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Shout in the Dark [MultiFormat]
eBook by Christopher Wright
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: A thrilling chase through Europe as the Vatican and a neo-Nazi faction hunt down an ancient relic with a value greater than human life--a relic that threatens the traditions of the Christian Church. Sturmbannfuhrer Kessel killed to get his hands on the relic in wartime Rome. An elderly Jew risked his life to return it to a religion that was not his own. And today, Kessel's son wants it back--to destroy the Catholic Church and change the face of Europe. Someone is needed to probe the darkened web of evil. Into this explosive situation steps young priest Marco Sartini, once married, and still suffering the trauma of bereavement. The Vatican Security Services have found the perfect bait...
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.9 MB], eReader (PDB) [340 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [355 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [342 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [341 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [330 KB], hiebook (KML) [889 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [476 KB], iSilo (PDB) [328 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [368 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [488 KB]
Words: 107068
Reading time: 305-428 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 0-7599-3991-8
 
"Shout in the Dark echoes the same sense of daring excitement and suspense found in The Divinci Code, as Father Marco Sartini conducts a frantic search for a missing religious artifact. 5 beacons!"--JoEllen, Lighthouse Literary Reviews
"This book has all the ingredients for a best-seller: a bitter young widower who finds refuge in the priesthood; a sultry beauty who's playing several games at once; a kindly but mysterious old priest, a bunch of thugs and neo-Nazis, a Christian relic, and the Pope himself."--Karen Treanor, New Mystery Reader "It was with great relief and satisfaction that I found 'Shout in the Dark', by Christopher Wright, a realistic, convincing tale of a young priest caught up in a neo-Nazi hunt for an ancient Vatican relic. This book was absolutely impossible to put down. The suspense was driving. The realism of the characters, and their conflicts with good and evil are believable. They draw us into their lives; we care about their fate. Since the publication of The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, readers have been assaulted by books about Vatican conspiracies and Catholic cover ups. With this onslaught, we could wonder if the Vatican is responsible for all the evil throughout history. Wright gives us a fresh vision of the genre of the Vatican thriller. This is the start of a possible series of Marco Sartini and the Vatican Security Services books. We hope that this will not be our last encounter with Sartini and Reinhardt. This book was 'unputdownable!' I give it an entire bottle of champagne, plus a glass for good measure. I'd like to give it a Magnum, a Jeroboam, or a Balthazar, if bigger bottles were available to the reviewers! Bravo, Christopher Wright and 'Cheers!'"--Kir Royal, Cocktail Reviews
Chapter One Rome The darkness seemed heavy, oppressive in the summer heat that filled the city that night. Marco held Anna tightly, as though afraid of losing her. "Marco Sartini," she scolded with a giggle, "it's late and we have to get to the Metro." Three men had been following them in the dark as they walked along the Via Sistina, towards the long flight of stone steps down to the Piazza di Spagna at the foot of the hill. Anna jumped in fright as one of the men threw a beer can noisily across the street. The group began to jeer at the embrace. Their language sounded like German. "Ignore them," Marco said. "We're nearly at the station." One of the men came closer and called out something that Marco did not understand. Then, "Sprechen sie Deutsch?" Marco pretended not to hear. The man raised his voice. "Lauter sprechen! Do… you… speak… English?" he demanded. "A little," Marco volunteered warily. "This woman is Italian?" "Yes." "That is good. Italian women all want one thing." He laughed loudly as he lurched forward and grabbed hold of Anna's arm, smirking. "How would you fancy the three of us tonight, pretty woman?" As Marco tried to wrench the man off, the two men watching hurried forward and pinned him by the arms, holding him back. Suddenly Anna kicked out, taking her captor by surprise. She ran quickly across the street, reaching the top of the Spanish Steps and the long descent to the piazza far below. Marco heard her fall, the sudden stop of clattering shoes on the stone steps, the yell of enjoyment from her pursuer. He twisted violently in the hands of the two men holding him and they threw him to the ground. He lay there stunned, slowly becoming aware of the sound of a vehicle coming along the Via Sistina. It was a late night police patrol, but the vehicle drove past before Marco could stand up or even call out. He dragged himself painfully to the top of the steps beneath the tall church of the Trinità dei Monti. The men had gone. He slid down one step at a time to where Anna lay sprawled, her long black dress pulled up to her waist. The men must have reached her as she lay defenseless. A small crowd was already running up from the Piazza di Spagna—to watch, if not to help. As he crouched helplessly beside the bright red pool forming in the dust around Anna's head, it seemed that a great stillness had fallen over Rome. He screamed a silent scream, pressing her hand to his lips. The smell of Anna's perfume would stay with him for ever. The three men had returned to shout more abuse, more taunts from the stone balustrade where the Via Sistina overlooked the steps. Then they were gone. "Bastards!" Marco shouted. "You've killed my wife!" He laid his head on Anna's stomach. "O, God, and our baby." A gust of wind caught one of the empty beer cans and sent it rolling across the broad sidewalk of the Via Sistina, towards the top of the steps. It tumbled over the edge, hitting each step in turn as it fell. It stopped where Marco knelt. He jumped to his feet and hurled it back to where the men had been standing. "Bastards like you deserve to die," he yelled into the blackness. Copyright © 2005 Christopher Wright.
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