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Sharifov Rail Kuttusovich
The author of the novel
«Set's Brilliant»
Thriller
Russia, Vjatskie Polyani,
Phone: 8-919-513-47-39
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http://brilliant777set.com/

Dear agent,
Let me introduce myself. I am a writer from Russia. I would be grateful, if you find an opportunity to estimate my book.
Yours faithfully, Rail Sharifov


Synopsis “Set’s Brilliant’.

At the beginning of the twenty first century two tragic events occurred that shook the world.
Two sacred stones of great religious value disappeared mysteriously from their resting place:
• - The Black Stone of Kaaba from Mecca in Saudi Arabia, and
• - The Anointing Stone from the Temple of God’s Ark in Jerusalem.
The first heroes of this story were engaged in searching for a third sacred stone. During this search many of them endured horrible trials with some perishing along the way. But few knew that the roots of this story traced back to ancient times. Two century before an esoteric group of Englishmen found some ancient scrolls (gremuar) containing a description of Set’s Brilliant’s tunnels. These are a multidimensional conglomerate, which allowed the Magi to manipulate time and a space. Set’s tunnels are a maze of global pathways, with most of them being sealed by King Solomon for the security and safety of the human race. However, the modern occultists considered this a violation of their rights to the secret knowledge they contained and broke open some of the seals.
This story is about the difficulty of being wise, as the light we follow may not always come from God. One day we need to realize that the time has come to collect the “stones”.

THE HISTORY.
Seychelles.
A young Creole Janette after her husband’s Andre death, who was an adventurer and involved in racketeering, became entangled in a sequence of a strange events. A week before the Andre’s tragic death, as though he had a premonition of his impending fate passed to her a sealed envelope and said in a trepid voice: “I have found something I can not explain. If I will not came back, give this envelop to the police”.
The death of Andre is only the first in the spiral of events that followed. Disobeying the husband’s instructions and ignoring his last words, Creole Janette opened the envelop and found inside a computer disk with cipher video. From this time on strange events started to unfold around her with the death of many people, one after another. Thayer’s death is much more then mysterious: the bodies of the dead were found in a similar condition to ancient Egyptian mummies — wrinkled and dry.
However the two friends became involved in these mysterious events; a private detective named Slaiker Hodward and Police Commissar Bred le. They soon realized this whole unnatural story seemed to centre around Creole Janette and started an investigation. Detective Slaiker made a fatal mistake by contacting Janette. A STRANGER, who is able to transmutate his appearance into many different personalities, kidnapped nine years old Slaiker’s son Jeff, whose mother had perished a few years previously.
Detective Slaiker receives an anonymous threatening note instructing Janette to be in Cambodia by sunset the following day, or Jeff will meet with the same fate as the previous victims. Slaiker with the help of his friend Bred starts searching for his son.
The Stranger is leaving behind him a train of dead bodies, but the two detective friends are only half a step behind. The search has brought them to City Victoria Airport, where it is becoming clear to them, that Jeff is being taken to Thailand on the same flight as Janette is travelling to Cambodia.
The events are falling like dominos, one after the other, and there is no way back. In a terrible and last dance with the Death it claims anybody the STRANGER fears is trying to discover the mystery of the sacred stones.
As the story builds to a crescendo - Janette, is protected by EVIL, and little boy Jeff’s life is left hanging by a thread.
Detective Slaiker Hodward and Commissar of police, Bred Le had time to catch a plane in the last moment.
Hiding under the masks of his future victims, THE STRENGER is pushing ahead of his persecutors in everything he does and he sets up a traps for them. He is artful, cunning and uncontemplated. He does not know pity or compassion. He is an emissary of a weird unnatural world. He will discharge one’s obligations, no matter what it cost him.
Well now, he is face to face with those, who were walking in his footsteps. Bred Le is neutralised, but not killed, Slaiker… Detective was violently thrown throw a window from the plane at five thousand feet and was buried deep within the earth, where not a cry from the heart would be able to suppress the pain - PAIN OF DISTRACTED, FRENZIED WORLD…
Janette found Jeff in the luggage’s compartment and took him under her protection. The boy is practically immovable. His energy was drained by THE STRENGER and Jeff’s life, like a candle, was slowly withering. Creole, who lost her husband, and the little boy, who has no mother, are tied by an invisible string, twisted in a filigree weave of events. Of THE UNIVERSAL GAME OF GOOD AND EVIL Like two halves of the entire whole they are complementing and supporting each other.
Passengers mesmerized into deprivation of a mind…..Down, down into the ocean went the plane… Everything is mixed in a cruel intrigue of THE STRENGER... And that is only a beginning.
What is waiting ahead for the young Creole and little Jeff? Incredible adventures on the roads of beautiful Cambodia.
Who goes after them, avoiding the traps, set up by THE STRENGER, and destroying everything in his way? Commissar Bred Le. He does not know fear, all his desire is to save Jeff.
If there is a beginning then so should there be an end. Where is it? The temple Angkor vat. Exactly there will be an arena of a FINAL SKIRMISH OF GOOD AND EVIL.
Why Janette is so important for The STRENGER? What is in that envelop, which she has got from her husband before his death? And if Commissar Bred Le dies in the end, who will safe Jeff? Who will prevent a break of so thin and sensitive biological process like a LIFE to save the equilibrium in the WORLD?
The answers you will fined in my book “Set’s Brilliant”.

