What dark secret did the Founding Fathers of America hide, and who will stop at nothing to uncover it?
Navy SEALs in-training, Dane Maddock and Bones Bonebrake can’t be in the same room without trying to kill each other, but soon find themselves caught up in a race with a secret society to solve a mystery that dates back to the founding of America. Fans of the National Treasure movies will love this fast-paced thriller. Find out how it all began in the action-packed first Dane and Bones Origins novella… Freedom!
Praise for the Dane Maddock Adventures
"Freedom rocks! David Wood and Sean Sweeney serve up a great story of how it all began. Dane and Bones are in perfect form as they unravel a devilishly clever historical mystery that traces back to the early days of the nation."—Sean Ellis, author of Fortune Favors
The Dane Maddock series has sold over 100,000 copies in the English language, making David Wood one of the best-selling independently published action adventure authors in the world!
Freedom hit #1 in Men's Adventure in the US and #1 in Historical Thrillers in Australia. It has hit various bestseller lists in the US, UK, Canada, Australia, France, and India.
Dane Maddock looked up from his copy of The Art of War as the barracks door banged open and a voice boomed.
“Oh, yeah! BUDS is over, buddies!” Uriah Bonebrake, a six and-a-half foot tall Cherokee with a personality like fingers on a chalkboard, raised his fists in triumph. “Next stop, SQTs!”
“Don’t forget jump school,” Willis Sanders called down from his upper bunk.
“Child’s play. I’ve been jumping off crap since I was a baby.” Bonebrake high-fived Willis and turned to address the room at large. “Tonight, I’m gonna take five hundred dollars out of my account and hit the town. I’ll spend half of it on cheap beer and loose women, and the other half I’ll just waste. Who’s with me?”
Dane muffled a fake cough as ragged cheers arose from the exhausted survivors of Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training. The candidates had completed eight weeks of Special Warfare Preparatory School, and a grueling six months of SEAL training. The past three-plus weeks had been spent on San Clemente Island, with Dane and his comrades put through grueling exercises designed to replicate days spent in action on the field of battle. How Bonebrake still had the energy to party was anyone’s guess.
“I think Pope Maddock is judging me again. You have something you want to say, Your Holiness?”
“Would it matter if I did, Bonebrake?” Dane didn’t bother to look up from his book. They’d had this conversation before, and he always found it a waste of time. Bonebrake was a clown destined for failure. Dane was amazed the man had made it this far.
“You think if I put termites in your skivvies they’d eat that stick that’s up your butt?”
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Translated by Paola Grochi
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