Tomb Of Relics: ARKANE Thrillers
By J.F. Penn
4/5
()
About this ebook
A supernatural relic. A thousand-year-old conspiracy. A madman who turns death into art. It's all in a day's work for the agents of ARKANE.
When a priceless relic disappears from Canterbury Cathedral, ARKANE – the agency tasked with protecting the world from supernatural adversaries – fears the worst… and sends its best.
Now, ARKANE agents Morgan Sierra and Jake Timber are on the job. Across Europe, through historical cities and into spectral forests forgotten by time, Morgan and Jake will follow the bloody trail of hidden relics wherever it leads, whatever the cost.
But even they aren't ready for what's coming.
Their hunt will lead them beyond danger, beyond darkness to the shadowed heart of a hidden citadel where lives an evil unlike any they've ever seen… and to a dark choice that will change them both forever.
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author J.F. Penn invites you to brave her most thrilling adventure yet. A world of the strange. A world of the supernatural. A world… of the ARKANE.
Click the link and grab your copy today!
J.F. Penn
Oxford educated, British born J.F.Penn has traveled the world in her study of religion and psychology. She brings these obsessions as well as a love for thrillers and an interest in the supernatural to her writing. Her fast-paced thrillers weave together historical artifacts, secret societies, global locations, violence, a kick-ass protagonist and a hint of the supernatural. - See more at: http://jfpenn.com/#sthash.4kXn567K.dpuf
Read more from J.F. Penn
Pilgrimage: Lessons Learned from Solo Walking Three Ancient Ways Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCatacomb Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBrooke and Daniel Psychological Thrillers Books 1-3: Desecration, Delirium, Deviance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWith A Demon's Eye Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Thousand Fiendish Angels Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Risen Gods Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Soldiers of God Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Midwinter Sacrifice Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Dark Queen. A Supernatural Thriller Short Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Blood, Sweat, and Flame. A Short Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeneath the Zoo Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Tomb Of Relics
Titles in the series (12)
Stone of Fire: ARKANE Thrillers, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Crypt of Bone: ARKANE Thrillers, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5One Day In Budapest: ARKANE Thrillers, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ark of Blood: ARKANE Thrillers, #3 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Day of the Vikings: ARKANE Thrillers, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGates of Hell: ARKANE Thrillers, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5End of Days: ARKANE Thrillers, #9 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Destroyer of Worlds: ARKANE Thrillers, #8 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Day In New York: ARKANE Thrillers, #7 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tomb Of Relics: ARKANE Thrillers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Valley of Dry Bones: ARKANE Thrillers, #10 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tree of Life: ARKANE Thrillers Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related ebooks
End of Days: ARKANE Thrillers, #9 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Day In New York: ARKANE Thrillers, #7 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Day In Budapest: ARKANE Thrillers, #4 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Destroyer of Worlds: ARKANE Thrillers, #8 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gates of Hell: ARKANE Thrillers, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Day of the Vikings: ARKANE Thrillers, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsValley of Dry Bones: ARKANE Thrillers, #10 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Crypt of Bone: ARKANE Thrillers, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Urgent Justice: Vigilante Justice Thriller Series with Jack Lamburt Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTree of Life: ARKANE Thrillers Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Dante Conspiracy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPapal Audience - A Thriller Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSolomon's Gold: The Project, #15 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ark of Blood: ARKANE Thrillers, #3 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Killing Digital Hominids: Digital Hominid World Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Heretics Bible: James Acton Thrillers, #40 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Barabbas Connection: The Vatican Knights, #21 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Rite of Darkness: Order of Thaddeus, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Thirteenth Apostle: Order of Thaddeus, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Half-Past Dawn: A Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Cup: The Project, #13 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Grail of Power: Order of Thaddeus, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRelics Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The 4th Secret Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Original Sins: The Vatican Knights, #18 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Cleopatra's Vendetta: A Stryker Thriller Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Shroud Key: A Chase Baker Thriller Series No. 1, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHomework Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBook of Judas: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Action & Adventure Fiction For You
The Poisonwood Bible: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leave the World Behind: A Read with Jenna Pick Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Billy Summers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Kingdom Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Learn German! Lerne Englisch! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In German and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Swamp Story: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Bean Trees: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shantaram: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Scarlet Pimpernel Books Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Prodigal Summer: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Crime and Punishment Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Darkness That Comes Before Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Eight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Grace of Kings Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Learn Italian! Impara l'Inglese! ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND: In Italian and English Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Most Dangerous Game Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We, the Drowned Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End of the World Running Club Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Outlawed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The King Must Die: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Postman Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Count of Monte Cristo Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Robe Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Great St Mary's Day Out: A Chronicles of St Mary's Short Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related categories
Reviews for Tomb Of Relics
1 rating1 review
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It’s been a while since we’ve seen an ARKANE book, and this one was worth the wait. It was shorter that normal, but I think the reason is that the author wrote it during lockdown, when she couldn’t travel much. And as she said in her Afterword, travelling is her muse.
