Wild Ride Around The Globe
Chapter 1 – Remote Village in Peru
Kokush
inhaled the smoke from his pipe and forced the intoxicating tobacco deep into
his lungs. Still, no clear visions penetrated the fog, only a feeling of dread
he could not explain or expel from his mind.
The
Asháninka men, bodies painted and seated on woven mats around their revered
shaman, passed a hollowed-out gourd filled with thick, bitter liquid. Each man
sipped the hallucinogenic drug made from a native vine and handed the bowl to
the next, until the syrup was gone.
A
low beat from the two-headed monkey-skin drum grew louder as a melancholy
mantra emanated from the group, drowning out the deafening hum of the nighttime
insects. The men rose and continued to chant and sing as they began the
ancestral dance used to encourage the spirits and wise supernatural beings to
communicate with Kokush. The women joined in, the ground vibrating in response
to the rhythmic stomping of their feet, while the children watched from under
the raised-floor houses encircling the communal area.
Flames
blazed in the center of the ceremonial grounds, casting an unnatural glow over
the dancers and eerie shadows skittered through the trees. A sweet smoke from
the wood and herbs burning on the fire filled their nostrils, coaxing the
participants into a trance-like state of mind. Moving with a graceful ease made
possible by the intoxicating effect of the vine and tobacco, they waited for
their ancestors to speak.
As
the shaman often did, Kokush slipped silently from the circle, giving his
people the illusion he had vanished and joined the spirit world. He had been
taught the art of disappearing by his grandfather, which wasn’t difficult once
his audience succumbed to the drugs and got caught up in the ceremonial fervor,
and the thick smoke created a hazy curtain to conceal his movements.
He
usually used the tactic to reinforce to the villagers that he possessed special
powers and was worthy of being their spiritual leader. Tonight, he needed time
to organize his thoughts and try to decide what to do. He didn’t want to
frighten his people, but he was certain something evil would
soon descend upon them. Unsure of what or when, how could he warn them? His gut
told him they should flee, but he didn’t know how soon or how far they needed
to run.
Blurb:
When
the massacre of an unarmed South American village, destruction of one of the
greatest manmade wonders of the world, and multiple museum thefts occur, an
international team is assembled to locate a deadly group of terrorists. The team
led by the ruggedly handsome, but emotionally scarred CIA agent, Cash Luker,
scours the globe in an attempt to keep ahead of those striving to bring
thirteen mythical relics together. As Cash’s team closes in on those
responsible for the devastation he must conquer past demons in order to save
the woman who has captured his heart and prevent destruction of legendary
proportions.
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