By Katherine John
This fast moving motion mystery is a multi-layered tale that spans 8 centuries, from medieval Germany and Prussia to give day Poland and united states based at the legend of the Amber Knight - a liked relic that encouraged generations till the Nazis stole it.
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Bottles were being upended into mouths and smashed against trees; crates wrenched apart and plundered. Straw packing littered the ground as gem-studded, gold and silver altar crosses were attacked with knives and bayonets. One man was dancing crazily, his arms and neck festooned with ropes of pearls and amber. Others lay in wait for the cases that were still being dragged from the bunker. ’ All that was left of two Russians were shreds of flesh and bloodstained clothing that decorated the lower branches of a conifer and the ground beneath it with gobs of glistening gore.
Some drew analogies between the demise of the empires of old and Hitler’s Third Reich in the Wolfschanze’s shattered ruins, but none imagined the riches that still lay buried beneath the forest floor. CHAPTER ONE Present Day – Casino Grand Hotel, Sopot. Baltic Sea resort near Gdansk Adam Salen flicked up the corners of the cards that lay face down on the blue baize in front of him. The nine of clubs and the seven of hearts – sixteen. He glanced at the dealer’s nineteen before flashing an insincere smile at the German businessman whose rolls of fat spilled over the stool next to his.
Turning it around, he sat leaning on its back. ’ The Russian pulled the cork from his bottle with his teeth, spat it out and drank deeply before passing it to Jan. He was enormous, his dark eyes shining from behind a fuzz of matted, black hair and beard, his massive bulk swathed in layers that bore no resemblance to any uniform. Jan handed the colonel the vodka bottle. He put it to his mouth, pursing his lips as a stream of burning liquid flowed down his throat. ’ the Russian mocked. An explosion boomed through the open doorway, pounding the air and breath from their bodies.