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by N. S. Wikarski




  Table of Contents

  THE ARKANA MYSTERIES: BOXED SET #2

  INTO THE JAWS OF THE LION

  Chapter 1—Knot Good

  Chapter 2—Malled By a Tiger

  Chapter 3—Shop Talk

  Chapter 4—Rare Collectibles

  Chapter 5—Toasted Breadcrumbs

  Chapter 6—Good for What Ales You

  Chapter 7—Special Delivery

  Chapter 8—An Overview of India

  Chapter 9—Ferry Tales

  Chapter 10—Monkey Around

  Chapter 11—A Moving Site

  Chapter 12—Club Rules

  Chapter 13—Daddy Day Care

  Chapter 14—Urban Decay

  Chapter 15—The Pen Is Mightier Than the Truth

  Chapter 16—The Benefit of a Doubt

  Chapter 17—Hunt for Prey

  Chapter 18—Right of Passage

  Chapter 19—Final Dissent

  Chapter 20—Burning Questions

  Chapter 21—Say It with Flowers

  Chapter 22—Sexual Disorientation

  Chapter 23—Steak Out

  Chapter 24—Fireworks

  Chapter 25—Follow the Sun

  Chapter 26—Unstrung

  Chapter 27—Snow Fun

  Chapter 28—Timing Is Everything

  Chapter 29—Distress Call

  Chapter 30—Come Spy with Me

  Chapter 31—An Immodest Proposal

  Chapter 32—Three Little Words

  Chapter 33—Silent Night

  Chapter 34—False Gods

  Chapter 35—Baggage Transfer

  Chapter 36—Hannah Montana

  Chapter 37—Doubleheader

  Chapter 38—Brotherly Love

  Chapter 39—Simply Breathtaking

  Chapter 40—Triple Play

  Chapter 41—Native Son

  Chapter 42—Divinest Sense

  Chapter 43—Observations

  Chapter 44—Witch Doctor

  Chapter 45—Dead-End Street

  Chapter 46 —Azrael’s Apprentice

  Chapter 47—Shrine Circus

  Chapter 48—Murphy’s Codicil of Optical Occlusion

  Chapter 49—A Flawless Plan

  Chapter 50—Relatively True

  Chapter 51—Hitting Home

  Chapter 52—Tempests ‘n’ Teapots

  Chapter 53—A Hard River to Find

  Chapter 54—Regression Analysis

  SECRETS OF THE SERPENT’S HEART

  Chapter 1—How a Golden Age Turns Bronze

  Chapter 2—Legal Threshold

  Chapter 3—Formal Invitation

  Chapter 4—Go with the Flow

  Chapter 5—Feathered Fiend

  Chapter 6—Time and Tide...

  Chapter 7—Paper, Airplanes

  Chapter 8—Vanishing Point

  Chapter 9—Jaded Travelers

  Chapter 10—Incendiary Prose

  Chapter 11—Informed Observer

  Chapter 12—It’s Hip to Be Square

  Chapter 13—Dancing Around the Problem

  Chapter 14— A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Steppe

  Chapter 15—What Dreams May Come

  Chapter 16—The Wheel Facts

  Chapter 17—Flight to Suburbia

  Chapter 18—The Pits

  Chapter 19—Getting Warmer

  Chapter 20—Reason to Retrieve

  Chapter 21—What’s Around the Bend

  Chapter 22—Power Beauty Tips

  Chapter 23—Lame Excuses

  Chapter 24—High Way to Heaven

  Chapter 25—Upon Reflection

  Chapter 26—Antipodal Alliance

  Chapter 27—Psychic Friends Network

  Chapter 28—Abominable Writing

  Chapter 29—Location, Location, Location

  Chapter 30—Dead Zone

  Chapter 31—Crowning Moment

  Chapter 32—Termination Benefits

  Chapter 33—Keyless Entry

  Chapter 34—Photo Opportunity

  Chapter 35—Leroy and the Bandits

  Chapter 36—Scene Stealers

  Chapter 37—Nephilim Ninjas

  Chapter 38—Planned Aggression

  Chapter 39—Arrivals and Departures

  Chapter 40—An Enemy in Need

  Chapter 41—Silence Is Golden

  Chapter 42—Embracing Truth

  Chapter 43—Aftershock

  Chapter 44—Choosing Up Sides

  Chapter 45—Cage Fighters

  Chapter 46 —One Step Beyond

  Chapter 47—Bad News Bearer

  Chapter 48—Phantom Pains

  Chapter 49—Going Dark

  Chapter 50—Recyclables

  THE SAGE STONE PROPHECY

  Chapter 1—Past Perfect, Future Tense

  Chapter 2—Truce or Dare

  Chapter 3—Hear, Say

  Chapter 4—Don’t Ask, Don’t Call

  Chapter 5—Of Mies and Men (and One Woman)

  Chapter 6—Smoke and Mirrors

  Chapter 7—Top End Down Under

  Chapter 8—Dumb Plan

  Chapter 9—On the Rocks

  Chapter 10—Celestial Sex Trafficker

  Chapter 11—Special Effects

  Chapter 12—Island Time

  Chapter 13—Character Assassination

  Chapter 14—Survivor Immunity

  Chapter 15—Punch Drunk and Disorderly

  Chapter 16—Good Cop, Bad Cop, Cross Examiner

  Chapter 17—Who Ya Gonna Call?

