The 13th Apostle
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THREE SOULS. TWO THOUSAND YEARS. ONE TRUTH. A worldwide conspiracy thriller for the millions of fans of The Da Vinci Code who've been left thirsting for more...Just one man can crack the code to the biggest mystery the world has ever known-if he survives...36AD: Micah - Jesus' friend, trusted confidant, and the 13th Apostle - inscribes a message, upon which mankind's fate would one day be determined. Present day: An ancient diary holds clues to the location of a sacred artefact -one that could be the twin of the Dead Sea Scroll, and the key to unimagined riches. Greed motivates a worldwide hunt- with some willing to kill to uncover its secrets...Gil Pearson, Internet forensic specialist, is recruited to decipher the diary's clues and locate Micah's vital message. Working in tandem, sometimes in opposition, with the fascinating yet enigmatic Sabbie Karaim, Gil finds himself involved in a mystery that spans two thousand years and for which others would gladly give their lives or, more willingly, take his.
texts it is written: In each generation there are born thirty-six righteous souls who, by their very existence, assure the continuation of the world. According to Abraham’s Covenant, once each millennium, God shall return to earth and count among the many, those who remain righteous. Were it not for these tzaddikim, the righteous ones, who stand in God’s judgment, mankind’s fate would be in grave and certain peril. These tzaddikim have no knowledge of each other; neither have they an
will remain available for viewing to the public until March 20 of next year, the anniversary of its discovery. On that day, the Scroll and its promises of hidden treasure will be return to the Museum of Amman, Jordan, where it will be sequestered. “The decision to place this priceless document in safekeeping is commendable,” noted Dr. Anton DeVris, Director of Acquisitions at Israel Museum’s Shrine of the Book. “The thought that the Scroll will soon be secured where scholars may no longer have
England had allowed DeVris the luxury of easy communication with McCullum. Not that DeVris was doing anything wrong. After all, he had never actually voted against his conscience. He simply allowed himself to keep an open mind to McCullum’s insights. The fact that his votes helped to keep particularly provocative sections of the Dead Sea Scrolls under wraps was not as much testimony to his loyalty to McCullum as it was to the cogent points of McCullum’s arguments. Had others known of McCullum’s
past twenty minutes. No car followed them into the gas station. Gil looked back to the highway in time to see the black town car pass on its way to London, apparently a threat only in the drama of Gil’s making. He filled the tank while she hit the ladies’ room and, as she headed back to the car, signaled that he was on his way for a similar break. The green sedan wouldn’t have caught his attention except for the odd coincidence of the license plate. It was red, like the plate on their car, and
an obligation by birthright to his mother, young sisters, and the family servants, all of whom counted on him to carry on the family’s financial legacy, and to support them in their later years. His life of adventure and discovery had been traded on the auction block for a life of obligation long before he knew what such words might mean. There was no way out. His lot was little different from that of the poorest of Jews the Romans used as slaves. They were both held captive by another. The only