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The Carmelite Prophecy: Reading List

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This book was simultaneously fun and torturous to research. On the one hand, who wouldn’t want to prowl around the web and YouTube looking for pictures and video of a beautiful French church? On the other, I knew going in that a hell of a lot of people were killed there in a gory massacre in 1792. So there’s that. …

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The Dante Deception – Chapter Five

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April 1973 Moscow, U.S.S.R. Stepan Lazovsky put on his overcoat, slipping the second button through the first hole. He fastened three more lopsided buttons on the way to the stairwell. In exactly two minutes, Vakhan Zyuganov would walk past the rear entrance to the General Staff building. They’d greet each other with surprise and shake hands. Stepan would ask the …

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The Dante Deception – Chapter Four

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February 1973 Moscow, U.S.S.R. The river was frozen, its surface faceted with crystals and cracks. New-fallen snow blurred the outlines of bridges, street signs, cars, and lampposts. It would have been bearable but for the wind. His cheeks stung like open wounds. “Are we there yet?” Christof asked. “Almost,” Sinclair said, glancing behind them. “They’re not there, you know.” “Doesn’t …

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The Dante Deception – Chapter Two

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September 4, 1972 Montréal, Canada Augustus Wolverton Sinclair, seventh Baron Leighton, tightened his grip on the painting he’d come for. The Frenchmen had already stripped the backings, extracted the canvases, and smashed the frames of the others on his list. “Allez,” he said, stepping over splintered wood and canvas shavings. “Nous sommes finis.” “Mais il y’en a plus.” Yves pointed …

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The Dante Deception – Chapter One

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April 1967 Unterlengenhardt, West Germany The old woman cackled as a dog snatched the sandwich from her lap. The German shepherd carried the sandwich into a corner and nosed the black bread aside to get at the spicy sausage. Christof Ehrlichmann held his breath. There were three half-eaten sandwiches under the couch. The cats—thirty, at last count—had coated the floor …