The Romanov Prophecy: A Novel by Steve Berry (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Romanov Prophecy by Steve Berry The cryptic question of what really happened to Russias royal family on July 16, 1918, is answered in this sensational bestseller that is predicated on Rasputins prophecy that the murder of the Romanovs was not the final chapter in their story. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Ekaterinburg, Russia: July 16, 1918. Ten months have passed since Nicholas IIs reign was cut short by revolutionaries. Tonight, the White Army advances on the town where the Tsar and his family are being held captive by the Bolsheviks. Nicholas dares to hope for salvation. Instead, the Romanovs are coldly and methodically executed.Moscow: Present Day. Atlanta lawyer Miles Lord, fluent in Russian and well versed in the countrys history, is thrilled to be in Moscow on the eve of such a momentous event. After the fall of Communism and a succession of weak governments, the Russian people have voted to bring back the monarchy. The new tsar will be chosen from the distant relatives of Nicholas II by a specially appointed commission, and Miles job is to perform a background check on the Tsarist candidate favored by a powerful group of Western businessmen. But research quickly becomes the least of Miles concerns when he is nearly killed by gunmen on a city plaza.Suddenly Miles is racing across continents, shadowed by nefarious henchmen. At first, his only question is why people are pursuing him. But after a strange conversation with a mysterious Russian, who steers Miles toward the writings of Rasputin, he becomes desperate to know more–most important, what really happened to the family of Russias last tsar?His only companion is Akilina Petrov, a Russian circus performer sympathetic to his struggle, and his only guide is a cryptic message from Rasputin that implies that the bloody night of so long ago is not the last chapter in the Romanovs story . . . and that someone might even have survived the massacre. The prophecys implications are earth-shattering–not only for the future of the tsar and mother Russia, but also for Miles himself.Steve Berry, national bestselling author of the phenomenal thriller The Amber Room, once again delves into rich historical fact to produce an explosive page-turner. In The Romanov Prophecy, the authentic and the speculative meld into a fascinating and exceptionally suspenseful work of fiction. Author Biography Steve Berry is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of The Lincoln Myth, The Kings Deception, The Columbus Affair, The Jefferson Key, The Emperors Tomb, The Paris Vendetta, The Charlemagne Pursuit, The Venetian Betrayal, The Alexandria Link, The Templar Legacy, The Third Secret, The Romanov Prophecy, and The Amber Room. His books have been translated into 40 languages with more than 18,000,000 copies in 51 countries. History lies at the heart of every Steve Berry novel. Its this passion, one he shares with his wife, Elizabeth, that led them to create History Matters, a foundation dedicated to historic preservation. Since 2009 Steve and Elizabeth have traveled across the country to save endangered historic treasures, raising money via lectures, receptions, galas, luncheons, dinners, and their popular writers workshops. To date, nearly 2,500 students have attended those workshops. In 2012 their work was recognized by the American Library Association, which named Steve the first spokesman for National Preservation Week. He was also appointed by the Smithsonian Board of Regents to serve on the Smithsonian Libraries Advisory Board to help promote and support the libraries in their mission to provide information in all forms to scientists, curators, scholars, students, and the public at large. He has received the Royden B. Davis Distinguished Author Award and the 2013 Writers for Writers Award from Poets & Writers. His novel The Columbus Affair earned him the Anne Frank Human Writes Award, and his historic preservation work merited the 2013 Silver Bullet from International Thriller Writers. Steve Berry was born and raised in Georgia, graduating from the Walter F. George School of Law at Mercer University. He was a trial lawyer for 30 years and held elective office for 14 of those years. He is a founding member of International Thriller Writers—a group of more than 2,600 thriller writers from around the world—and served three years as its co-president. For more information, Review Praise for Steve BerryThe Romanov Prophecy"READERS WHO ENJOY THE BOOKS OF DAN BROWN AND DANIEL SILVA WILL ENJOY THE ROMANOV PROPHECY, TOO. This is a wild roller-coaster ride, with explosive action and compelling suspense, delving into one of the great mysteries of our time."