Gal-Athiel, the second of the sacred Skulls of Light. Hidden in a labyrinth of underground passages. Watched over for eternity by a Native American warrior.

I’m in Arizona with a group of maverick archaeologists on a mission to find her. Only I’m not so sure she wants to be found…

I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I’m lost, irretrievably. A rattle sounds in my throat as I take my final breath. On the ground, just out of reach, a glassy blue skull stares at the new corpse with lifeless eyes.

Only this isn’t my death, it’s someone else’s. Someone on a continent 5000 miles away.