You know what I like most about these books? They’re just so respectful. The author isn’t religious (as far as I can tell), but she has a theology degree. And all these books deal with religion. Mostly Christian, but some of them are about Norse and Indian mythology too. And although the author herself isn’t religious, and neither are her main characters, they always talk about the characters’ beliefs with such reverence. It’s truly refreshing.
Unlike the other books, which you can read as standalones in any order, this one seems to end on a small cliffhanger, implying that you probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy the next one if you haven’t read this one. But of course, she hasn’t written that one yet, so time will tell.
I think if you enjoy Dan Brown (I don’t), and you enjoy Indiana Jones or Lara Croft (I do), you’ll enjoy this series. I also get some Warehouse 13 vibes (if you’re old enough to remember that TV show), only a lot more serious.
Book preview
Tomb Of Relics - J.F. Penn
Prologue
Desert near Acre, the Holy Land. 1183.
Dark clouds hid the moon as the four knights rode out across desert scrub to the ruined temple in the Judean Hills. A blanket of night lay across the land, dulling all sound but their hoofbeats and a single far-off cry of a night bird. Crusaders had besieged the village that once surrounded the temple, the people slain or forced out under the banner of the scarlet cross. Only shadows remained now and perhaps the restless spirits of those who couldn’t move on, but William de Tracy did not want to think of spirits tonight.
He looked up as a sliver of moonlight pierced the clouds and touched the edge of the ruined temple, turning the rough-hewn stone into the mottled silver of a blade. It had taken much blood and gold to uncover the ancient myth that surrounded this place, and William could only hope it would be worth it.
Twelve years fighting the heathen in this god-forsaken country.
Twelve years into a lifetime sentence for something he only did to serve his king.
Could this temple hold the key to ending their perdition?
Richard de Brito vaulted from his horse, leading the creature to the shadows as he tethered it at the side of the temple. Reginald FitzUrse and Hugh de Morville followed suit, but at a slower pace, both men suffering from battle wounds.
William’s own movements were just as hampered, his body and soul exhausted from the penance of servitude, even as a knight here in the Holy Land. They had the privileges of rank, but they had no freedom to leave, banished by the Pope for their sins, their service the only way to buy a way into heaven.
In blazing days under the desert sun, William dreamed of England — the babbling brook at the edge of his estate, the dappled light of the forest, so gentle on the eyes compared to this savage land. It was holy to some, perhaps, but William would give it all to be home again.
Are you sure this is the place, Will?
de Brito called out as he climbed over a low wall. It looks to be only a ruin.
And no doubt some Moor bastard has beaten us to whatever’s left of the treasure.
FitzUrse was bad-tempered at the best of times, but tonight, he seemed particularly out of sorts. His preferred squire had recently left and his armor was tarnished, his beard unkempt. The darkness that plagued them all hung over his head the most.
As de Morville helped his friend down, William dismounted, leaning gingerly on his left leg, a sword cut still healing on the limb. He would have considered it nothing in his younger days, but they were no longer knights of carefree summer. The memory of those years still held them together, but the bond of spilled blood remained their strongest tie. Without it, they would have gone their separate ways by now.
From his tunic William pulled a tattered map, a scrap of goatskin painted with intricate markings matted with dirt and hair that smelled of the grave. This is the place. Before it was sacred to the Jews, it was an ancient burial ground. A place where those of myth were worshipped and where it’s said, long life could be found.
William looked up from the map and into the labyrinth of broken pillars. Come, we must be away before dawn.
The four knights picked their way through broken masonry, the destruction so complete that they were barely able to make out what once stood here. The air was still, as if something in the shadows held its breath, daring them to take another step.
