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automatically glancing down at the embassy’s entry and exit list. “His name is Francisco Ruiz, and he says that you and your partner have a folder of his that he’d like to pick up.”
    â€œFrancisco Ruiz?”
    A SOLEMN ATMOSPHERE PERVADED THE CEREMONIAL complex of Teotihuacán. The grayish silhouette of the massive pyramids and the hulking magnificence of Cerro Gordo on the horizon shone dramatically beneath the powerful glow of the moon. Next to the smallest pyramid, in a plaza adorned with reliefs of the Quetzal, a curious cross between bird and insect, Tess just barely made out the familiar image of a man dressed in white. It seemed as though he’d been standing there for a millennium, waiting for her.
    â€œThe best place in the world for us to find each other again, Tess!”
    Jack Bennewitz’s booming voice reverberated between the empty structures. Tess Mitchell didn’t understand anything, and her face showed it. Right at that moment, she was tempted to think that everything she had been through in the past few hours had been nothing more than a bad practical joke.
    â€œIt’s me—Jack!” he said, opening his arms wide. “I don’t know what the boys told you, but this is real! At midnight the planet entered into a totally new vibrational phase. All matter, including dark matter, has begun to resonate at a frequency that was unknown up until now. Do you understand,Tess?”
    â€œBut . . . you’re alive!” she exclaimed.
    â€œAlive, dead . . . what does it matter? Those are states of being that belong to the old world. We’re in a new dimension now.”
    The young woman’s hands stroked the soft white cotton of Jack Bennewitz’s suit. It had to be an illusion.
    â€œCome on, Tess! Okay, maybe I didn’t enter this dimension voluntarily, but the men who killed me knew that they were just speeding up my passage by a few hours. They even left you a sign so that you wouldn’t worry . . .”
    â€œThey didn’t leave me anything!” she protested, stepping away from him.
    â€œYes, they did, Tess. They left you a Quetzal butterfly, like the ones on these reliefs. Don’t you recognize it? For the people that built Teotihuacán, as well as the ancestors that established the Mayan calendar, the butterfly symbolized the passage of time. The shift from one dimension to another. I just stopped being a larva before you did. But now both of us are like them . . .”
    The young woman touched her handbag, feeling around for the little box she had taken from Jack’s office. Jack looked at her, content.
    â€œAnd the rest of the world, Jack? What’s happening to them? Are they all butterflies now, too?”
    â€œThe rest of the world too, Tess. Little by little they’ll all begin to realize it.”
    Jack Bennewitz put his arms around her shoulders before saying anything else. His touch was real. Physical. Just as it had always been.
    â€œYou know something?” he said. “It’s funny that your instinct brought you here to this place tonight, a nightof such transformation.”
    â€œFunny? What’s so funny about it?”
    â€œWell, Tess. You should know that Teotihuacán means ‘the place where men become gods.’ And now that you and I have died, that’s precisely what we have become. How does it feel to be a god, Tess?”

THE LOST ANGEL
    New York Times bestselling author Javier Sierra returns with a heart-pounding thriller about mankind’s most ancient desire—and the modern evil some will unleash to obtain it.
    In approximately seventy-two hours, a little-known Middle Eastern terrorist group plans to bring about the end of the world. Convinced that they are the descendants of angels and on the verge of at last returning to heaven, they kidnap scientist Martin Faber, whose research has uncovered an extraordinary secret. Martin’s only hope for survival is