The Tribe

The Tribe

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., sept. 27, 2017
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Action & Thriller
"What's the difference between chaos and order? Perspective." That's what Gavlin Syke said when Crater City started in production. That's what Crater City ended up being, chaos. The city was full of no good thieves and ruthless tycoons who would do anything to get their way. The CCPD could do little to stop the so called "order" and that's where others had to step in. Where the Tribe had to step in.
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Gulliver Swift is-was-an archeologist-adventurer who traveled the world in search of lost tombs, temples, and treasure. But his last expedition was attacked by a tribe of feathered fire-breathing monsters out of the Cretaceous. His financial backer was killed. The legendary artifact they'd come to find was left behind along with the evidence of its discovery. His story debunked, Swift became a pariah reduced to teaching Archeology 101 to freshmen. It is now 22 years later. And the serial killer suddenly terrorizing New York City may be one of those monsters. The Police Commissioner wants Gulliver's help. And he wants no part of it. What he saw on the island was the figment of a fevered imagination cracking under pressure-but does a figment leave a trail of charred bodies torn apart by what could only be non-human hands? It is only when the beast strikes too close to home that Swift is forced to wonder whether he could have been right in the first place. If he was-is-how did it get here? Or, rather, who could have brought it?

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