  Chapter 18—River Dance

  Chapter 19—Let It Ride

  Chapter 20—Need to Know

  Chapter 21—Mother and Sun

  Chapter 22—Lend Me Your Ears

  Chapter 23—Psychic Physics 101

  Chapter 24—Sure as Shootin’

  Chapter 25—Making Tracks

  Chapter 26—Receiving Holy Orders

  Chapter 27—Ritual Slaughter

  Chapter 28—Fresh Targets

  Chapter 29—Cut It Out

  Chapter 30—Static Cling

  Chapter 31—Making a Love Connection

  Chapter 32—The Lady in the Lake

  Chapter 33—Water, Water, Everywhere

  Chapter 34—Queens of Denial and Other River Lore

  Chapter 35—Do Not Open Til Doomsday

  Chapter 36—The Polar Bear

  Chapter 37—Global Warning

  Chapter 38—Massif Obstacles

  Chapter 39—Artifact Retrieval on a Large Scale

  Chapter 40—The Devil Is in the Details

  Chapter 41—Nailed

  Chapter 42—Changing of the Guard

  Chapter 43—Forced Retirement

  Chapter 44—Prophet and Loss

  Chapter 45—Do You Believe in Magic?

  Chapter 46—Suicide Mission

  Chapter 47—Waffles for Lunch

  Chapter 48—Simply Revolting

  Chapter 49—Cabin in the Sky

  Chapter 50—A Verbis Ad Verbera

  Chapter 51—Lives in the Balance

  Chapter 52—Parting Shots

  Chapter 53—The Last Detail

  Chapter 54—Back to the Garden

  Chapter 55—Réveille

  GLOSSARY OF NAMES

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  INTO THE JAWS OF THE LION

  Into the Jaws of the Lion

  Book Five of Seven—Arkana Archaeology Adventure Series

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  Copyright © 2014 by N. S. Wikarski

  Second Revised Edition 2017

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Chapter 1—Knot Good

  In a Foreign Land – Long Past Midnight

  “Watch out!” The pythia’s warning came too late.

  Several dark figures swarmed from behind the boulders lining the trail, jumping Cassie and Griffin. Before the pair knew what was happening, they were body-slammed to the ground.

  Half a dozen voices were talking at once, demanding answers in a language Cassie didn’t understand. She blinked as half a dozen flashlights pointed their intrusive beams in her face.

  “What’s going on?” she asked dazedly. “Does anybody here speak English?”

  More voices joined the hostile chorus. Rough hands reached out to drag her toward some unknown destination. She stumbled up a rock-strewn path and was thrust inside a small tent. Griffin was propelled in after her. Two of their assailants followed and forced them to sit back-to-back against the central tent pole, tethering their hands to the stake with thick hemp rope.

  Without a word of explanation, their attackers left and shut the tent flap behind them. The voices outside continued to angrily debate some unknown topic.

  Cassie tried to twist around but couldn’t. “Griffin?” she called anxiously. “Are you alright?” She felt the reassuring pressure of his fingers looping through hers.

  “I’m fine, all things considered. And you?”

  “Other than a few bruises, I’m OK too,” she answered.

  The two of them sat back-to-back in silence for several moments, listening to the bellowing match outside.

  The scrivener shrugged philosophically. “On the whole, this night might have gone worse. Whoever they are, at least they didn’t kill us.”

  “The night’s not over yet,” Cassie remarked ominously.

  Chapter 2—Malled By a Tiger

  Chicago Suburbs – A Few Months Earlier

  Faye sank gratefully into a plastic chair at the Gurnee Mills Food Court. Her feet were killing her after so many hours of walking through the gigantic mall. It had been half a century since she’d experienced the annual ritual of back-to-school shopping. She’d never before had to provision a runaway teenager raised by a fundamentalist religious cult for her first year at a public high school. Hannah dropped a pile of shopping bags on the floor next to the table, all the while balancing a tray containing burgers, fries and soft drinks for both of them.

  She set the food down and served Faye’s portion before pulling out a chair for herself.

  The two of them unwrapped their sandwiches and fell to eating. A few bites later, Faye sighed with satisfaction. “Ahhh, that’s better. In my day, we didn’t have malls that were the size of a small city. A morning of shopping in a place like this can work up quite an appetite, don’t you think?”

  Hannah nodded mutely in agreement, her mouth full.

  “I believe we’ve gotten everything on your list,” the old woman ventured.

  Hannah drew a piece of notepaper out of her pants pocket and consulted it. “Yes, I think you’re right, Granny Faye.”

  She’d taken to calling the old woman by that affectionate title after confessing that Faye felt like kin to her. Hannah had declined the suggestion to use the title of “Gamma” since that was Zachary’s special name, so they’d settled on “Granny” or “Granny Faye” as being sufficiently familial.

