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Ancient Echoes

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Past and present collide in this spellbinding tale by USA Today bestselling author Joanne Pence. Over two hundred years ago, a covert expedition shadowing Lewis and Clark disappeared into the wilderness of Central Idaho. Now, seven anthropology students and their professor vanish in the same area. The key to finding them lies in an ancient secret, one involving alchemy, gold, and immortality...a secret that men throughout history have sought to unveil.Michael Rempart is a brilliant archeologist whose colorful and controversial career has earned him admiring fans and implacable foes, but he is plagued by a troubling sense of the supernatural and a mysterious spiritual intuitiveness. Joining Rempart in this adventure are a CIA consultant on paranormal phenomena, a washed-up local sheriff, and a former scholar of Egyptology. All must overcome their personal demons as they attempt to save the students and, ultimately, the world. From the Journal of Francis Masterson, 1806-- All hope is gone. Evil is victorious. In the time I have remaining I will, herewith, impart a tale so filled with Dread and Terror that my heart overflows with immeasurable Sorrow to tell it. It began with the highest of Good Will and Promise and, on my part, great Excitement. I can only trust to Providence that one day this small account which I leave in a land of unimaginable desolation and Wildness, may be discovered, and that it will serve to warn others of the wickedness that may ensnare Good men. Ours was to be a Secret Expedition...

“Joanne Pence's highly enjoyable paranormal novel...narrates a story of occult secrets centuries old and mortally dangerous to explore, all focusing on the granite wildness of central Idaho [and] confronting the coldest of all mysteries--Death itself.

“An intriguing blend of history, action-adventure, religious speculation, alchemy (theoretical, philosophical, and practical), and horror, with occasional touches of psychological thriller and romance, Ancient Echoes is a well-crafted tale designed to entertain and perhaps even enlighten. Highly recommended.” --Hellnotes

“Ancient Echoes engages the reader as it explores greed, deception, love, betrayal, and the human condition through the search for the one thing it seems every generation longs to find: immortality.” --Reviews with TLC

What readers are saying:

“Lost Horizons meets Indiana Jones...suspend your disbelief and enjoy this tale of heroes, villains and creepy crawlies.”

“Right up there with Lincoln and Child.”

“This is a mind bender, watch the characters closely.”

“An adventure book for the historical. There was a good pace set through the whole story, hard to put down.”

“Wouldn't this be a great movie? … I would definitely recommend this for the intelligent suspense reader.”

“This book grabbed my interest from page one. The book takes the reader from Mongolia, to NYC, Jerusalem, Paris, DC, Beijing and Idaho.”

”Before anything else, the style and beauty of this book is remarkable.”

“The amount of research that had to be done to write this book staggers the imagination: alchemy; Nicholas Flamel; The Book of Abraham the Jew.”

“This romance/adventure reads like an Indiana Jones movie. I could hardly put it down.”

“This would make a blockbuster movie.”

“I will never think of Idaho the same way again.”

“Very unique.”

“A historical and supernatural theme while being a thriller, mystery, and dealing with romance under one cover.…I highly recommend this book for all readers who enjoy a well written adventure.”

“What a great book....it kept me on the edge of my seat throughout. The story was so interesting and I loved the descriptions of the Idaho wilderness!... this thriller was truly amazing.”

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Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Mongolia Michael Rempart flung back the thick, musty brown quilt, rekindled the metal stove's dying dung fire, and dressed in heavy woolens and an insulated jacket before stepping out of the small ger. The bitter winds of western Mongolia's Bayan Ölgiy region slapped at his face and dried his eyes until they ached. Normally, the sky above this cold, barren plain was bleak and pale and gray at the edges, as if viewed through an ice cube. This sky was a murky mustard color that made him uneasy. He'd seen this before on the Gobi Desert as a prelude to a sandstorm. His archeological dig team should have been busily moving about the camp. But the camp was empty. The two aged Soviet-built GAZ trucks used to transport men, equipment and supplies to the dig site were also gone. Last evening, everyone had retired for the night in high spirits. After weeks of anticipation, skepticism, and hope, the dig had reached a depth from which they would learn if they had discovered an ancient tomb filled with riches, or if all their work had been a colossal waste of time and money. Today would tell the story. But why was no one here? A treeless, dreary expanse of low grass and scrub edging the snow-capped Altai Mountains surrounded the camp. From China, the jagged peaks arched through Kazakhstan to Mongolia and then to Siberia. The air was thin in these high mountains, the land empty of humans except for wandering bands of nomads…and Michael's dig team. A tall, angular man, Michael Rempart was one of the world’s top archeologists. His face, burnished and browned by the bright sun and cruel wind, had a high forehead, sharp cheekbones, and long, straight nose, while hair the color of soot fell haphazardly to his shoulders. Only the slightest crinkling of skin beneath deep-set brown eyes and edging a firm mouth hinted at his forty years of age. Michael's assistant, Li Jianjun, had insisted on locating the dig site a full two miles from the camp. If Michael had placed the camp any closer to the site, he wouldn't have found anyone willing to work for him. Even here, despite his best efforts, the workers had remained fearful and jumpy. It was because of the kurgans—long, shallow mounds of black and gray stones that jutted eerily over the barren landscape to mark graves. Kurgans were death-filled reminders of the ancient cultures that once wandered over Central Asia and southern Siberia from the eighth century B.C. to the thirteenth century A.D. Remnants of those cultures and their traditions were believed by many to still exist. To this day, numerous stories were told of the dead who walked among them. Near them, darkness hovered, and the earth seemed abnormally still. Near them, every nerve in Michael’s body grew taut and tense. The place they needed to dig sat between three such kurgans. Michael ran toward the gers that housed his team. The nomadic tents were commonly known as yurts in the West, but that was a Russian word and never used by the fiercely independent Mongolians. He swung open the three-foot high door. No one was inside, but on the ground stood a rounded object covered by a white cloth. White candles circled it. White signified death in many East Asian cultures, much as black did in the West. Michael snatched off the cloth. A human skull smiled up at him. It had browned with age, and its few teeth were yellowed and worn. He studied it a moment, then lifted it. The skull had been placed atop a square of material with a picture of two demons. One had a bright green body, huge belly and monkey's head. The other, a red dragon-like beast, had a human face in a snake's head with four golden fangs. Both demons glared with furious, black, bulging eyes. Michael squatted low and fingered the material. The silk looked and felt quite old. The art work was Tibetan, a land whose culture and religion had influenced the Mongolian people from their earliest days. The demons seemed to dance before his eyes, mocking him. He hurried back outside and searched the bleak, treeless emptiness, hundreds of miles from civilization, for any sign of what had happened to his companions. He was completely alone except for the kurgans in the distance.

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