The Eye of God (Sigma Force)
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In The Eye of God, a Sigma Force novel, New York Times bestselling author James Rollins delivers an apocalyptic vision of a future predicted by the distant past.
In the wilds of Mongolia, a research satellite has crashed, triggering an explosive search for its valuable cargo: a code-black physics project connected to the study of dark energy—and a shocking image of the eastern seaboard of the United States in utter ruin.
At the Vatican, a package arrives containing two strange artifacts: a skull scrawled with ancient Aramaic and a tome bound in human skin. DNA evidence reveals that both came from the same body: the long dead Mongol king Genghis Khan.
Commander Gray Pierce and Sigma Force set out to discover a truth tied to the fall of the Roman Empire, to a mystery going back to the birth of Christianity, and to a weapon hidden for centuries that holds the fate of humanity.
confirmed that her efforts had indeed bottled up the worst of the radiation. But such a cage would have no effect on the Eye’s larger quantum effect. That was beyond any prison of copper wire. Noting her attention, Duncan asked, “So why am I the only one who could see the destruction through that Eye?” Glad for the distraction, she shrugged. “You must be sensitive to whatever quantum effect the Eye manifests. That makes me believe that what happened to the Eye also affected the glass lens of
visible during the day. As to the study of comets, the IoG endeavor was based on the voyage of the ICE satellite that NASA sailed through the tail of Halley’s Comet back in 1986. In regard to comets causing problems, a comet did indeed slam into Jupiter in 1994, and another is set to hit Mars in 2014. Throughout history, comets have frequently been the harbingers of doom, said to predict the bubonic plague of Europe, the Battle of Hastings, even the death of Mark Twain. And it is believed the
short. “How are preparations going?” Painter asked. “I’d like to have this team moving in less than an hour.” “You heard about Commander Pierce?” she asked and led them into the communications room. The oval space was small, dominated by a curved bank of monitors and computer interfaces. “I did. We’ll work around him if need be. I assume you’re offering him whatever support he needs.” Kat cast him a withering glance, suggesting she’d do nothing less. She settled into a chair before the
both uniforms and weapons. Likewise, three military motorcycles were rolled out of the truck bed and onto the asphalt. The bikes would act as an entourage for the personnel carrier. Five men—those who looked the most Korean and spoke the language fluently—dressed immediately. Three of them mounted the motorcycles, and two climbed into the truck’s cab. The rest of the crew ducked immediately into the rear bed. Except for one plucky volunteer who agreed to stay with the bus. The transfer was
“Damned if we do, damned if we don’t,” Jada mumbled. Duncan caught her eye in the rearview mirror, and she offered a small smile. “Something Director Crowe said before I set off on this trip,” she explained. “Seems he was right.” Monk stirred, his nose still in his map. “Never bet against Painter.” 2:44 P.M. An hour later, Jada half drowsed in the backseat when Duncan loudly declared, “End of the road, folks!” Jada sat straighter, rubbing her eyes, realizing he wasn’t speaking