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AN ANCIENT CURSE. A SHOCKING MASSACRE.A THREAT TO UNLEASH THE ULTIMATE DISASTER.Could Ben Hope have found peace at last?That’s the question he’s asking himself after his wanderings through Europe have led him to a remote medieval monastery in the French Alps. A haven of serenity, a place he wants to remain.But wherever Ben goes, trouble is never too far behind.When a team of merciless killers invade his newfound sanctuary and slaughter the innocent monks, Ben’s revenge quest quickly draws him into a bewildering mystery of stolen treasure, deception and murder.What is the truth behind the cache of gold bullion apparently hidden for centuries under the monastery? What is the significance of an ancient curse dating back to a cruel heretic burning in medieval times? What are the real ambitions of the enigmatic leader of an organisation of doomsday ‘preppers’ calling themselves Exercitus Paratorum: the Army of the Prepared?As he works to unravel the clues, Ben is confronted with a terrifying reality that threatens to devastate the world and reshape the whole of our future. The race is on to prevent the ultimate disaster, and there’s only one man who can do it.BEN HOPE is one of the most celebrated action adventure heroes in British fiction and Scott Mariani is the author of numerous bestsellers. Join the ever-growing legion of readers who get breathless with anticipation when the countdown to the new Ben Hope thriller begins…

A classic Agatha Christie short story, available individually for the first time as an ebook.Sir Alington, a venerable expert of the mental condition is being pestered by the pretty, but fairly dotty Mrs. Eversleigh about the importance of the sixth sense. Soon the young man Dermot is drawn in and tells both of having something like a sixth sense, what he calls the red signal that spells danger. He is about to tell them about the last time he had the feeling, the red signal, when he stops himself, the last time he had the signal was not then, it was earlier that very evening. But how could there be danger at a simple gathering of old friends? Will the evening’s entertainment of a medium bring forth whatever impending danger that Dermot senses?