–SHARON KAY PENMAN, author of Time and ChanceThe Amber Room"SEXY, ILLUMINATING, AND CONFIDENT . . . a globe-trotting treasure hunt packed with exotic locales, sumptuous art, and ruthless villains.Steve Berry writes with the self-assured style of a veteran."–DAN BROWN, author of The Da Vinci Code"COMPELLING . . . ADVENTURE-FILLED . . . a fast-moving, globe-hopping tale of long-lost treasure and shadowy bad guys."–San Francisco Chronicle"MAGNIFICENTLY ENGROSSING, with wonderful characters and a plot that speeds, twists, and turns. Pure intrigue, pure fun."–CLIVE CUSSLER Long Description Ekaterinburg, Russia: July 16, 1918. Ten months have passed since Nicholas IIs reign was cut short by revolutionaries. Tonight, the White Army advances on the town where the Tsar and his family are being held captive by the Bolsheviks. Nicholas dares to hope for salvation. Instead, the Romanovs are coldly and methodically executed. Moscow: Present Day. Atlanta lawyer Miles Lord, fluent in Russian and well versed in the countrys history, is thrilled to be in Moscow on the eve of such a momentous event. After the fall of Communism and a succession of weak governments, the Russian people have voted to bring back the monarchy. The new tsar will be chosen from the distant relatives of Nicholas II by a specially appointed commission, and Miles job is to perform a background check on the Tsarist candidate favored by a powerful group of Western businessmen. But research quickly becomes the least of Miles concerns when he is nearly killed by gunmen on a city plaza. Suddenly Miles is racing across continents, shadowed by nefarious henchmen. At first, his only question is why people are pursuing him. But after a strange conversation with a mysterious Russian, who steers Miles toward the writings of Rasputin, he becomes desperate to know more-most important, "what really happened to the family of Russias last tsar?" His only companion is Akilina Petrov, a Russian circus performer sympathetic to his struggle, and his only guide is a cryptic message from Rasputin that implies that the bloody night of so long ago is not the last chapter in the Romanovs story . . . and that someone might even have survived the massacre. The prophecys implications are earth-shattering-not only for thefuture of the tsar and mother Russia, but also for Miles himself. Steve Berry, national bestselling author of the phenomenal thriller "The Amber Room," once again delves into rich historical fact to produce an explosive page-turner. In "The Romanov Prophecy," the authentic and the speculative meld into a fascinating and exceptionally suspenseful work of fiction. "From the Hardcover edition." Review Quote Praise for Steve Berry The Romanov Prophecy "READERS WHO ENJOY THE BOOKS OF DAN BROWN AND DANIEL SILVA WILL ENJOYTHE ROMANOV PROPHECY, TOO. This is a wild roller-coaster ride, with explosive action and compelling suspense, delving into one of the great mysteries of our time." SHARON KAY PENMAN, author ofTime and Chance The Amber Room "SEXY, ILLUMINATING, AND CONFIDENT . . . a globe-trotting treasure hunt packed with exotic locales, sumptuous art, and ruthless villains. Steve Berry writes with the self-assured style of a veteran." DAN BROWN, author ofThe Da Vinci Code "COMPELLING . . . ADVENTURE-FILLED . . . a fast-moving, globe-hopping tale of long-lost treasure and shadowy bad guys." San Francisco Chronicle "MAGNIFICENTLY ENGROSSING, with wonderful characters and a plot that speeds, twists, and turns. Pure intrigue, pure fun." CLIVE CUSSLER From the Hardcover edition. Excerpt from Book ONE moscow, the present tuesday, october 12 1:24 pm In fifteen seconds Miles Lords life changed forever. He first saw the sedan. A dark blue Volvo station wagon, the tint so deep that it appeared black in the bright midday sun. He next noticed the front tires cutting right, weaving a path around traffic on busy Nikolskaya Prospekt. Then the rear window, reflective as a mirror, descended, and a distorted reflection of the surrounding buildings was replaced by a dark rectangle pierced by the barrel of a gun. Bullets exploded from the gun. He dived flat. Screams arose around him as he slammed onto the oily pavement. The sidewalk was packed with afternoon shoppers, tourists, and workers, all now lunging for cover as lead raked a trail across the weathered stone