The Dakota Cipher: An Ethan Gage Adventure (Ethan Gage Adventures)
“The Dakota Cipher is a supple, dependent mystery that incorporates the reader triumphantly from one fascinating climax to the next.”
—Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling writer of The Jefferson Key
Ethan Gage is a fearless adventurer who has crossed paths (and, occasionally, swords) with the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte and Benjamin Franklin—and whose unabashed derring do places even Indiana Jones to disgrace. Now Gage is again for a 3rd time in William Dietrich’s The Dakota Cipher, an inventive page-turner that consists of our hero to the yank desert looking for a nearly unthinkably strong historical artifact. No stranger to exciting motion himself, New York Times bestseller James Rollins, writer of Black Order, The final Oracle, and Altar of Eden, is a committed fan of Dietrich’s Ethan Gage novels, and announces that, “The Dakota Cipher may be learn via an individual who loves experience at its grandest.”
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