By Elizabeth Peters
It used to be the beginning of a grand experience in a land of antiquity, an extraordinary chance to go to biblical locations wealthy in culture. yet in a Jerusalem lodge room an international clear of every thing she is aware, Dinah van der Lyn hears indignant voices during the wall, via a crash and a quick cry in English . . . for support! The brutal shattering of an evening’s stillness turns into a prelude to terror. abruptly, Dinah has been unwittingly pulled into anything unholy transpiring in a sacred urban, and he or she needs to locate solutions hidden within the shadows. and he or she needs to belief an enigmatic stranger as she races via historical, twisting streets teeming with secrets and techniques and peril: a guy who might be best her to security . . . or to her doom.
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With the lids off, most sarcophagi unromantically resembled giant pigs’ feeding troughs. Still, it was pleasant in the shade of the old trees, watching the feathery shadows of the gray-green leaves shift across the weathered white stone of the sarcophagus. Dinah lingered, ignoring Mr. Awad’s suggestion that they move on to the remains of the Roman theater. She didn’t want to see a Roman theater. She knew what Roman theaters looked like, and had a suspicion that she was destined to see a good many more of them as the days wore on.
Dinah glowered at Mr. Awad’s unconscious back and trailed behind as he led the group across the broken stones toward the next point of interest. Her overly sensitive reaction to reminders of ancient bloodshed seemed incongruous even to her, for she was quite blasé about her father’s archaeological interests; and what was archaeology, after all, but the study of dead things? But she knew what her trouble was—not death itself, but violence and pain. Mr. Awad’s next stop, at the site of the royal tombs, did not stir a single nerve end.
She recognized the man she had noticed earlier in the day, searching for something. Close up, he was not particularly prepossessing, and for some unaccountable reason Dinah found herself making unflattering mental comparisons with the last man she had encountered under such unorthodox circumstances. This man was short instead of tall, stocky instead of slender, blond instead of dark; the sunlight striking his unkempt head suggested that his hair had originally been light brown, like her own, but was bleached, unbecomingly and unevenly, to a flaxen shade that resembled straw in texture as well as color.