of Stalinist-era buildings. He rolled over and looked up at Artemy Bely, his lunch companion. Hed met the Russian two days back and taken him to be an amicable young lawyer with the Justice Ministry. Lawyer to lawyer theyd eaten dinner last night and breakfast this morning, talking of the new Russia and the great changes coming, both marveling at being part of history. His mouth opened to shout a warning, but before he could utter a sound Belys chest erupted and blood and sinew splattered on the plate-glass window beyond. The automatic fire came with a constant rat-tat-tat that reminded him of old gangster movies. The plate glass gave way and jagged shards crashed to the sidewalk. Belys body crumpled on top of him. A coppery stench rose from the gaping wounds. He shoved the lifeless Russian off, worried about the red tide soaking into his suit and dripping from his hands. He hardly knew Bely. Was he HIV-positive? The Volvo screeched to a stop. He looked to his left. Car doors popped open and two men sprang out, both armed with automatic weapons. They wore the blue-and-gray uniforms with red lapels of the militsya--the police. Neither, though, sported the regulation gray caps with red brim. The man from the front seat had the sloped forehead, bushy hair, and bulbous nose of a Cro-Magnon. The man who slid from the rear was stocky with a pockmarked face and dark, slicked-back hair. The mans right eye caught Lords attention. The space between the pupil and eyebrow was wide, creating a noticeable droop--as if one eye was closed, the other open--and provided the only indication of emotion on an otherwise expressionless face. Droopy said to Cro-Magnon in Russian, "The damn chornye survived." Did he hear right? Chornye. The Russian equivalent for nigger. His was the only black face hed seen since arriving in Moscow eight weeks ago, so he knew he had a problem. He recalled something from a Russian travel book hed read a few months back. Anyone dark-skinned can expect to arouse a certain amount of curiosity. What an understatement. Cro-Magnon acknowledged the comment with a nod. The two men stood thirty yards away, and Lord wasnt about to wait around to find out what they wanted. He sprang to his feet and raced in the opposite direction. With a quick glance over his shoulder he saw the two calmly crouch and ready themselves to shoot. An intersection loomed ahead, and he leaped the remaining distance just as gunfire blasted from behind. Bullets strafed the stone, puffing cloud bursts into the chilly air. More people dived for cover. He sprang from the sidewalk and faced a tolkuchki--street market--lining the curb as far as he could see. "Gunmen. Run," he screamed in Russian. A bobushka peddling dolls understood instantly and shuffled to a nearby doorway, jerking tight a scarf around her weathered face. Half a dozen children hawking newspapers and Pepsis darted into a grocery. Vendors abandoned their kiosks and scattered like roaches. The appearance of the mafiya was not uncommon. He knew that a hundred or more gangs operated throughout Moscow. People being shot, knifed, or blown up had become as common as traffic jams, simply the risk of doing business on the streets. He bolted ahead into the crowded prospekt, traffic merely inching along and starting to congeal in the mayhem. A horn blared and a braking taxi stopped just short of him. His bloodied hands came down hard on the hood. The driver continued to lean on the horn. He looked back and saw the two men with guns round the corner. The crowd parted, which provided a clear shot. He dived behind the taxi as bullets obliterated the drivers side. The horn stopped blaring. He raised himself up and stared into the drivers bloodied face, smushed against the passengers-side window, one eye cocked open, the pane stained crimson. The men were now fifty yards away, on the other side of the congested prospekt. He studied the storefronts on both sides of the street and registered a mens fashion salon, childrens clothing boutique, and several antiques galleries. He searched for someplace in which to disappear and chose McDonalds. For some reason the golden arches harked of safety. He raced down the sidewalk and shoved open its glass doors. Several hundred people packed the chest-high tables and booths. More stood in line. He recalled that this was at one point the busiest restaurant in the world. He was gulping air fast and a scent of grilled burgers, fries, and cigarettes accompanied each breath. His hands and clothes were still bloody. Several women started to