The Crusaders had done their worst here, for sure, and the label of Crusader was one that William detested. It gathered all those who fought for Christ under one banner: the rabble of poor souls who begged at the roadside with empty bellies and the knight with jeweled armor and a feast awaiting him after battle. Both would meet God in heaven on the same terms, but down here, they would never be equals.
De Brito scrambled ahead until he disappeared into the darkness of a stone arch, still partially standing above the wreckage.
A minute later, he stuck his head back out. Over here, there’s a way down.
He reached for an oil lamp and struck it alight, holding it high to illuminate the way ahead as they descended into darkness.
The stone steps were worn and slippery with the passage of feet over years, evidence of the life that once filled this place. It had echoed with the laughter of families, songs of praise to the Most High, and the weeping of mourners for the slaughtered. Now it was silent, and the scent of incense lingered under the damp mossy smell of water on stone as nature reclaimed what it had lost with each passing generation.
William let de Brito lead the way, aware of traps set for enthusiastic tomb raiders and keen for the younger man to set them off first. But no thud of stone on flesh came from ahead as they spiraled down into the earth, the circular staircase growing narrower as they descended.
This would be easy to defend, one way in and out, and no ability to see what was ahead. But William could sense no soldiers waiting in the dark. The bones of the dead were all that remained.
The air grew thin as they reached the bottom of the stairs and emerged into a vast circular tomb. There were niches around the sides, each one with a casket mounted within. These were not the body-sized coffins of English tombs, but boxes just big enough for long bones stacked beneath skulls after flesh had rotted away.
In the darkness, William stepped into a cobweb with viscous, thick strings that stuck to his face and quivered as he fought to escape. A huge spider with a bulbous body scuttled out of a hole in the stone. William thrust his arm up, slashing the web away, brushing it from his face as if to ward off the mark of the grave. He held up the torch to see more cobwebs coating every surface. A twitching layer, entwined with the hard stone, alive with the bodies of arachnids that spun their lives down here. Spiders that grew fat on the flesh of the dead.
William turned to look at the tomb. A deep pit lay in the center, edged with copper, engraved with words in Hebrew, Greek and Latin. FitzUrse picked up a fragment of masonry and dropped it down the hole. They stood listening for a moment, but there was no answering clunk, only a silence that spoke of the depths below.
It would be better if we found decent plunder up here, old friend,
FitzUrse grunted. If it’s down there, we’ll have to find a scrawny infidel to retrieve it for us.
Let’s have a better look at this place.
De Brito held his torch high and the flickering light played over a dusty scabbard encrusted with rubies. The reflection cast a crimson pall over the faces of the gathered men, and William had a sense that they were all bathed in tainted blood.
He shook his head to stop the memory flooding back, but as it had so many times, the vision rose up.
Archbishop Thomas Becket lay on the stone floor in a pool of blood, his skull split, ivory lumps of brain spilling out. As the white heat of their fury dissipated, William and his fellow knights stood with swords dripping gore, panting with exertion. The smell of sweat mingled with the metallic scent of blood and Becket’s body lay motionless as they realized what they had done.
But it was too late to take back the killing blows.
The Archbishop of Canterbury was dead, a martyr lying on the stone of the cathedral floor, a rough hair shirt of penance visible under his pallium cloak of office.
Monks gathered around, wailing and crying out to God on their knees, even as others drew near to dip pieces of cloth in the martyr’s blood.
William could still feel the cold wrench that twisted his guts that day — not at the bloody corpse, for he had seen many sights worse than that — but at what he had lost with a single sword stroke. For all his faults, the Archbishop was anointed by God and even a king’s order could not stand against that truth.
Hugh de Morville had taken charge and as chaos swirled around Canterbury Cathedral in the aftermath of the martyrdom, the knights escaped to de Morville’s castle of Knaresborough. They waited for word of pardon from King Henry II, since they had gone to Becket at his urging after the Archbishop invalidated the coronation of the king’s son. But no word came from Henry, only rumors that the king himself would do penance for the murder with a pilgrimage to Canterbury, where he would be whipped by the monks for his sin.
William still smarted from the betrayal of his old friend, the monarch choosing to side with Rome and the Church over the knights who avenged the offense upon him.
The Pope excommunicated the four, banishing them to the Holy Land to fight for a way back into the good graces of the Church. But William hoped this tomb might hold the promise of early release from such earthly purgatory.
He took a deep breath and wrenched himself back to the present.
The three other men examined the caskets,