About the author
A native of Gatineau, Yves Laliberté has been a professor of Quebec literature at the University of Ottawa, an essayist, a radio writer and an information officer for the federal government. An avid reader and writer from an early age, and driven by a passion for investigation, he takes us to the four corners of the globe with Le Secret de Dieu, a thrilling saga!
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Author of the Le Secret de Dieu series, volumes 1 to 4
-Fleas!" said Kristen Vale.
Beneath the swarming mass of fleas, the dark, inert bodies of sewer rats.
-We've seen enough? remarked Quentin, taken aback by the sight of the insect populations. Perhaps we could go back up? It's at least forty degrees here!
We had to run, but it was already too late.
Behind them, the fantastic being who appeared in the doorway wore a red leather suit as long as a biker's cape. The face was covered by a mask in the shape of a long parrot's beak. A porthole hat reached down below the eyes.
-The costume worn by doctors during the plague of the 16th century," Quentin huffed.
The intruder hurled two strange projectiles at them...
-Hear that?" said Kristen.
-It sounds like a squeak," suggested Quentin.
-Yes, and it's getting closer.
-We're in a gallery running from Sherbrooke Street to Old Montreal, and these could be the brakes on a subway train," suggested Marie Mercier.
-An uncontrollable fear prickled the back of Quentin's neck.
-No, they're rats! Hundreds of rats!" he choked.
-Contaminated rats," Kristen clarified, her voice muffled.
She had to find a solution: the first drone had just crashed near her head.
She pulled herself up by the strength of her arms. Turning around, she saw that three drones had broken away from the pack.
-Jesus! They're in V formation. A plow to make sure I don't miss.
Kristen had taken refuge on the roof of the Montserrat funicular cabin to avoid being swept away by the mudslide.
Knees slightly bent for balance, the young Canadian government agent would prove easy prey for the small ULM 65 chopper hurtling towards her.
"Skates will
skewer me if the chopper
continues on this
trajectory.
