The Tudor Plot: A Cotton Malone Novella

The Tudor Plot: A Cotton Malone Novella

Steve Berry

Language: English

Pages: 134

ISBN: B00C4BA3V4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Tudor Plot: A Cotton Malone Novella

Steve Berry

Language: English

Pages: 134

ISBN: B00C4BA3V4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


In this original eBook novella by the New York Times bestselling author of The King’s Deception, globetrotting intelligence agent Cotton Malone is lured into dangerous intrigue surrounding the world’s most famous royals—and uncovers a murderous conspiracy of terrorists and traitors, all born from an ancient tale of Saxon history.
 
“In Malone, [Steve] Berry has created a classic, complex hero.”—USA Today
 
In England to participate in the trial of suspected international terrorists, Justice Department agent Cotton Malone is mysteriously summoned to an audience with the Queen of England. A cryptic call has warned of looming danger to the ailing queen’s son and grandson—the next two heirs in line for the throne. And when the source of that ominous information, a notorious tabloid publisher, dies mysteriously, the royal family has reason to fear a genuine conspiracy. But they also suspect that the enemy lies within—and no one at Buckingham Palace, or even the nation’s own Secret Intelligence Service, can be trusted. Now it’s up to Malone to discover the truth. Matching wits with a power-mad politician and a vicious royal blue blood, he must race against time through the streets of London to the forbidden reaches of Iceland, all to stop a monstrous plot to seize the monarchy—one that stretches back to the time of Arthur.
 
Praise for Steve Berry and his Cotton Malone series
 
“Malone, a hero with a personal stake in the proceedings, is a welcome respite from the cold, calculating superspies who litter the genre.”—Entertainment Weekly
 
“Steve Berry gets better and better with each new book.”—The Huffington Post
 
“Savvy readers . . . cannot go wrong with Cotton Malone.”—Library Journal
 
“Berry raises this genre’s stakes.”—The New York Times
 
“I love this guy.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child

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discreet?” “I do not invite the press to know my business. But I also don’t intend to lurk about.” The declaration carried a firm resolution. “Then you’ll continue to sail close to the wind, and you mustn’t grumble when the boom slaps you into the water.” Richard stepped away from Eleanor, toward the windows, walking with the same perfect posture all royals were taught. His jacket was buttoned, his hands intertwined behind his back. He thrust his chest forward and shook his head as he paced.

Calling here? Not good. “What happened?” “The missile was fired but missed the target. I was across the Thames, watching. A man tossed a purse into the river just moments before the missile arrived. It overflew the Tower and slammed into the water. The explosion occurred beneath the surface. Quite spectacular, actually. A towering plume of water that fell harmlessly back to the surface, doing no harm.” How could that be? Everything had been set up according to plan. “Please deposit the

contempt. He wanted to know, “What others?” “The men up in the mountains.” She pointed to the west toward snowcapped peaks. “They said they were rock hounds. Looking for jasper and obsidian.” “How long have they been there?” he asked. “About a month. They come down every few days for supplies.” He was now interested. “What made you think they were lying?” “Too anxious. The hikers and scholars take their time. These men were in a hurry.” She paused. “They stay in a hurry.” He was beginning

sound. The gun’s grip came into view. Malone bypassed the town house’s front entrance. William had explained the building’s geography, so he knew Yourstone’s study was located on the ground floor, facing west. He rounded the corner and headed for the rear. A swish of leaves from the treetops, thanks to a stiff breeze, produced the only sound disturbing the chilly night. Not much car traffic here. He climbed a wrought-iron fence and threaded a path through a back garden, weaving among ranks

died before any more could be learned. The car transporting him to London was found wrecked, all of the occupants, including two local policemen, dead. You won’t see a press story on it. The Brits squelched it. They want to see if more C-83 turns up. That’s a powerful explosive. And, by the way, one of the arms dealers who routinely handles it is Peter Lyon. You think this has something to do with the trial? That thought crossed my mind. Lyon is not going to sit back and allow us to try his

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