The Secret of the Stones Quotes

“He believed that we all came from one place in history and that what had once been a singular view became twisted and changed over the years. But remaining in every religion, every cultural belief system, a part of the truth still existed.”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Allyson admired the way that he talked. Maybe, if her history professors in college had been more like Sean Wyatt, she might have paid a little more attention in class, or at least not fallen asleep. Sometimes, she wished that she was in a line of work that she liked better. Journalism certainly had some positives about it, but there were times that she loathed her job. Long hours stuck in a cubicle could drive even the most avid writer to madness”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“The guests waited, unsure if the question was rhetorical or not. Sean decided to answer. “The mainstream historical theory as to how the Native Americans arrived is that they came across an ice bridge up in the Bering Sea.” He felt no reason to ask any more questions since there was a creeping feeling answers were coming soon anyway”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Frank Borringer stared hard at the ancient script. It just didn’t make sense. If what his associate had told him was true about where this item had come from, the implications would be enormous. He leaned back in his chair, removing the reading glasses from his face. With the other hand, he wiped his eyes and pinched his nose.  Inside his brown tweed blazer, his body perspired from the mental exertion.  His fingers struggled against the constriction of the light-blue bow tie around his neck”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“After serving the coffee, Joe had left his guests alone in the living room for a few minutes, not explaining where he was going. When he returned, he had a somber look on his face and was gripping something in his worn fingers. He opened his hand, revealing something that astonished both of the visitors”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Clever feller,” a leather-skinned officer muttered before spitting out a slug of tobacco juice. He had a few marks of rank on his dark-blue United States Army uniform and was obviously the man in charge.  His matching cavalry hat had a few dirt streaks on it, but the distinct golden tassel still stood out proudly.  The week-old stubble on his face was a patchwork of gray and light brown.  He scratched his neck while considering the next move.”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Sean Wyatt sat, somewhat uncomfortably, across from Allyson Webster, journalist for the Atlanta Sentinel. He scratched his messy blond hair for a moment while considering her line of questioning. The noises and the people bustling about enjoying their morning java did nothing to ease his mind. She’d requested to meet with Wyatt to ask a few questions about the International Archaeological Agency, the driving force behind the construction of the Georgia Historical Center. In fact, most of the artifacts on display were pieces recovered by IAA agents, one of whom in particular had been involved on more of the recovery missions than most”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“His slender legs burned from the exertion, and his lungs continued to gasp for more and more air. Hunting had kept him in good shape. Often, he and his father would chase down deer for miles after shooting them. Deer could”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Patches of orange, red, and yellow forest dotted the landscape, the trees’ leaves on fire for the season.”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“situated in a valley of rolling hills right on the crest of a slight rise. ”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones

“Despite his excellent conditioning, John Burse was out of breath and stopped to risk a moment of rest against a tall poplar. ”
― Ernest Dempsey, The Secret of the Stones