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By Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz

Their final worry got here actual. after which issues received worse. Annja Creed jumps on the likelihood to affix a fellow archaeologist on a quest to discover a relic. yet she's no longer so delighted approximately northern Siberia, the place they're hoping to find whatever buried within the long-undisturbed soil of Russia's frozen terrain. after they succeed in the city of Jakutsk, Annja is eliminate via its grey panorama and hugely superstitious population. They declare they're being hunted. Then one of many villagers is going lacking. The locals blame the Khosadam, a ghost of a fallen goddess stated to ingest the souls of the departed. yet there are not any clean graves. She is now searching the residing. while Annja seeks to ruin the apparition, she discovers an excellent extra frightening fact -- and should have hit a lifeless finish.

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There has been a foul gash around the radiator grille that gave front finish a virtually comical toothy visual appeal. It regarded as though the truck might easily overtake her and devour her alive. Annja seemed forward and saved jamming her ft opposed to the pedals as challenging as she might. She huffed as her lungs labored like bellows. Her breath stained the air with steam and combined with the sweat pouring down her face. sooner than her, Bob used to be pedaling quickly, in addition. the line sloped at a critical attitude. the rise intended Annja must pedal even tougher and she or he didn’t be aware of if she had it in her. maintain pedaling, she informed herself. She may well see the crest of the hill. If she may possibly simply have the ability to make it— The truck horn blared at the back of her, jarring her. She glanced again and observed that it was once even nearer than prior to. It confirmed no indicators of easing again or slowing down. Whoever was once riding that rig used to be having loads of enjoyable at her fee. She couldn’t see throughout the windshield. For something, the whole panel of glass looked as if it would have a jagged line scored via it. She may possibly see the accumulation of trojan horse guts and grime had stained it lots that with the ability to ensure who was once using used to be an impossibility. Her legs felt like lead weights. She desired to vomit. preserve going! She pedaled tougher. She may possibly listen the gravel beneath her tires kicking clear of the wheels as she sped her manner up the hillside. Fifty yards to the head. The truck horn blared back. Annja grew to become and observed the bumper last in on her bicycle. there has been simply twenty ft or so setting apart them. He fairly skill to run me over, she suggestion. She felt herself becoming indignant. livid even. Who the hell would need to kill her like this? Why have been they so made up our minds? She hadn’t even been in Russia lengthy sufficient to irritate that many folks. Annja gave one final, huge attempt, her lungs straining to their means. She drove her heels into the pedals and the motorcycle shot ahead. alongside the facet of the hill, she may perhaps see the sheer drop-off, plunging countless numbers of toes to the floor some distance less than. The truck nudged her. Annja misplaced regulate. “Bob! ” She jerked the handlebars of the motorcycle to the fitting after which to the left. The truck nudged her back, and Annja headed instantly off the sting of the hill. She used to be falling. Annja had the briefest sensation of being weightless—suspended in midair—before gravity exerted its pull on her physique and jerked her backtrack towards the earth. She hit the facet of the hill and tumbled, rolled and somersaulted over jagged rocks, tree roots, upturned branches and wooded area particles. someplace she heard her bicycle doing a satisfactory imitation of her personal physique because it caromed down the hillside. Annja attempted to sit back herself as she bounced her manner down the slope. after which without notice, she got here to a cease. Blackness got here for her. “ANNJA! ” Her head pounded. “Not so loud. i feel she has a concussion. ” “Annja. ” the 1st voice was once softer now. Annja blinked, observed the brilliant mild of the grey sky and closed her eyes back, groaning as she did so. “Annja. are you able to listen me? ” Bob’s voice sounded as though he may well get away sobbing at any second.

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