The Darwin Manuscript

| May 18, 2013

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The Darwin Manuscript

SUMMARY
An Ancient Manuscript spells Death for all who come into Contact…

Andrew Carlish inherits a manuscript written by his ancestor Charles Darwin, who never published it because of the dynamic and provocative content. Before 35-year old Andrew and his young brother Joey can publish the document, there is opposition from established religions worldwide.

Fanatical religious sects and holy leaders agree its publication would be disastrous for their creed and they aggressively attempt to procure the original document at any cost. Within a few days, they violently murder editors and friends who have read the Darwin Manuscript in attempts to stop its publication.

The Mujahidin get involved and mutilate and kill an innocent woman, while two rogue CIA agents murder more people in their quest for the Darwin Manuscript. They attempt to destroy all copies of the manuscript and kill everybody who has seen it!

Andrew served 5-years with the SAS Regiment and he needs all his skill and experience to combat the enemy as they close in on his cousin Bertie’s moated farmhouse in the Malvern Hills.

They come under vicious attack from numerous killers who are determined to find and destroy them and the original manuscript.

This powerful novel, from Brian Hunt author of the Bestseller ‘Michael’s Irish Magic’, moves furiously through the streets of London and the country lanes of England. It also includes action from The White House, The Vatican, The Presidential Palace in Tehran, CIA Headquarter, and Lambeth Palace in London.

EXCERPT
“Jack Reynolds is my name,” said Jack, happy in the knowledge that it would never leave the room. He spotted the papers in the priest’s hands and reached down and took them, “Ah, the famous Darwin Manuscript, have you been reading it to the ladies, father?”

“Well, I was just about to begin, if you wouldn’t mind,” said Father Mitchell reaching up for the documents.

“Well, will you look at that, a nice warm coal fire,” said Reynolds, “You don’t see those very often today, and I quite miss them.” He handed the sheaf of papers to O’Malley who quickly tore them into four and placed them carefully on the high flames of the burning coal.

The women gasped and the priest shouted, “Stop that.” It was too late, of course, because the papers were already burning. More importantly, none of them noticed Reynolds take out a large revolver and screw on a silencer.

Four silent shots whooshed across the sitting room, each one a direct hit to the head. Father Mitchell sat almost upright in his chair with a blood-ringed hole in the centre of his forehead; Margaret Morris and Marjorie Hall sat on the sofa with similar wounds and Marjorie had a look of surprise on her face as if she saw her killer. Jennifer Astbury suffered a shot through the back of her head, which now slumped over her chest.

The room was deathly quiet except for the slight noise of Reynolds unscrewing the silencer. “Check the bodies, O’Malley,” he said, turning away from the horrendous sight as if ashamed.

He was not the least bit ashamed; he was mentally counting his lifelong kill tally and was disappointed it was just short of one hundred. It was much more than that if he included bombs, mortars, and other long-distance weapons but Jack was only interested in his handgun kills.

“Check the bodies!” said O’Malley, “Why me and why check? You can see nobody’s goin’ somewhere.” He made similar comments every time, but he enjoyed to leave much of the killing to Reynolds, and was an excellent back up and clean-up man.SUMMARY
An Ancient Manuscript spells Death for all who come into Contact…

Andrew Carlish inherits a manuscript written by his ancestor Charles Darwin, who never published it because of the dynamic and provocative content. Before 35-year old Andrew and his young brother Joey can publish the document, there is opposition from established religions worldwide.

Fanatical religious sects and holy leaders agree its publication would be disastrous for their creed and they aggressively attempt to procure the original document at any cost. Within a few days, they violently murder editors and friends who have read the Darwin Manuscript in attempts to stop its publication.

The Mujahidin get involved and mutilate and kill an innocent woman, while two rogue CIA agents murder more people in their quest for the Darwin Manuscript. They attempt to destroy all copies of the manuscript and kill everybody who has seen it!

Andrew served 5-years with the SAS Regiment and he needs all his skill and experience to combat the enemy as they close in on his cousin Bertie’s moated farmhouse in the Malvern Hills.

They come under vicious attack from numerous killers who are determined to find and destroy them and the original manuscript.

This powerful novel, from Brian Hunt author of the Bestseller ‘Michael’s Irish Magic’, moves furiously through the streets of London and the country lanes of England. It also includes action from The White House, The Vatican, The Presidential Palace in Tehran, CIA Headquarter, and Lambeth Palace in London.

EXCERPT
“Jack Reynolds is my name,” said Jack, happy in the knowledge that it would never leave the room. He spotted the papers in the priest’s hands and reached down and took them, “Ah, the famous Darwin Manuscript, have you been reading it to the ladies, father?”

“Well, I was just about to begin, if you wouldn’t mind,” said Father Mitchell reaching up for the documents.

“Well, will you look at that, a nice warm coal fire,” said Reynolds, “You don’t see those very often today, and I quite miss them.” He handed the sheaf of papers to O’Malley who quickly tore them into four and placed them carefully on the high flames of the burning coal.

The women gasped and the priest shouted, “Stop that.” It was too late, of course, because the papers were already burning. More importantly, none of them noticed Reynolds take out a large revolver and screw on a silencer.

Four silent shots whooshed across the sitting room, each one a direct hit to the head. Father Mitchell sat almost upright in his chair with a blood-ringed hole in the centre of his forehead; Margaret Morris and Marjorie Hall sat on the sofa with similar wounds and Marjorie had a look of surprise on her face as if she saw her killer. Jennifer Astbury suffered a shot through the back of her head, which now slumped over her chest.

The room was deathly quiet except for the slight noise of Reynolds unscrewing the silencer. “Check the bodies, O’Malley,” he said, turning away from the horrendous sight as if ashamed.

He was not the least bit ashamed; he was mentally counting his lifelong kill tally and was disappointed it was just short of one hundred. It was much more than that if he included bombs, mortars, and other long-distance weapons but Jack was only interested in his handgun kills.

“Check the bodies!” said O’Malley, “Why me and why check? You can see nobody’s goin’ somewhere.” He made similar comments every time, but he enjoyed to leave much of the killing to Reynolds, and was an excellent back up and clean-up man.

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