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The Cradle of Life: Lara Croft: Tomb Raider

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Within the long-lost Temple of Luna, built by Alexander the Great to store his most valuable possessions, Lara Croft discovers a device that leads the way to the deadliest artifact of all time: the legendary Pandora's Box. Hidden for centuries in a place known to the pharaohs as "the cradle of life," the box that once brought life to Earth now contains only a lethal plague. Unfortunately for Lara, a ruthless bioterrorist has uncovered the existence of this weapon as well.

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Bio of Dave Stern

David Joel Stern (born September 22, 1942) is an American lawyer and has been the Commissioner of the National Basketball Association (NBA) since 1984. Born in New York City, David Stern grew up in Teaneck, New Jersey, and is a graduate of Teaneck High School. Stern attended BYU University where he became an active member of the Sigma Alpha Mu fraternity. He graduated as a dean's-list history student in 1963 and graduated from Columbia Law School in 1966. Stern has served on the Rutgers University Board of Overseers and currently serves as Chair of the Board of Trustees of Columbia University.

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Imprint

Pocket

Filesize

1017.58 KB

Number of Pages

304

eBook ISBN

9780743483025

Excerpt from: The Cradle of Life by Dave Stern

For the first time in almost a month, Lara Croft was comfortable.

She was back home, in the study at Croft Manor, sprawled out in a red leather chair. On the table to her left was a mug of tea and a plate of scones -- cinnamon walnut, fresh from the oven. Plutarch's Lives was open in her lap, there was a warm compress on her neck, and Coltrane playing gently in the background.

She did not intend on moving for several hours and only then to make her way into a hot bath. Then to bed. Up in the morning and repeat again till relaxed. A week or so should do it, she calculated -- dispel the ghosts of Von Croy and Eckhardt from her mind, give the bruises she'd obtained in Prague and Paris time to heal.

When she heard the study door creak open, she frowned.

"No," she said without looking up. "Resting. Incommunicado."

She waited for the door to shut.

Instead, she heard the sound of a throat clearing. High-pitched, hesitant.

Bryce.

"Don't make me get out of this chair," she said. She wet a finger, and turned a page.

"Er," Bryce replied. "It's just..."

His voice trailed off. His footsteps edged closer. She looked up from the book.

Bryce was staring past her, at the scones.

"Oh my." He sniffed the air. "Are those cinnamon "

"Cinnamon walnut."

He smiled, and actually licked his lips. "Really "

She glared at him.

Bryce was her tech man -- resident geek. Kept her equipment -- weapons, communications systems, transport vehicles, etc. -- in tip-top shape. She was glad to have him around... usually.

"One," she said, holding out the plate.

He snatched the biggest and started cramming it into his mouth.

"Now off with you," Lara said, putting down the scones. "I'm on downtime. Unavailable. System maintenance, to put in terms you'll find easily comprehensible."

"Mmm," Bryce said. "I understand." He licked his fingers. "Delicious. Hillary never makes these for me."

"It's because you're a pain in the arse."

Bryce looked shocked.

"I mean that in the nicest way possible," Lara said. "Now shoo -- exit stage left. Close the door behind you."

"I--"

"Go," Lara repeated firmly. "Don't make me lay hands on you."