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Informationen zum Autor Dr. Tim LaHaye is a renowned prophecy scholar, minister, and author. His Left Behind® series is the bestselling Christian fiction series of all time. He and his wife, Beverly, live in southern California. They have four children and nine grandchildren. Bob Phillips, Ph.D., is the author of more than eighty books. He is a licensed counselor and Executive Director for the Pointman Leadership Institute. Klappentext Tim LaHaye! creator of the phenomenally successful Left Behind® books! continues his newest top-ten New York Times bestselling series: Babylon Rising. The heroic Michael Murphy—"cool! brainy! sexy! and valiant”—hurtles into his second whirlwind adventure in pursuit of Biblical artifacts. In Babylon Rising Tim LaHaye began an adventure series that he calls even more exciting than his 50-million-plus-copy bestselling Left Behind series. Readers agreed! as the novel debuted as a top-ten New York Times bestseller. Now! in the second Babylon Rising novel! Biblical scholar! archaeologist! professor! and hero for our times Michael Murphy is in pursuit of one of the most mysterious and sought-after of all Biblical artifacts! Noah's Ark. As Murphy undertakes his death-defying quest to ascend Mount Ararat! he will discover dramatic revelations of Biblical prophecies and be drawn even closer to the most terrifying evil about to be unleashed on all mankind. With The Secret on Ararat following close on the heels of Glorious Appearing! the fastest-selling Left Behind novel ever! Tim LaHaye will further prove to be one of the most fascinating and popular storytellers of our time. Breathe. He desperately needed to breathe. But he knew instinctively that if he opened his mouth to try and suck in a breath, he would die. Gritting his teeth fiercely, Murphy opened his eyes instead. And a pair of yellow, animal eyes stared back. Then a wildly gaping jaw came into focus through the greenish gloom, pointed teeth bared in a silent snarl. Murphy reached out, expecting the teeth to clamp down on his hand, but the dog face had disappeared, sucked back into the watery darkness. It was no good. He had to get some air into his lungs before they burst. He turned his face upward, toward the feeble light, and after an agonizing few seconds during which he had the horrifying sense that he was sinking, not rising, his head broke the surface. He sucked in a huge, spluttering breath, simultaneously grabbing on to the narrow stone ledge that projected from the side of the pit. Resting his head against the jagged rock, he could feel something warm mingling with the freezing water. Blood. As the pain suddenly hit him, a wild carousel of thoughts started racing round his brain. Laura. He would never see her again. She wouldn’t even know he had died here, in this remote, godforsaken place. She would never know his last thoughts had been about her. Then he remembered. Laura was dead. She’d died in his arms. And now he was about to join her. With that thought, his body seemed to relax, accepting its fate, and he felt himself slipping back into the surging torrent. No! He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t let the crazy old man win at last. He had to find a way out. But first he had to find those puppies. Clutching the ledge with both hands, Murphy took a series of quick, deep breaths, hyperventilating to force as much oxygen as possible into his lungs. He’d done enough cave diving to know he could stay under a full two minutes if he had to. But that was under ideal conditions. Right now he had to contend with the effects of shock, blood loss, and bone-shaking cold–all the while trying to find two little dogs somewhere in a swirling maelstrom. As he let himself slip back under the freezing water, he wondered–not for the first time–how he managed to get himself into these messes. The answer was simple. One word: M...
