Tomb of Odin by P.W. Child

Author:P.W. Child
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-12-21T00:00:00+00:00

The train trip and the flight took just under two days to get Neville to Edinburgh, where he checked into a small three-star hotel for the next few days, while he would try to get in contact with Nina Gould. He had to find out where Special Agent Patrick Smith was to furnish him with much-needed information. Of course, Neville’s important information was not to help the agent with his analysis of the item, but to procure it from him at all costs.

“My goodness, the rain just never stops here, does it?” Neville complained to the waiter at the hotel’s restaurant.

“We are used to it, sir,” the waiter smiled. “May I get you something to drink?”

“Mineral water, please,” Neville requested as he perused the menu. The thunder was boisterous on the other side of the window where he was forced to sit, since the eatery was filled to capacity by the time he arrived there.

So sick of always being late for everything, he thought, looking about the place and feeling a seething discontent for the happy patrons around him, chatting away in comfort. In the afternoon after he arrived in the city he had bought himself a new cell phone to appease Amsel. Now he had to act quickly before he displeased the Vril Society high member again.

He had never met Amsel before, but he had heard that the man was something fierce to behold, that his image was much like his voice insinuated. Neville never thought he would be so desperate for money, but his mother, who lived in London with her sister and brother-in-law, was of waning health and he wanted her to live out her days in luxury. With the money the Aryan society paid him to keep their secrets buried in his country, he could easily afford to give her just that.

But it did scratch at his conscience that he, as an Indian, was betraying his race and that of all others, by enabling the evil Nazi legacy of ethnic subjugation and selective genetics to continue in this day and age. In some meager way Dr. Basu’s equal involvement made him feel better about it. Both of them were recruited by Beinta Dock as masks, non-Whites protecting the interests of the Vril Society for the guarantee of protection under the New Order. It always made Neville feel like a vampire’s familiar. There was not much difference between him and being a monster’s lackey for the promise of exemption when the rest of his breed would be laid to waste.

All that kept him loyal, apart from fear, was the financial gain he received from the clandestine order he protected. Had Nina Gould not returned to the site all would have been well. He was sent along to make sure Cammerbach and his team would never find out that the particular location, mentioned in Cammerbach’s ancient texts, was in fact a forbidden entrance to somewhere arcane draped in such antiquity no human mind could fathom—and had to remain sealed.

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