By Alex Archer
A frigid spring morning at a local American archaeological dig erupts into surprising and brutal violence, leaving 5 humans lifeless and one guy gravely wounded. And in a health center, with archaeologist Annja Creed at his part, the final survivor utters his ultimate phrases to call his killer—a skinwalker.
The skinwalker is feared one of the Navajo and Apache. it's witchcraft of a so much bad nature that enables a guy to take the form of a wolf—and kill. yet as Annja delves into the secret of the skinwalker, she unearths herself pulled into an underworld of violence and harsh radicals, threaded with legend…and sociopathic intent.
In this international, Annja is unwelcome. And during this global, she may be the creature's subsequent victim….
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She shivered. Such moments of identification as this, with a being who epitomized the very evil she lived to fight against, chilled her worse than the rapidly cooling prairie wind. She shook her head. A strand of her long chestnut hair had worked its way loose from her ponytail. The wind whipped it ticklingly across her face. The same wind teased her with little voices that hinted at meaning but never revealed it. The western sky was changing from blood to mauve. The sun was long gone. It was time to emulate it.
Even with the deadly advantages of surprise and shock, it had been a breathtakingly effective assault. Annja tried to envision what weapons the killer used. Did he carry knives, or wear Freddy Krueger-style knife gloves? Did he actually bite his victims? The highway patrol had declined to divulge to Annja any such particulars. She understood. She had no need to know, and those were the very kinds of things investigators always tried to hold back, on the theory that they could trap the killer, or authenticate any confession, on the basis that he knew details about the crime no one else had access to except detectives.
She realized with a start that he didn’t have a shirt on beneath his own denim vest, and that his considerable paunch was covered in an intricate blue tattoo. He showed her a happy grin. “Sorry,” he said with patent insincerity, trapping the handset between his shoulder and his ear. “I got to call my broker to see how much money I lost on stocks today. ” He punched a number and pretended to listen. All the while he smiled beatifically at Annja out of his wide, round face. She found it much scarier than the snake woman.