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ADAMS' STONE
Kevin R. Paglia
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Anthony Fins plunged the shovel into the loose desert sand, looked up, and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. His leathery skin was already slick with the highest SPF sun block he could find to fight of the effects of a sun that had given him permanent freckles across his nose and shoulders. The sun reminded him of his home deep in the Mojave Desert, but this was far from home. In fact, Kuwait was as far away from home as he had ever been.

He wiped his forehead again and lifted his canteen. The water was warm from the sun, but it did provide some refreshment. He looked around for anyone else who may have been thirsty, then replaced the cap on his canteen before returning to work. The shovel he used was new, but a nervous fear of splinters made Anthony pull his gloves on tighter before gripping the handle. The insides of his gloves were soaked with sweat.

He pulled back and drove the head deep into the sand. The dig was wrapping up, and Anthony’s team was nearly finished restoring the habitat after a brief archeological dig five miles from Kuwait City, along the same highway that the Iraqis used a decade earlier to storm the city. It was a modest project with only ten people, but that was the way it always was with Global Rock Industries. They preferred smaller teams comprised of the best people in the industry, people who knew how to do a job to reduce the impact to the environment. Kuwait was still recovering from both Gulf Wars, so this was an important financial project for the country. The government thought it was a fair exchange: a little archeological digging in a barren part of the desert in exchange for a completely funded war memorial close to the Capitol.

Anthony knew this dig was just a cover story, however. GRI was well known for helping countries when they needed it most.

The geologist said this was a possible site for a rumored city that disappeared over a thousand years ago. Anthony didn’t argue; he was just a landscaper who preferred green grass between his toes to brown sand blown in his eyes. His desire to escape the brown desert of home lead him to pursue projects around the world. The excavation team had found nothing and left a few days ago. Anthony and his team were commissioned to restore the natural habitat as much as possible. It was more of GRI’s global commitment, to make every effort to restore an area to its natural state.

He stopped, hearing a noise. Everyone looked around as the rumbling drew closer. Anthony had heard similar sounds before as military helicopters flew by very low to the ground, but this time the pitch was different.

He bent his legs as the earthquake hit. It didn’t last long, probably a five on the Richter Scale. Anthony had felt stronger ones in California, but it had been a while. The others didn’t look so steady, though.

“Be grateful we weren’t working on a skyscraper.” Anthony extended his hand to pull Lance out of the hole he was digging.

“At least the asphalt doesn’t fill in your freshly dug hole.” Lance dusted the sand off his jeans. His tan GRI ball cap had long been stained dark with sweat, but it covered Lance’s crew cut and protected his scalp from sunburn. His new, shorter hair was an attempt to hide his impending baldness, a “cruel prank of nature pulled on a man who takes fanatical care of his body,” as Anthony once heard him say. Anthony ran a hand through his own thick, wood-brown hair, conscious of the ivory patches that appeared in his twenties.

“Patty, get on the horn and call into base. Find out if there’s any damage,” Anthony called to the dig’s cooperate supervisor, then remembered he could have used the walkie-talkies they all wore on their belts. “We need a damage report, make sure every thing is still upright, people.”

“Hey, Captain, I think this shovel has some structural damage.” A man had his shovel buried past the blade in the sand.

“I’ve seen you shovel; it won’t hurt your performance, Tim.” Anthony had been bestow

BOOK REVIEWS
"Kevin Paglia spins an exciting fictional story guaranteed to make us stop, think, and wonder. What is the truth revealed by Adam's Stone? Did Adam and Eve exist? Was there really a Garden of Eden, and fruit God forbid man to eat? Is it possible for goodness and innocence to overcome the ultimate evil? You'll have to read the book to learn the answers." Laurel Johnson, Midwest Book Review


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"If you are looking for a suspenseful, exciting, fast moving plot, this is your book. If you want a well-developed romance, this is not the book for you. I will look forward to reading additional books from this author." Reviewed by Nancy Riggins-Hume for The Road to Romance


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ISBN: 159374014X
ISBN(13-digit): 9781593740146
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 330
Paper Weight (lb): 13.8



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