resemblance to ancient Chinese, have been found, suggesting the Chinese visited the Americas long before Columbus.

Yet if this were true, shouldn’t there be some evidence left behind? Some tangible proof that the Chinese had actually arrived?

Of course, there wouldn’t be, if that evidence were intentionally erased.

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Pacific Coastal Region Maya Highlands, Maya Empire 1092 AD

Balam Canek stared at the sea, the waves roaring against the shore, the water extending out into the distance, lost to the sun low on the horizon. Something was wrong. Something was different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, what it could be, though something was definitely not right.

“What is it?”

He glanced at his wife, Nelli. “I’m not sure. Do you see something? On the water?”

She stared, squinting into the sun, then shook her head. “No, nothing. Do you?”

He shrugged, holding his hand up to shield some of the light. “I don’t know. Something isn’t right. It’s like a mirage. I know something is there, but I can’t quite make it out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Where?”

He pointed directly ahead. “I think there’s something there, but there can’t be, right?”

She stepped toward the water, her bare feet leaving cute little indentations in the sand. He followed. “Was there ever an island there?”

He gave her a look. “We’ve lived here our entire lives. You know the answer to that.”

She grunted. “Then I don’t know what I see.”

He grabbed onto the words. “But you do see something!”

She frowned, her head bobbing slowly. “Yes, there’s definitely something there, but I have no idea what it is. It must be a trick. Perhaps Bitol is having fun with us?”

He chuckled at the reference to the Sky God. It could be. The gods were known to toy with their creations from time to time, or to show their displeasure. Sacrifices would be made over the coming days, he had no doubt. The gods would be appeased, and whatever this was, would go away.

Nelli gasped, jabbing a finger toward the sea. “Balam, look!”

He turned to where she was pointing and his jaw dropped. It was a boat, filled with perhaps ten men, men dressed as nothing he had ever seen. Suddenly everything came into focus, as if a great fog had lifted, though this was nothing physical, nothing natural, instead a fog of the mind as it made sense of what he had been staring at for so long. “May the gods protect us! I see it! It’s a floating island!”

Nelli stared, her mouth agape, then she grabbed his arm, gripping it tight. “But it can’t be! That’s impossible!”

He didn’t say anything, instead standing frozen in place, his entire body shaking as his heart hammered. It was an island, floating on the water, rising and falling with the waves. Yet it was more than that. There were at least half a dozen of the islands, all clustered together, giving the illusion from a distance of one massive creation. And now, several boats, loaded with strange men, strange creatures, sailed toward the shore, toward them.

“I-I’ve never seen anything like it! Who could create such a thing?”

Nelli tugged on his arm, trying to lead him away. “Come, we must go warn the others. Nothing good can possibly come of this.”

He resisted at first, continuing to stare at the strange land floating upon the sea.

It must be the gods. And they must be angry!

“Balam! Come!”

The first boat hit the beach, its prow cutting into the sand, those aboard jumping over the sides. They appeared to be men, yet not. They had two arms and two legs, like himself, though their eyes were thin and slanted, unlike any he had ever seen.

Except in an animal, glowering in the dark.

He shivered. These were not men at all. They were covered in some sort of thick, rigid hide, like the scales of a reptile, one of them, obviously the leader, stepping onto the sand and saying something in a tongue he had not heard before, shimmering in the sunlight as if his skin were made of gold. One of them pointed in their direction. Something was shouted. Balam turned and grabbed Nelli by the hand, terror gripping his chest.

They must be here to punish us!

“We have to warn the others!”

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Fairmont Mayakoba Resort Riviera Maya, Mexico Present Day

“Man, this is the life.” Archaeology Professor James Acton held up his margarita and clinked glasses with his wife and love of his life, Archaeology Professor Laura Palmer.

“It is, indeed.”

Acton swapped hands and presented his glass with salted rim to one of their best friends, Interpol Agent Hugh Reading. Reading eyed the ridiculously emasculating glass and tapped it with his own beer, in a bottle, that he had managed to have warmed to his own liking, everything at the exclusive resort chilled to North American expectations, not the cellar temperature his British heritage demanded. “Cheers.”