scream that hed been shot. A panic overtook the young crowds and there was a mad push for the doors. He shouldered forward, deeper into the throng, and quickly realized this was a mistake. He pushed through the dining room toward stairs that led down to bathrooms. He slipped out of the panicked mob and skipped down the stairs three at a time, his bloodied right hand gliding across a slick iron rail. "Back. Away. Back," deep voices ordered in Russian from above. Gunfire erupted. More screams and rushed footsteps. He found the bottom of the stairs and faced three closed doors. One led to the ladies room, the other to the mens. He opened the third. A large storage room spanned before him, its walls shiny white tile like the rest of the restaurant. In one corner three people huddled around a table smoking. He noticed their T-shirts--Lenins face superimposed over McDonalds golden arches. Their gazes met his. "Gunmen. Hide," he said in Russian. Without a word, all three bolted from the table and shot toward the far end of the brightly lit room. The lead man flung open a door, and they disappeared outside. Lord stopped only an instant to slam shut the door from which hed entered and lock it from the inside, then he followed. He dashed out into the chilly afternoon and stood in an alley behind the multistory building that accommodated the restaurant. He half expected Gypsies or bemedaled war veterans to be in residence. Every nook and cranny of Moscow seemed to provide shelter to one or another dispossessed social group. Dingy buildings surrounded him, the coarsely hewn stone blackened and scarred from decades of unregulated auto emissions. Hed often wondered what those same fumes did to lungs. He tried to get his bearings. He was about a hundred yards north of Red Square. Where was the nearest Metro station? That could be his best means of escape. There were always policemen in the stations. But policemen were chasing him. Or were they? Hed read how the mafiya many times donned police uniforms. Most times the streets were littered with police--too damn many--all sporting nightsticks and automatic weapons. Yet today hed seen not one. A thud came from inside the building. His head whipped around. The door at the far end of the storage room leading from the bathrooms was being forced. He started running in the direction of the main street, just as gunfire echoed from inside. He found the sidewalk and turned right, running as fast as his suit would allow. He reached up, unbuttoned his collar, and yanked down his tie. Now at least he could breathe. It would only be a few moments before his pursuers rounded the corner from behind. He quickly swerved right and vaulted a waist-high, chain-link fence encircling one of the innumerable parking lots dotting Moscows inner ring. He slowed to a trot and let his eyes shoot left and right. The lot was full of Ladas, Chaikas, and Volgas. Some Fords. A few German sedans. Most filthy with soot and dented from abuse. He looked back. The two men had cleared the corner a hundred yards back and were now racing in his direction. He rushed forward down the center of the grassy lot. Bullets ricocheted off the cars to his right. He dived behind a dark Mitsubishi and peered around its rear bumper. The two men were positioned on the other side of the fence, Cro-Magnon standing, his gun aimed forward, Droopy still trotting toward the fence. A car engine revved. Smoke poured from the exhaust. Brake lights lit. It was a cream-colored Lada that had been parked to the opposite side of the center lane. The car quickly backed out of its space. He saw fear on the drivers face. Hed most likely heard the bullets and decided to leave fast. Droopy jumped the fence. Lord rushed from his hiding place and vaulted onto the Ladas hood, his hands clasping the windshield wipers. Thank heaven the damn thing had wipers. He knew most drivers kept them locked in the glove compartment to thwart thieves. The Ladas driver Details ISBN0345504399 Author Steve Berry Short Title ROMANOV PROPHECY Language English ISBN-10 0345504399 ISBN-13 9780345504395 Media Book DEWEY FIC Illustrations Yes Year 2007 Residence Camden County, GA, US Birth 1955 DOI 10.1604/9780345504395 Subtitle A Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2007-11-27 NZ Release Date 2007-11-27 US Release Date 2007-11-27 UK Release Date 2007-11-27 Pages 448 Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 2007-11-27 Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:168412319;

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