This was the end. Johnston knew it. It had all come down to this—the final battle. Either he would win and finally begin the work or BJ would kill him and usher in the descent. They had charged at each other like lions warring over

Anne Marie tilted her head back, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sun on her face. She sipped her bitter, black coffee. The gusty wind tossed the aspens’ branches and scattered their yellow leaves across her yard. Their spicy, earthy scent mingled with the

My body and my heavy stack of books landed with audible thuds onto the carpeted floor of the Rare Books room in the New York Public Library. I lay prone and lifted my head, glancing sheepishly around to see if anyone noticed. Heads turned away

Many have written about my life since the discovery of hidden death chambers in the valley of my fathers. Much may have been written and theories abound; some have come closer than others. But none is truth. A usurper, a thief of crowns, conspired against