“I loved the addition of Yash, who made the adventure as much her own as Pesh’s. In addition to sound character development, the author provides vivid descriptions of scene and culture. I had the opportunity to read an early review copy gifted by the author and found it to be an excellent read.”

—Amazon Reader,

“Their journey is indeed hazardous. Enjoy an exciting excursion into the land of the ancient Mayans in this well-researched novel.”

—Amazon Reader,

“I love how the author describes the setting in the book. It’s like I’m traveling with the characters. The book is a great read. I’m recommending it to my friends!”

—Jenny McKenzie, Massachusetts

About the Book

The Lost Jade of Maya introduces us to Chanla Pesh, the youngest member of the archaeology department who also happens to be the descendant of a powerful Mayan King. She receives a university grant to search for the missing jade in Guatamela.

Follow her adventure as she is stalked by Guatemalan crime lords and terrorized by gods of Xibalba.

About the Author

Marjorie Bicknell Johnson is a pilot of a small aircraft and a mathematician specializing in Fibonacci numbers. She and her husband, Frank, live in Northern California.

Marjorie has had several trips to Yucatan and Guatemala. She had visited the Mayan ruins and had become acquainted with its local residents. Lost Jade of the Maya is her third novel. Her prize-winning short stories are published in anthologies.

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Excerpts

Danilo’s captors removed his blindfold but left his hands tied behind his back. Nearby, a man with a prominent black mole on his nose and ears too large for his head struck the branch of a tree with a long pole. He teased a snake, as long as the height of a man, poised over the head of a helpless Maya. The snake struck so fast Danilo couldn’t see it and bit the victim’s neck. The snake had the yellow chin of the most feared snake in Guatemala, la barba amarilla.

“No! Muerto! Muerto!” The Maya batted at the snake and screamed in agony. “I’m a dead man! Muerto!”

The snake dropped to the ground and slithered away.

Danilo’s captors forced him to watch until the victim crumpled to the ground, groaned, and vomited.

“That is what happens to Maya who disobey.” The man with the mole pushed Danilo along ahead of him. “And this is what he will look like tomorrow.”

A corpse, smelling of death, lay on the ground. One leg was blackened. It looked like melted candle wax and smelled like rotted meat. The flesh on the thigh had liquefied into pus; the calf and foot were black and almost without flesh.

“Now you tell El Cocodrilo, where is the jade mine?” The man with the mole and big ears was The Crocodile, one of the cruelest crime lords in Guatemala.

“I don’t know, Senor Cocodrilo.” Danilo shook with fear.

The other man punched Danilo in the solar plexus. Danilo bent over retching but refused to cry out.

“Find the snake, El Zope,” El Cocodrilo said.

The Buzzard and The Crocodile: crazy banditos who could do whatever they wanted. Both were a head taller than Danilo and looked like Spaniards, not Maya.

“Please, sir, I really don’t know.” Danilo hung his head and tried to look small, meek, and harmless. “Senor Anderson tells no one where he gets his jade.”

“The little indio doesn’t know,” El Zope said, flashing his gold teeth. “I have a better job for him in Antigua.”

El Cocodrilo hit Danilo on the head with the butt of the gun, and El Zope beat him with a chain.

Danilo hurt too much to care about anything else.

“A one-way ride to Antigua,” said El Cocodrilo.

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