A billion-year-old mystery resurfaces.
> WINNER: Pinnacle Book Achievement Award, Fall 2022 – Best Historical Adventure
Walker Monroe, Yale professor, librarian, and expert in ancient languages, gets an unexpected visit from two U.S. Geological Service members. They show him a piece of unknown metal engraved with a mysterious, coded text, and seek his help in translating it.
He calls in the help of his friends and colleagues, Matthew Bishop and Jennifer Porter, but unable to crack the code, they start the search for the origin of the strange piece of metal.
They take a perilous journey across four continents, unraveling a dangerous puzzle, all while followed closely by other interested parties. Piece by piece, they get nearer to a truth that will shake the foundation of everything they thought to be true about our world’s history.
EVOLVED PUBLISHING PRESENTS the third book in the “Matthew Bishop” series of historical conspiracy mysteries, ideal for fans of Dan Brown and Michael Crichton. [DRM-Free]
Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / HistoricalSales have been modest thus far. We're just waiting for the right time - a market correction - to begin a new round of marketing. We believe this book (and full series) will appeal to a broad audience worldwide.
A relatively warm wind from the south gushed over the tundra, making it a nice, friendly April day of 30 degrees Fahrenheit at the North Pole. With temperatures varying between 60 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer and -30 degrees in the winter, Mitya Morozov had seen it all in the past thirty years working the drill. Little over a decade ago, they enclosed the site in a vast superstructure, with the drill itself encased in a huge three-hundred-foot tower. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any heating in the building. In the winter, the workers would fire-up oil drums filled with the sparse wood they could find out there in the flatlands. Now, the men working the drill were glad winter was over, and the oil drums stayed cold. At its peak, more than thirty people worked the site. Now, only about a dozen remained, half of them working the drill, and the other half either cooking, guarding, or staffing. Morozov, leaning against an empty drum, found no happiness in anything but the weather today. He sighed at the fact he’d spent his last Kola-winter without real heating.
“Mitya,” a drill-worker dressed in a bright yellow oilskin suit shouted out. “Why don’t you come here and get your hands dirty for the first and last time?” His coworkers laughed.
Morozov raised his hands in front of his face. “These?” he yelled back over the sound of metal from the drill clanking as they pulled it up. “These divine instruments? No way, man, that’s your job. That’s why you get paid the big bucks.” He gave a tiny smile as he took out a pack of cigarettes and an old, dented zippo. Before lighting the cigarette—for a long moment—he gazed at the lighter he’d bought with his first paycheck.
In 1965, Leonid Brezhnev, President of the Soviet Union, gave the order to start the deepest drill on Earth.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Luis Burke
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