1939. With the world torn apart by global war, what would drive the pursuit of an obscure archeological find? What had been found that was worth so much blood?

When John Michael Sullivan disappeared into the barren hills of Mongolia, the world took little notice. With a raging global conflict, what kind of man would pursue an obscure archeological find? What catastrophes had driven him across war-torn China? What had been found that was worth so much blood? John himself had vanished, swept aside by the Mongolian winds. Clutches of death, left scattered in his wake, were the only clues. Word had come back in a badly damaged letter hinting at the discovery, but offering up little else.

Eight decades later, his great grandson, Jack Sullivan, haunted by old dreams, picks up the gauntlet and attempts to solve those mysteries. Following the footsteps of his great grandfather is a decision that puts him squarely in the cross hairs of enemies he didn't know he had. Challenged by a spiraling inner conflict and an unlikely romance, Jack latches onto a scientific expedition that wants no part of him. As the scope of the quest mounts, Jack jumps into the fire, only to learn that what he's seeking is just the tip of the spear.