Kathlyn Trent, Marcus Burton 01 - Valley of the Shadow Read Online Free
Author: Kathryn Le Veque
Tags: adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Paranormal, Mystery, romantic suspense
plan."
"Which is?"
"The tomb of Alexander the Great."
McGrath was surprised. "Not exactly Biblical Archaeology."
Kathlyn shook her head. "No, it's not, but as you know I don't necessarily stick to the field on my degree. Alexander is someone who has always fascinated me. I did a research paper on him."
"And?"
She smiled. "And, I still have more work to do, but it's very promising."
McGrath laughed with her, sensing it was one subject she wasn't ready to talk freely on. "So what about those photos of Noah's Ark you took?” he wanted to know. “Do you really believe you've found the ark?"
Kathlyn was quiet a moment, a faint smile on her lips. "I believe we found something," she said, glancing at Juliana and Mark. "There's something big and frozen in that gorge that looks suspiciously like a ship. It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen."
"Always going where angels fear to tread, aren't you?"
"Always."
Marcus suddenly rose from his seat. Without a word, he ducked out of the tent with Lynn and Dennis close behind. There was no way to graciously ignore his behavior, or know that he wasn't extremely displeased with what was going on. McGrath tried to apologize, but Kathlyn stopped him.
"I need to talk to him," she said quietly, all of the fun and bravado of storytelling out of her tone. "His problem is with me then I'm the only one who can solve it. We'd better do it here and now before the situation progresses any further."
McGrath nodded in agreement. "He's really not a bad guy, Dr. Trent,” he told her. “He's just very protective about his work and he's very logical about things. What you do, he just doesn't understand."
She smiled. "I know,” she said softly. “Most people don't. But I'm proud of the fact that I've made archaeology interesting to people who would otherwise care less. We're in a television age and my way of doing things is a way of making everybody aware of our biblical, and non-biblical, history. Millions of viewers prove me right."
"With cable programs."
"Exactly,” she nodded vehemently. “The comment you made about my going where angels fear to tread is true. Do you think the average person wants to see a documentary on potsherds of the ancient Etruscans? Of course not. But you make advancement in the area of Noah's Ark, or the Holy Grail, or the tomb of Ramses VIII, and everybody suddenly becomes interested and more informed. Maybe they'll want to learn about the little things, too. It's my intention to get them as excited about history and archaeology as I am."
McGrath’s smile returned. "And using today's media makes sense. You're furthering education for those who wouldn't normally have access or interest in those things."
Kathlyn sensed that McGrath understood where she was coming from. He was a member of a very small group.
"Some people think I'm in it just for the celebrity status, but that's a crock,” she assured him. “It's not what it is cracked up to be and it has worked against me in the eyes of my colleagues. The bottom line is that I'm here to report about Mankind's recorded past in a media age." She winked at him. "If you can't bring the people to the museum, then bring the museum to the people."
"You do a good job of it."
"I try to."
Quietly, she left the tent in search of Burton. McGrath hoped she could reason with him.
CHAPTER TWO
The Egyptian evening was something out of an Arabian Nights novel. The warm, balmy breeze was like the most gentle of caresses and the stars above were a cascade of diamonds against a velvet backdrop. Somewhere, the smell of sewage leaked into the air, spoiling the paradise-like atmosphere.
Kathlyn wandered from the mess tent across the encampment, listening to the sounds of the workers as they settled in for the night. Her gaze lingered on the sky; it was beautiful and peaceful, and she was glad that she had come in spite of her cool reception from Burton. Now she tried to work up her nerve to confront
"Which is?"
"The tomb of Alexander the Great."
McGrath was surprised. "Not exactly Biblical Archaeology."
Kathlyn shook her head. "No, it's not, but as you know I don't necessarily stick to the field on my degree. Alexander is someone who has always fascinated me. I did a research paper on him."
"And?"
She smiled. "And, I still have more work to do, but it's very promising."
McGrath laughed with her, sensing it was one subject she wasn't ready to talk freely on. "So what about those photos of Noah's Ark you took?” he wanted to know. “Do you really believe you've found the ark?"
Kathlyn was quiet a moment, a faint smile on her lips. "I believe we found something," she said, glancing at Juliana and Mark. "There's something big and frozen in that gorge that looks suspiciously like a ship. It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen."
"Always going where angels fear to tread, aren't you?"
"Always."
Marcus suddenly rose from his seat. Without a word, he ducked out of the tent with Lynn and Dennis close behind. There was no way to graciously ignore his behavior, or know that he wasn't extremely displeased with what was going on. McGrath tried to apologize, but Kathlyn stopped him.
"I need to talk to him," she said quietly, all of the fun and bravado of storytelling out of her tone. "His problem is with me then I'm the only one who can solve it. We'd better do it here and now before the situation progresses any further."
McGrath nodded in agreement. "He's really not a bad guy, Dr. Trent,” he told her. “He's just very protective about his work and he's very logical about things. What you do, he just doesn't understand."
She smiled. "I know,” she said softly. “Most people don't. But I'm proud of the fact that I've made archaeology interesting to people who would otherwise care less. We're in a television age and my way of doing things is a way of making everybody aware of our biblical, and non-biblical, history. Millions of viewers prove me right."
"With cable programs."
"Exactly,” she nodded vehemently. “The comment you made about my going where angels fear to tread is true. Do you think the average person wants to see a documentary on potsherds of the ancient Etruscans? Of course not. But you make advancement in the area of Noah's Ark, or the Holy Grail, or the tomb of Ramses VIII, and everybody suddenly becomes interested and more informed. Maybe they'll want to learn about the little things, too. It's my intention to get them as excited about history and archaeology as I am."
McGrath’s smile returned. "And using today's media makes sense. You're furthering education for those who wouldn't normally have access or interest in those things."
Kathlyn sensed that McGrath understood where she was coming from. He was a member of a very small group.
"Some people think I'm in it just for the celebrity status, but that's a crock,” she assured him. “It's not what it is cracked up to be and it has worked against me in the eyes of my colleagues. The bottom line is that I'm here to report about Mankind's recorded past in a media age." She winked at him. "If you can't bring the people to the museum, then bring the museum to the people."
"You do a good job of it."
"I try to."
Quietly, she left the tent in search of Burton. McGrath hoped she could reason with him.
CHAPTER TWO
The Egyptian evening was something out of an Arabian Nights novel. The warm, balmy breeze was like the most gentle of caresses and the stars above were a cascade of diamonds against a velvet backdrop. Somewhere, the smell of sewage leaked into the air, spoiling the paradise-like atmosphere.
Kathlyn wandered from the mess tent across the encampment, listening to the sounds of the workers as they settled in for the night. Her gaze lingered on the sky; it was beautiful and peaceful, and she was glad that she had come in spite of her cool reception from Burton. Now she tried to work up her nerve to confront
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