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By James Rollins, Rebecca Cantrell

From New York Times bestselling authors James Rollins and Rebecca Cantrell comes a dismal tale of homicide, secret, and a brotherhood steeped in a bloody past.

As a tender reporter, Arthur Crane uncovered the secrets and techniques in the back of the Orchid Killer, a cult assassin from the past due '60s whose crimes blackened the tip of the summer time of affection. part a century later, Arthur wakes to discover an orchid resting on his pillow, an emblem of loss of life from a killer attached to his estranged more youthful brother, Christian. to find the scary fact, Arthur will probability all--even his very soul--for Christian is probably not the brother that Arthur remembers...

integrated with this exciting tale is a sneak peek at Innocent Blood, the second one ebook within the Order of the Sanguines Series.

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Arthur stated hoarsely. Chris­tian pressed tougher, tears welling. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. ” His brother stared down, in actual fact suffering to carry in money the evil within him, to carry directly to himself. Arthur observed his nostrils flare, most probably scenting the spilled blood. Chris­tian moaned with the necessity of it, yet Arthur heard an undertone of defiance. Arthur needed he may aid, to remove that soreness, that fight. He enable that hope exhibit in his face, that love of brother for brother. A tear rolled down Chris­tian’s cheek. “I can’t . . . now not you . . . ” With either hands, he picked up Arthur, crossed to a window, and threw his physique out into the daylight. As he flew amid a cascade of damaged glass, he stared again, seeing Chris­tian withdraw from the solar, again into shadows, perpetually misplaced. Then Arthur crashed to the road. nonetheless, darkness stumbled on him in that sun, swallowing him away. yet now not ahead of he observed an orchid land at the pavement close to his head, floating in a pool of his blood. The candy smell of it crammed his nostrils. He knew it might be the very last thing he ever smelled. His mom may were chuffed approximately that. AN UNKNOWN variety of days later, Arthur woke to discomfort. He lay in a bed—­a sanatorium mattress. It took him numerous breaths to determine that his legs have been suspended in entrance of him, encased in plaster. Turning his head took all his attempt. via his window, he observed susceptible afternoon sun. “I see that you’re awake,” acknowledged a well-recognized voice. Officer Miller was once seated on his different aspect. The police officer reached to a desk, retrieved a water glass with a straw, and provided it. Arthur allowed the fellow to slide the straw among his lips. He drank the lukewarm water till it used to be all long past. as soon as performed, Arthur leaned again. Even the fast drink had left him exhausted. nonetheless, he famous the purplish bruises ringing Miller’s eyes, courtesy of Arthur’s past sucker punch. Miller fingered a similar. “Sorry we didn’t take you extra heavily, Mr. Crane. ” “Me, too,” he croaked out. “I need to ask . . . did you know the guy who attacked you? ” Arthur closed his eyes. truthfully, he didn’t realize the creature who had attacked him, yet he did realize the fellow who had flung him into the daylight, clear of the monster attempting to claw again into keep watch over. in spite of everything, Arthur knew Chris­tian had kept his existence. may well he condemn him now? “Mr. Crane? ” Behind Arthur’s eyelids, he observed the face of Jackie Jake and the damaged physique of the fellow at the sidewalk. no matter if he may possibly forgive Chris­tian’s assault on himself, he couldn't allow that monster inside of him proceed to kill. Arthur opened his eyes and talked until eventually he drifted off to sleep. while he woke up, it used to be evening. He was once extraordinarily thirsty, and his legs nonetheless hung in entrance of him like a extraordinary sculpture. A quiet murmuring off to the left needs to be the nurses’ station. He reached for the bell to summon—­ He used to be in the street, searching through eyes that weren't his personal. A brick tower loomed sooner than him. A church. in the midst of the tower used to be a door. A spill of sunshine fell onto the darkish entrance steps.

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