: Mikel B. Classen
: The Alexandria Code An Isabella Carter Adventure
: Modern History Press
: 9781615997855
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: CHF 6.10
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 220
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Isabella Carter is an archaeologist who is on the brink of a discovery about how some ancient artifacts could change the future destiny of mankind. Unfortunately, there are evil forces led by the mysterious billionaire Lazarus Fane who are hellbent on suppressing and destroying the knowledge of the ancients.
Can Dr. Carter, her grad students, and reluctant adventurer Aiden McKenzie recover and decipher the Alexandria Code before the massive manhunt closes in? Join her on a trek that leads from Sault Ste. Marie to South America!
'Isabella Carter is a woman with a mission, she's equally at home with an automatic pistol as she is at an archeological dig and her resolve will be tested at every turn. Move over Indiana Jones, there's a new scientist/action-hero who is uncovering and solving mysteries of the ancient world. Through it all, she's also discovering her shamanic story that began in the jungles of South America.' --Victor R. Volkman, Superior Reads
'The stuff of which blockbuster action/adventure movies are made, The Alexandria Code by Mikel B. Classen is a fun and riveting read from start to finish. As a novelist, Classen has a genuine flair for the dramatic and an effective, narrative-driven storytelling style that quickly engages the interest of the reader. ...particularly and unhesitatingly recommended for community library collections.' --Jack Mason,Midwest Book Review
Mikel B. Classen has been writing and photographing northern Michigan in newspapers and magazines for forty years, creating feature articles about the life and culture of Michigan's north country. A journalist, historian, photographer and author with a fascination of the world around him, he enjoys researching and writing about lost stories from the past.
From Modern History Press

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The dark alley dripped with foreboding. The bricks of the building were slick and shined with the wetness from the Lake Superior mist. Dark, black puddles appeared as pits in the pavement meant to be avoided at all costs. There had been death here that much was sure. These old waterfront alleyways had been places of dark deeds for 250 years.

Isabella Carter had known death before, she recognized its mark. This was where she had been told to meet the seller. She knew now that it was a setup. She had been lured back here to the Sault where she grew up in a large cabin on Whitefish Bay. But for what purpose? Why bring her back all the way to the Soo? It made no sense. Isabella turned around and started to retrace her steps back to the street. Enough was enough. This alley wasn’t for her. Now she was acutely aware of the feel of the gun that she carried inside her coat.

The mist stuck to her shoulder length black hair. It had a natural curl to it that now was going crazy with the mist. Her dark brown eyes scoured the old alley for the danger she was certain was out there. She had made many enemies over the years and lived her life wary and always aware of her surroundings.

Whoever had lured her here had been clever. They knew which buttons to push. The possibility of restoring a lost antique from the black market into the hands of academia had been too much to resist. Sault Ste. Marie was on the Canadian border which made it an easy entry point for contraband. She knew this town and it had been a hotbed for smugglers throughout most of its history. She thought of the bait that had brought her here, a jade statue of the Mayan goddess Ixchel. It would have enhanced University of Michigan’s archaeological studies tremendously not to mention their museum, but now she knew she’d been duped. She had shut off her phone, but had left the GPS on. That way she hoped someone would be able to locate her body after this was all over.

Two men stepped out in front of her. Isabella’s hand instinctively reached inside of her coat. Her legs tensed as she prepared to evade an attacker.

One of the men spoke, his words seemed muffled by the thickness of the air. “Dr. Carter?”

She didn’t answer hoping that ignoring them would make them go away. It didn’t work. The two moved to block her way. Years of experience told her that their next move would be to pull their guns. She beat them to it. Her practiced hand held the .45 automatic steady, deadly.

“Where’s the statue?” she asked, suspecting, no, certain that there had never been one.

“No statue, Dr. Carter, Just a ride.”

“Surprise,” she muttered. “But no thanks.”

One of the men moved towards her and the metallic click of her taking off the gun’s safety stopped him short. She tried to get a feel of what they were thinking, their motiva