Prologue

Archeologist Michael Arno huddled up and turned. Taking a good look into the darkness he tried to make out on the line of horizon the silhouette of the pyramid, lighted with projectors. Then he turned round and had a look into the sky. Now his sight was directed into the point of sunrise. The coming dawn made Michael Arno quicken his steps.
Exactly twelve thousand steps from the main entrance of the pyramid, meditated Michael, counting the steps he made in his mind. Eleven thousand nine hundred and fifty two. Fifty three. Fifty four. And neither meters, nor feet. But just steps. Without turning to the left or to the right even in a jot. Fifty nine. Strange sometimes are dreams. Do I need it?
Muffling up in a warm shammy jacket, he walked faster.
Only not to be late for the rise of the Sirius. Eleven thousand nine hundred and seventy three. Seventy four. Seventy five. Having stopped Michael painfully touched the heart.
It is unthinkable to involve oneself in such situations at my age. Just a little. What will be impression on your face when you understand that it was only sleep. And nothing more.
Archeologist put hands in pockets, found heart tablets and placed one under the tongue.
Ahead, the old man!
Time to time he seemed to lose the way and checking himself on compass needle went along. Unexplained feeling of becoming mystery, as the old wine, made him drunk and excited.
Ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine.
Michael Arno stopped, hesitating to make the last step as if after this line all secrets of the Universe opened.
He jerked up his head and the sight caught the rising sun over the horizon. It’s first rays began to remove the darkness into the depths of desert. Left from the Sun the Sirius, one of the most majestic for Egyptians star, was rising. Twelve thousand, Arno pronounced to himself. The last step. He remembered the lines from the sleep.
“Twelve thousand steps from the main temple entrance. The Sirius will shine and mix its light with the rays of Ra. Wait”.
Archeologist was waiting but nothing happened. The only witness of his confusion was the morning whirlwind. Having raised million grains of sand in air, it was playing with eryngium like a milky puppet.
Michael looked around trying to notice at least some sign. Why was he here? What was he seeking?
Downing on one knee, he took a handful of sand. Time was floating with a thin stream between his fingers.
The old fool, he thought turning to go away. Suddenly the ground under his feet began to vibrate descending.
Michael felt that he was being carried somewhere down very fast. It was difficult to breathe because of the upping dust. He strongly fell on something hard and coughing lay on a side. Myriads of grains of sand falling from up and cut through with blind light informed him that he was alive.
Michael stood up and having touched the hurt lip, observed. In front of him there was location full of darkness. Some time passed before he could distinct any details. The walls of small apartment were decorated with reliefs and frescoes with the scenes of everyday life. The sun was rising above and it was bright in the location. Sudden splash of the Sirius rays cut the foggy dust, blending with sunshine and Michael Arno saw that he couldn’t notice before. At the very end of the room on a little one-legged support there were two strange objects.
Archeologist took them in hands but first he became interested in the object on which thin hieroglyphs snaked. The more attentively he read them the clearer changed his face. The sparks of terror fired in his eyes. He had a desire to look thoroughly on the other object but he was short of time.
He looked up. It didn’t matter how to get out from here. He will do it. There was more important fact. He had to pass these two objects to the person whom they are destined to by the Mission itself. And as quick as possible.
"As the Holy Scriptures say, there is a time to throw stones away and a time to bring stones together- and this time has come".


