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The Blood Rose Dossier.

by S.M. Burns

(273 pages)

An individual’s future is almost certainly influenced, if not completely shaped, by his past. In Charlie White’s case his future is about to be canceled by his past.

White worked for the Central Intelligence Agency for over twenty years before being retired on a Section-8 psychiatric disability four years ago. During his entire tenure with the CIA Charlie White was a double agent. Charlie’s psychiatric problems had nothing to do with the stress of living a secret double life. It was nothing so simple and ordinary as that.

Charlie’s problem began when the Vietnam war ended. During the war he worked for CORDS (the Civil Operations and Revolutionary Support agency documented as the CIA’s arm in Vietnam). When the war ended Charlie, like everyone else, was scrambling to get out of Southeast Asia. But in the scramble Charlie left something behind . . . something very important.

That something has haunted him for twenty years, driving him to the brink of insanity. That something has also been driving both the Vietnamese and Chinese governments mad for the roughly the same amount of time. Charlie has been dragged out of retirement and invited to join an expedition into the highlands of Vietnam, an expedition into his own dark past, to locate and eliminate what he left behind so long ago. It’s an invitation Charlie finds he can hardly refuse since his life and the lives of a million innocents hang delicately on the outcome.

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Books can be ordered direct from BOOKS BY BURNS at 1-800-910-3790.

Ordering your copy of The Blood Rose Dossier: To order one or more copies please send a check or Money Order made out to S. M. Burns in the amount of $12.95 for each copy of the book you desire to purchase, please include $2.05 for shipping and handling per copy. Send check or M.O. to: S. M. Burns, P.O. Box 192, Bailey, Colorado 80421.

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The Devil's Cross

by S.M. Burns

(351 pages)

We all have our little secrets. Some of those secrets we share with those closest to us . . . others we would go to any length to keep from them.

Charlie White has a lifetime of secrets. He retired from an exemplary career with the Central Intelligence Agency without anyone ever realizing he was a double agent from day one. But that's a rather small secret compared with other facets of Charlie's meticulously orchestrated life.

One hundred meters beneath the U.S. Military Hospital in Incirlik Turkey exists one of the world's most advanced laboratories. There in what is officially called Containment Lab Seven rests one of Charlie's darkest secrets. The scientists who monitor C-Lab-7 have been trying for some time to kill, or at the very least control, the secret that lives in what they privately call the Pandora Vault.

There is a yacht named the Nightwind in the middle of Hong Kong harbor. Interpol lists the master of that vessel as Nathan Sin, one of the world's premier assassins. Charlie White and the master of the Nightwind wear identical images of a ruby eyed effigy around their necks.

Charlie's life seems balanced, his secrets secure. Then rumors come from China's Xizang Zizhiqu Province (what the rest of the world still calls Tibet) about villages of headless corpses. Photographs of the carnage are delivered to Charlie's Washington townhouse, Nathan Sin receives one of the missing heads in Hong Kong, and Charlie is dragged into a nightmare adventure that threatens to destroy him and everything he holds dear.

It quickly becomes apparent that someone knows all of Charlie's little secrets. His life is being slowly peeled away, layer by layer. If he doesn't stop them there will soon be nothing left.

In his desperate struggle to discover his vengeful enemy's identity and purpose, Charlie uncovers a savage plan of global decimation, brutal revenge, and a horrific vision for a new world order.

Charlie White finds his own personal hell at the roof of the world. To survive he must bare the secrets of his soul, jeopardize the lives of his friends and family, and descend into the bowels of the Pandora Vault to confront the great, dark mystery we all fear . . . the truth of who we are.

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Books can be ordered direct from BOOKS BY BURNS at 1-800-910-3790.

Ordering your copy of The Devil's Cross: To order one or more copies please send a check or Money Order made out to S. M. Burns in the amount of $13.95 for each copy of the book you desire to purchase, please include $2.05 for shipping and handling per copy. Send check or M.O. to: S. M. Burns, P.O. Box 192, Bailey, Colorado 80421.

Please allow 2 - 3 weeks delivery time.

The River of Ghosts

by S.M. Burns

(350+- pages)

Bolivia, on the fringe of the Amazon basin . . .

The ancient wooden hull sliced through the oncoming current despite the protests of the steam driven engine. The only thing older than the boat was the captain piloting it. His skin was as brown and coarse as the dried pieces of worn driftwood that the first-mate fed to the boiler.

A man and a woman, the craft’s only paying passengers, rode in the bow, watching the water. Their interest in the river water was far more than casual observance. They were monitoring the ripples and ribbons of color riding the powerful currents. Ripples of red. The woman reached over the prow with a long handled ladle and collected a sample of the river’s red hue. She transferred the sample to several test tubes and handed them to her companion.

They were interrupted by the stomping of hooves and loud whinnies from the four horses and two mules corralled at the boat’s stern. The guides the Brazilian government had provided were joined by the boat's captain in trying to calm the animals. As his two passengers approached the captain pointed up river. A fair sized tributary was feeding into the river two hundred yards off the boat’s port side. The water was surging out of a narrow canyon framed by two cuchillas , or knife-edged ridges. The water pouring from the canyon was deep, dark, and blood red.

The male passenger leaned over the boat's railing to get a better look. "That's it! Take us in."

The captain shook his head from side to side as he responded, "That river is cursed and appears on no charts of this area. River captain’s call it El Rio de Las Animas Perdidas en Purgatorio - the River of Lost Souls in Purgatory. The natives simply call it the River of Ghosts."

The female passenger stepped between the captain and her male companion. "Ghosts or lost souls . . . that river is where we have to go. Find a place along the bank where we can off-load our supplies and the animals.

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The captain eased the boat back into the current as he watched the people on shore loading the mules. He gazed up at the Andean cloud forests that towered above the cuchillas and then at the river of red. As the old boat caught the downstream current and began to pick up speed, he barked out an order to his first-mate.

"Get on the radio. Tell the Government Office that we have dropped the Doctor from GLOBE and his party at the mouth of the River of Ghosts . And tell them . . . the river is bleeding!"

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