  Faye checked her wrist watch. “Didn’t Zachary say he would meet us here at one-thirty?”

  Hannah’s face beamed. “He did, and there he is.”

  Faye’s great-great-something-or-other grandson made a beeline for their table the moment he spotted them. Trying not to show disdain for their carnivorous meal, the young vegan said, “I’ll get something from the potato bar. Be back in a few.”

  Faye and Hannah continued eating in a companionable silence until he returned.

  Yanking out a chair and plopping down unceremoniously, he asked, “What’s up?”

  Hannah looked briefly puzzled. “What’s up where?” Catching herself, she hastened to add, “Oh, that was slang, wasn’t it? If you meant to ask what we’ve been doing, we’ve gotten most of my school clothes and supplies.”

  “Yeah, I figured as much,” the boy replied, diving into his baked potato covered in tomato-vegetable sauce. “That’s why I wanted to skip the shopping trip this morning. The idea of hanging around stores while chicks try on clothes and ask my fashion opinion really creeps me out.”

  “Very chivalrous of you,” Faye chided gently.

  “Yeah, well...” he trailed off and changed the subject. “Did her school paperwork check out OK?”

  “Everything went smoothly,” Faye replied. “Our Hannah has been enrolled as a sophomore student at Emerson High School.”

  “What line did you give the principal?” Zach asked, stuffing an oversized chunk of potato into his mouth.

  “My people were able to create records showing that Hannah is an orphan. I’m her grandmother and legal guardian. Of course, her name isn’t Hannah. As far as the school is concerned, her name is Ashley Smith. I took your advice, Zachary, and combined the most popular girl’s name with the most common surname in America. Let the Nephilim find her if they can. There are three other Ashley Smiths at her school alone.”

  “I don’t know who these people of yours are,” Hannah piped up. “But they must be very clever.”

  Faye and Zach exchanged guilty glances. For Hannah’s own protection it was critical that she know as little about the Arkana as possible, much less Faye’s role as the secret organization’s leader.

  Zach leaped in with an explanation. “‘Her people.’ That’s just an expression we have out here in the world. You know, more slang.” He hastily returned to the main topic of conversation. “So, does the principal think she’s a transfer student from someplace else?”

  “No, dear.” Faye took a sip of cola. “The records show she’s been home-schooled until now though, thanks to your tutelage, she easily passed the school’s admission test.”

  “That’s good.” The boy sounded relieved but then scowled as a new thought crossed his mind. “Emerson, huh. My school plays the Emerson varsity teams—football, basketball. You gotta watch out for those guys.”

  Hannah’s eyes grew round with alarm. “Are they dangerous?”

  “You bet they are. They’re all on the make.”

  “What do they make?” the girl asked cautiously.

  “Girls, that’s what.” Zach pushed his tray to the side and leaned his elbows on the table.

  “Girls,” Hannah repeated dubiously. “You mean they manufacture girls like in that old movie we watched about the lady monster w
ith the streaky hair?”

  Zach stared at her in perplexity for a few seconds before understanding dawned. “No, I don’t mean like the Bride of Frankenstein. I mean Emerson guys are on the make. They’re out to get chicks.”

  “I really don’t think your explanation is helping, Zachary,” his ancestor observed dryly. “Let me try.” Turning toward the girl, she said, “My descendent is cautioning you against becoming too familiar with the young men at your new school since they may be overly amorous.”

  Hannah gasped. “Oh, my!”

  “However, I feel compelled to add that Zach is clearly overstating the problem. All boys at that age get carried away in the presence of pretty girls.”

  The girl blushed. “You think I’m pretty? I mean... uh... among the Nephilim I was considered pretty. Even though vanity is a sin, the diviner himself told me I was. But out here in the Fallen World, I didn’t think... That is...”

  Faye smiled quietly to herself. Hannah was indeed a looker, as the young people might say. She was now quite at ease wearing the fashions of the outside world but still seemed oblivious to the effect she had on the opposite sex.

  Zach snorted in disbelief. “Like you don’t know you’re a total shorty!”

  “Shorty?” Hannah repeated. “I always thought I was considered tall for a girl.”

  Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Zach said, “It’s a slang expression. It means you’re really good-looking.”

  Flustered, she stood up abruptly. “I have to... um... powder my nose.” She bolted for the ladies’ room.

  Zach’s eyes trailed her. “Gamma, she’s smarter than any teenager I know. Aced every quiz and test I gave her. But when it comes to slang, she’s strictly Special Ed. She takes everything people say literally. I don’t get why it’s so hard for her.”

  Faye followed the direction of his gaze. “It’s really quite simple. Slang comes from spontaneity and a playful use of language. It isn’t something that can be studied. The poor child has experienced precious little spontaneity or playfulness in her young life.”

  “I didn’t think about that.” Zach appeared embarrassed by the observation. “Being raised by religious Nazis would stifle any kid’s sense of fun.”

 

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