The First Horn
An End Times Thriller of Prophecy and War
M. A. Khan · 442 pages
The boy who sold water at the gates of Babylon grew up to become the Ghost of Babylon, the assassin no government admits to hiring. Then a contract arrives on a harmless old scholar whose only crime is a theory about the end of the world. Four assassins took the contract before Samir. Three are dead. One disappeared. And as Samir follows the money, the first horn sounds.
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- IThe First Hornyou are here
- IIGog and Magog
- IIIThe Last Horn
Some contracts are not meant to be completed
Samir Khan does not believe in prophecy. He believes in patterns, exits and payment. It has kept him alive through a hundred jobs and made him a legend nobody can photograph.
The new contract should be the easiest of his life. Elias Venn is old, unguarded and ignored, an academic who argues that Revelation was never a script for what must happen, only a warning about what people would choose. Someone very powerful wants that idea to die with him.
Samir asks the one question a professional never asks. Why. The answer drags him from the ruins of Babylon through the capitals of a world quietly loading its weapons, towards a group that is not waiting for the apocalypse. It is building one. On schedule. And the schedule has begun.
The first horn has sounded. The end has not begun. But humanity has been warned.
Read it if you love
- Assassins with rules
- Prophecy treated like evidence
- Thrillers that move like a fuse burning
The boy was nine when he learned that hunger had rules.You did not steal from the old women who sold bread near the bus station because they knew every child in Hillah and would find your mother before sunset.You did not steal from the soldiers because they carried rifles and were bored.You did not steal from tourists until they had taken their photographs, because people became less attentive once they had captured whatever they had travelled across the world to see.And you never stole when you were hungry.That was when your hands shook.Samir waited.
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