Footprints (Rogue Angel, Book 20)

Footprints (Rogue Angel, Book 20)

Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz

Language: English

Pages: 201

ISBN: 2:00306497

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"When her longtime friend claims to have evidence of Big Foot's existence, archaeologist Annja Creed can't resist checking it out for herself - she's been debating the subject for years. Annja's curiosity leads her deep into the woods of the Pacific Northwest, to meet Jenny where the supposed trail has been left by the one and only Sasquatch. But when Annja arrives at the destination, a group of armed thugs warn her to leave the area, and her friend is nowhere to be found. Now the search for Sasquatch turns into a rescue mission, and Annja has only her instincts to guide her in a forest full of predators, scavengers and spirits. And someone, or something, does not want her there ..."--Amazon.com.

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said. Annja shook her head. "You may not care but the fact that they do have them could make your life a thing of the past. Is that what you want?" "They killed my friend," Joey said. "I know they did. And believe me, I want them to pay for that just as badly as you do. But chasing after them by yourself isn't the smartest thing to do right now." "Why? Because I'm a kid? You think I don't know how to handle myself?" "I think anyone would have a hard time handling themselves against three men

girls who looked quite frightened. But where was Jenny? Annja watched as the three armed men huddled together and spoke for a few seconds. They parted and the one who seemed to be in charge, a guy of maybe forty with thick pork-chop sideburns and a long scar down one side of his face, nodded at her. "You." "What?" she asked. "Stand up." Annja tensed. Were they going to shoot her now? She closed her eyes and pictured the powerful sword she'd inherited from Joan of Arc. The weapon was ready for her

fast." Annja smiled and looked around. "We're not still on the road?" "Partially. We're also on the dirt." Annja frowned. "Where's he setting up the jack?" "On the asphalt," David called out. "Don't worry. It wouldn't do you much good if I set it up on the dirt and gravel, would it?" Annja smiled. "Guess not." "Here we go." Annja closed her eyes and let the gray mist envelop her. She calmed herself down and relaxed her breathing even as she heard David start cranking the jack. She wondered if

than a mysterious sword. She wondered where Roux and Garin might be at this moment. They were the only two people in the world who understood what Annja's life had become since she gained possession of the sword. They had as much at stake with the sword as she did since they'd been searching for it and piecing it together for five hundred years. Garin had a way of showing up in strange places that happened to coincide with Annja being there. Part of her wondered if the sword enabled both men to

and she could see at last. Tom's body lay in a crumpled heap about fifteen feet away, a pool of blood staining the ground beneath him. Annja's sword jutted out of the tree trunk nearby. "I missed," she said, confused. "I didn't," a voice said from behind her. She turned and saw Jenny standing there with David's gun in her hands. Annja smiled weakly. "Great timing." Jenny nodded. "Well, life has always been about timing, hasn't it? You just have to know when to do the things you need to do." Annja

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