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The Rand scientific expedition entered the lush wilderness of the Amazon and never returned. Years later, one of its members has stumbled out of the world's most inhospitable rainforest--a former Special Forces soldier, scarred, mutilated, terrified, and mere hours from death, who went in with one arm missing . . . and came out with both intact.
Unable to comprehend this inexplicable event, the government sends Nathan Rand into this impenetrable secret world of undreamed-of perils, to follow the trail of his vanished father . . . toward mysteries that must be solved at any cost. But the nightmare that is awaiting Nate and his team of scientists and seasoned U.S. Rangers dwarfs any danger they anticipated . . . an ancient, unspoken terror--a power beyond human imagining--that can forever alter the world beyond the dark, lethal confines of . . .
than a casual ritual. I think he’s passing the mantle of his responsibility to you, for the tribe, for the village, for the tree.” “I can’t take that on,” Nate said, glancing back at Kouwe. “You must. Once you’re shaman, the tribe’s secrets will be open to you. Do you understand what that means?” Nate took a deep breath and nodded. “The cure.” “Exactly.” Nate stepped to the hammock and knelt. The shaman showed Nate what to do, but it was similar to the Yanomamos’ ritual. The small man
out of the ashes.” The man’s words seemed to strengthen the padre. “God bless you.” He wiped his eyes and nose with his handkerchief. “We’ll do all we can,” Kelly assured him. “But, padre, time is of the essence for us, too. We hope to begin tracking the dead man’s trail before it grows any colder.” “Of course, of course…” Garcia said in a tired voice, and stood. “I’ll tell you all I know.” It was a short talk. The padre explained as he led them past the altar to the common rooms of the
brazier was burning in a corner. His mistress knelt naked before the small camp stove, lighting a bundle of dried leaves. Aromatic smoke spiraled upward. She rose to her feet. Her mocha skin shone with a sleek layer of sweat. Louis stared, drinking her in. He longed to take her then and there, but he restrained himself. They had a guest this morning. He turned his attention to the naked man staked spread-eagle on the bare-earth floor. The only bit of clothing he wore was a ball gag. Louis kept
the stream. “Where’s Private Carrera?” she asked softly, then turned to Frank. “Where’s Nate?” Upriver, a blast sounded, echoing through the forest. Kelly’s eyes widened as she stared at Frank. “They’re in trouble.” Nate raised his shotgun and blasted another of the creatures that ventured too close. Carrera had shrugged off her weapon’s fuel canister and was bent over it. “How much longer?” Nate asked, eyes wide, trying to watch everything at once. “Almost done.” Nate glanced to the
student was mistaken. The phone rang on the other end, and after a moment, it was answered. “Dr. Reynolds, proteonomics lab.” “Xavier?” “Yes?” “This is Dr. O’Brien.” “Dr. O’Brien!” The man began talking animatedly, thanking her, thrilled. She cut him off. “Xavier, tell me more about this protein of yours.” She needed as much information from him as possible, the sooner the better. If there was even a minute possibility that Dr. Reynolds was correct… Lauren bit back a shudder as she stared