The Noah's Ark Quest [antikvár]

Prologue Three Years Ago Hasad Arvadi's legs wouldn't cooperate. He strained to pull himself to the wall so he could spend his final moments propped upright, but without the use of his legs, it was a hopeless task. The stone floor was too slick, and his arm strength was sapped. His head dropped to the floor. Breaths came in ragged gasps. He remained on his back, the life draining from him. He was going to die. Nothing would change that now. This inky black chamber, a room hidden from the world for millennia, would become his tomb. Fear over his own fate was long past. Instead, Arvadi wept in frustration. He had been so close to his life's goal - seeing Noah's Ark with his own eyes - but that opportunity had been snatched from him with three pulls of a trigger. The bullet in each knee made it impossible to move. The one in his belly ensured that he wouldn't last another five minutes. Although the wounds were excruciating, they weren't as painful as falling short of reaching the Ark when it was within his grasp. He couldn't bear the awful irony of the situation. He finally