" PROLOGUE MARCH 1162 THE ARCHBISHOP’S men fled into the shadows of the lower valley. Behind them, atop the winter pass, horses screamed, arrow-bit and cleaved. Men shouted, cried, and roared. The clash of steel rang as silvery as a chapel’s bells. But it was not God’s work being done here. "

― James Rollins , Map of Bones (Sigma Force, #2)