The Cortés Enigma (2nd Edition)

The Cortés Enigma (2nd Edition)

John Paul Davis

Language: English

Pages: 254

ISBN: 2:00281731

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

John Paul Davis - The Cortes Enigma (The New Release from the best-selling author of The Templar Agenda)

1581: It appeared in the west as the sun was setting, a distant silhouette like a fire on the water. Twelve hours later it appeared again, this time much closer to the mainland…Who was on board or where they came from remained a mystery…No trace of the vessel was ever found…

1904: In an old graveyard in a remote part of the Isles of Scilly, a distinguished academic makes a surprising discovery. The inscriptions on the gravestones are unlike any he has ever seen, at least in that part of the world. The clues point to an astounding possibility: a maritime legend and a priceless treasure. And a four-hundred-year-old cover-up!

Present Day: History Lecturer Dr Ben Maloney is sitting in his office when the phone rings. A call from his cousin is rarely anything out of the ordinary, but today what he has to say is anything but normal. His great-great-grandfather’s ship has been discovered near a deserted island in the Isles of Scilly. Along with his murdered corpse!

Dropping everything, Maloney’s decision to visit the site of his ancestor’s demise soon proves to be one fraught with danger. With nothing but a hundred-year-old diary and legends from the island’s past to guide him, Maloney’s only chance to solve the riddle of his ancestor’s death is to unravel the pieces of an altogether greater mystery. An unimaginable treasure remains unfound. And some will stop at nothing to find it…

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non-existent, the atmosphere still; a deathly silence filled the air, disturbed only by the occasional gust of wind passing through nearby trees. The birds had disappeared, as for now had the moon, the intense darkness creating the illusion that a heavy veil had descended. Ben moved slowly along the path. The light from outside the lichgate was more ornamental than useful, and he didn’t dare use a torch just yet. Without the aid of moonlight, he would have to rely on memory. Ben wiped his

brow and adjusted his hair, his tired mind contemplating his next move. As the seconds passed, the pathway appeared brighter, lit up by the hazy light of the re-emerged moon. The path was now more visible, but he knew the route to the mausoleum required him to head across the grass. The thought of surveillance still made him nervous; he reasoned observation at this hour would be unlikely, but he couldn’t discount it altogether. A resident of a nearby building, the returning vicar, a local out for

way inland. On summer days, the dry path was a tourist’s dream, a photographer’s gateway to the natural scenery, but today it was damp and deserted, puddles prevalent. The hills seemed to be a magnet for water, particularly toward the centre of the island. Yet among the barren, the wet, and the ruined stood something slightly bizarre. Located on three small mounts on the north-east side of the island, three identical large standing stones rose impressively into the air. For Ben, the

estate in the middle of a forest, he still had no idea what they were doing. “Where the hell are we?” “Godolphin Cross,” Colts replied, smoking his pipe for the first time in thirty minutes. “Or, to be more precise, as this place is known, Godolphin.” Ben folded his arms as he looked at Valeria. Despite the long journey in the back of the van, on top of a night of broken sleep sailing in a storm, her appearance was still incredible. “Care to elaborate?” Ben asked. “The Duke of Leeds

was lost for words. The diagram of the façade of the mansion, two pages from the end, was the penultimate one in the diary. The last one, what he guessed was some kind of statue, perhaps dedicated to a conquistador or someone similar, suddenly triggered a reaction in his mind. The replica emeralds, TF’s diagram of the façade of the house… “Ben?” Colts was getting impatient. Ben turned to look at him. “We need to go back outside.” Within the gardens of the Godolphin Estate was a more

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