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Zusatztext Praise for the novels of Andy McDermott “No fan of Indiana Jones! Matthew Reilly or action in general will be able to put it down.” —Northern Territory News! on The Pyramid of Doom “Raises the bar to please adventure junkies who prefer to mainline their action.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)! on The Hunt for Atlantis “Adventure stories don’t get much more epic than this.”— Daily Mirror (U.K.) Informationen zum Autor Andy McDermott is a former journalist and movie critic who now writes novels full-time following the international success of his debut thriller, The Hunt for Atlantis, which has been sold around the world in more than twenty languages. He is also the author of The Tomb of Hercules, The Secret of Excalibur, The Covenant of Genesis, The Pyramid of Doom, The Sacred Vault, Empire of Gold, Return to Atlantis, The Valhalla Prophecy, and The Shadow Protocol . He lives in Bournemouth, England. Klappentext American archaeologist Nina Wilde and her husband! ex-SAS bodyguard Eddie Chase! are back for another heart-stopping! globe-spanning adventure in the "New York Times"-bestselling series! available in a tall Premium Edition. Original. ONE Zimbabwe Four Billion Years Later The heat and stench were as inescapable as the cell itself. The thick stone and clay walls of the former pioneer fort trapped warmth like a kiln, and the small, stoutly barred window providing the only ventilation opened out almost directly onto the row of latrines at one side of the prison’s central courtyard. Fort Helena. Hell on earth for those unfortunates imprisoned within by the country’s despotic regime. A bearded man sat statue-like in one dirty corner of the gloomy cell; his stillness partly because of the cloying heat, and partly because each movement brought pain. He had been delivered to the prison a day earlier, and as a welcoming gift given a beating by a group of guards before being taken to a dark room where a grinning man had provided him with a hands-on demonstration of some of the numerous instruments of torture at his disposal. Just a sample, he had been promised. A full show would soon follow. Someone else was in the torture chamber now, screams echoing through the passages. The guards had made a point of dragging the victim past the bearded man’s cell so that he would hear the desperate pleas for mercy. Another sample, a demonstration. You’re next. A new sound, this from outside. A rising mechanical thrum—an approaching helicopter. The man stirred, painfully levering himself upright and going to the little window. He ignored the foul smell from the latrines, narrowing his eyes against the harsh daylight as he watched uniformed men hurry into the courtyard to form an honor guard. Behind them came the prison’s governor, a squat, toad-faced man in small gold-rimmed glasses. From his look of apprehension, it was clear that the new arrival was important. The prisoner tensed. He knew who was aboard the helicopter. Someone with very good reasons to hate him. Dust and grit swirled as the helicopter descended. It was an elderly aircraft, a French-built Alouette III light utility chopper converted to what was known as “G-Car” specification by the addition of a pair of machine guns. A veteran of the civil war that led to Rhodesia’s becoming Zimbabwe in 1980 . . . now being used as VIP transport for a man who fought in that war as a youth, gaining a nickname that he retained with pride to this day. Gamba Boodu. “The Butcher.” A guard opened the cabin door and Boodu stepped out, head high as if daring the still-whirling rotor blades above him to strike. Despite the baking temperatures, he wore a long black greatcoat over an immaculately fitted suit, the coat’s hem flapping in the downdraft as he s...