Chapter 1

May 26, 9:20

The Seishel Isles. Island Mae. Victory. Bank “Kings of Reefs”

Now Janette was sorry she had not been firm enough as to her husband. Two weeks before the river of time splashed his lifeless body out of its stormy current. Looking sorrowfully at the monitor Janette carried away the thoughts into their cosy nest in former times, the ordinary two-storeyed house in Frensis Rashel Avenue.
…Leaning against the rail of garret, Andrew tenderly hugged her shoulders and seeing the reflecting ocean in her pupils said:
- Little mouse! Perhaps I’ll leave you for a week or two. If I don’t return, carry this envelope to the police station.
Afterwards he held out a yellow closed envelope. She took it and startledly pressed to her breast.
- Andrew, what have you thought of again? What does it mean “don’t return”. Think of our baby. It is already three months and feels everything. I beg you, stay. Your games will end badly.
- Janette… - Andrew tried to put in a word but under tension fell silent.
- I awfully ask. Early or late you will be caught. And I will not touch your money. Know that.
In excitement Andrew embraced wife and whispered to her ear:
- My little mouse, for a month I am not busy in that. And this time I am leaving for another reason. – He paused, concentrating attention on the subject he will say. I have found something about what I even cannot speak aloud.
Janette was sobbing fixing the yellow envelope.
- But why you? What is in this envelope?
Not answering the direct question Andrew kneeled and pressed to her stomach.
- My little mouse, I swear you… My baby, and you also believe your father. No shady transactions. Forever Janette remembered the kiss with smell of cigarettes on her lips, left by him.
In two weeks Andrew came back home in a heavy red-brown coffin. Terrible load was convoyed by a strange person, whom Janette hadn’t known. She was memorizing his Asian feathers no more than a minute. It took him the same time to express condolence and inform in short that Andrew had caught tropical sickness and died suddenly. Where and under what circumstances Janette was not able to ask: shock was too strong and unknown type didn’t hurry to speak about the problem. He left the coffin near the house as a valuable parcel with delivery, got in a car and rode away.
All that was enough to understand: the history of Andrew’s death was written on water with pitchfork. And the pathologist’s conclusion about haemorrhage of the brain reaffirmed – Andrew died not himself.
Tears? Handkerchives and pillows were wet. However, the woman remembered of the baby in her womb. He was nearly four months and his dad had passed away under strange circumstances. Child – it was the only Andrew left her. She was strong-willed and after a week, followed husband’s funerals, told herself:
- That will do! Otherwise my baby will be nervous.
Both of them – Andrew and Janette - were twenty five. She worked in a small bank as a commercial manager, had an office of her own and was proud of that. He worked nowhere and was a person, into whose hands money floated escaping taxes.
By the way, it has been said softly. Andrew never told the wife his professional secrets. He was always surrounded by doubtful men and Janette seriously worried, many times warned, begged him to get busy in worthy job. He didn’t have to expose her and her reputation to be in risk. But being stubborn as a donkey he continued the way, that led him into grave.
Janette’s fingers in usual rhythm glided the knobs of computer, stopped, giving the clever machine time to meditate and again rushed into flexible movements of crazy dance. The young woman attentively followed the running lines, checked the information, divided it into files and again threw thin fingers into dance on knobs.
It seemed Janette was interested in job. Meanwhile, deep under consciousness she saw the yellow sealed envelope. It was haunting her the third week already…
For two weeks Janette was taking pain not daring to fulfill husband’s wish. The yellow sealed envelope stayed nearby, in her working safe. Sometimes she was ready to bring it to the police station, took out of the safe but unexplained feeling made her put it on the place.
Today she simply came to conclusion to look into the contents of envelope. She had to know what was there inside before carrying it to the station. Janette was not ashamed as Andrew hadn’t prohibited her to open the envelope.
She unlocked the safe, gave a look at the door and took out the item. She hesitated for a minute and having hooked with nail stuck edges, opened the letter. A moment later on the table in front of Janette the inside was – a computer disk. Touching it with ends of fingers she felt unordinary emotion.
“It must be that the same key from the door behind which Andrew had been killed”. – Janette judged. However the decision was accepted. She placed the disk into computer and opened the only file, kept in it.
At first the young woman seemed that she wouldn’t be able to decode this “nut” and possibly would need the help of specialist. But the first impressions are not always right.
Display didn’t light out any letters or words. Instead of that one could see the graphic depiction: strange cross-section of geometrical figures and broken lines. Then changing projection depiction went aside and Janette’s eyesight could recognize something like bud of unblossomed lotus. Having got accustomed she distinctly began to make out three well-proportioned towers.
As shadows from the past they directed to her, deeping consciousness into the pool of mysterious and fatal foreboding. Her sight intuitively went down, however, it lasted a moment during which the depiction of three towers was transformed into a stone.
It looked like the mountain rock in appearance and its glassy mass shone with soft emerald – and malachite colours. Computer showed the stone in all possible projections. Janette began to understand…
But she didn’t know one thing – from this minute the whirl of events will overflow her pitilessly and wholly.