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Ray Johnson

Cause; a murder in Los Angeles.

Effect; A summons from the Grand Regent.

Jake Striker felt he needed to return to Mongolia to tell his in-laws how their daughter died. His wife, Chandaa, was killed by a drunk driver who ran a red light. The 911 Porsche was broadsided and his wife died instantly at an intersection in Beverly Hills. She had been with him when he finally located the mysterious Chang Jai Lamasery, high on Mt. Bayaskhulangtu. They had been searching for a child that was born at the exact instant the ancient Chang Lai Lama died. The Lamas believed the child was the reincarnation of their revered Grand Lama and were returning him to his rightful home. The parents of the child saw it as kidnapping.


Chandaa’s parents live far out on the rolling steppes, where only personal communication is possible. Jake is tall, six feet, three inches, handsome with light brown hair and storm gray eyes. He had originally been hired by the parents to locate their child. Now he is back in Mongolia, comforting grieving in-laws. Chanda’s sister, Mei, a stunningly beautiful Mongolian woman, with Chinese ancestors, is with Jake in her parent’s ger when Lama Namsray arrives and tells Jake that the Grand Regent is in need of his services. Contacting the Grand Regent will require an arduous trek by horseback up into the sacred mountains, where only a privileged few are permitted. A steppe soldier is traveling with Lama Namsray, to protect him; armed with an AK47.

Jake is a policeman turned lawyer and has the ear of the Grand Regent. One of the young men who was born in the mysterious valley has gone rogue and become a drug dealer and murderer in Southern California. He needs to be stopped and the Grand Regent is about to give Jake the assignment. Mei, who is twenty-five, with almond eyes and raven hair that hangs to her waist, informs Jake and Lama Namsray that she is going with them. The Lama tells her that will be impossible, outsiders are not allowed into the secret Lamasery. She informs him, “I’m going.” Lama Namsray, the second most powerful lama in the sacred dzong, explains that the Grand Regent would never permit it.

Mei says, “I know about the gold mine, I know about the child Grand Lama and I know about the secret entrance into the valley. I’m going.”

Jake sides with Mei and she accompanies him on the dangerous journey into the mountains. She also accompanies him to Southern California where they do battle with the drug lord and his thugs. Events become so dangerous they have to call upon the ancient Order of the Tu Tung. A mysterious Lamasery, a handsome lawyer, a beautiful Mongolian woman and a clandestine order of assassins, wrapped tightly together with dragon-emblazoned fabric from the Great Silk Road.





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JAKE STRIKER WAS tall and Chandaa had always told him he was incredibly handsome. Because of his intimate connection with the mysterious Lamasery, he was able to obtain the necessary paperwork and travel to Ulan Bator without any difficulty. But he did have a problem in locating Chandaa’s aunt and uncle’s ger. Every ger in the district looked the same, at least to an outsider. He spent over an hour in the dusty taxi trying to locate their ger. The white gers looked like giant mushrooms that had sprouted on the outskirts of Ulan Bator. The round gers were covered with white canvas, with layers of felt under the canvas. As the temperature dropped, another layer of felt was added.

While the taxi driver looked for the relative’s ger, Jake had time to reflect on how he got to Mongolia the first time. The aged Chang-Jai Lama had travelled to Southern California for open-heart surgery. He died during the operation and at the exact moment of his death, a boy child was born in the same hospital. The Chang-Jai lamas believed in transmigration of the soul, and the lamas that had accompanied the Grand Lama firmly believed that their leader had been reborn at the instant of his death. The baby’s mother was the thrice-married daughter of a local mobster. The baby boy had disappeared from the hospital and the gangster grandfather had hired Jake’s private investigation firm to find his grandson.

The unusual quest had taken him to Mongolia, where he met Chandaa, and together they had been able to go to the frontier and finally locate the isolated Ulan Jinga Valley and mysterious Chang-Jai Lamasery. Jake became close friends with the Grand Regent and his principal advisor, and ultimately decided that the baby boy would be better off as the future leader of a great religious organization, rather than the grandson of a Los Angeles gangster. This decision made dangerous enemies and powerful friends. The taxi driver finally located the ger Jake was looking for, pulling him from his woolgathering.

He did not need to tell Chandaa’s relatives the nature of his visit, his eyes conveyed the sorrow. They sent for a cousin who spoke English and Jake related the details of Chandaa’s death. They refused to let him stay in a hotel, and he ate mutton stew and slept in a ger for the first time since he and Chandaa had left for the United States.

The following morning he told Chandaa’s aunt and uncle that he needed to locate the driver and his son that had taken them south to Jirgalangtu. The aunt was able to put him in touch with the driver, a cousin. Like Chandaa’s aunt and uncle, the driver and his son were saddened by the news of her death. Because of Jake’s visit to the Lamasery, the driver had a lucrative contract, transporting goods and fuel to Jirgalangtu. The driver, whose name was Djikdjide, informed him that he was scheduled to transport a load a fuel in two days to Jirgalangtu. Once Jake had made known his request to be taken to Chandaa’s parents, so he could personally tell them about her death, the driver agreed to leave a day early and take Jake to her parent’s ger.

Both the driver and his son knew that Jake held a special place in the heart of the Lamasery’s Grand Regent. He was the only member of their initial party, who was not a member of the faith, that had been allowed to leave the secretive valley. They also knew that he had the ear of Lama Namsray, an influential advisor to the Grand Regent, and the second most powerful lama in the valley. Of those in their original caravan, Jake was the only person who had held the future Grand Lama in his arms.

The driver and his son left the following morning with a full load of aviation fuel in the bed of the sturdy Russian Kamaz truck. The fuel was stored in special ten-gallon containers, for easier transport by the packhorses of Deliger’s father and his cousin Chakhun. Deliger’s father would provide the packhorses that would carry the fuel to the caravan clearing and offload at the entrance to the enigmatic Ulan Jinga Valley. From there, Lamasery soldiers would provide protection for the valley packhorses that would transport the fuel through the narrow entrance into the valley and to the Lower Kingdom.

The truck was rigged for transport, not for Jake’s comfort. He had sheepskin bundles to sit on in the rear of the truck, to cushion the ride, but no other creature comforts. He had purchased clothing for the frontier and had a lantern for light. Because of the nature of the cargo, the rear flap needed to remain down, at least until they were some distance from the capital.

As with Jake’s first journey south to Jirgalangtu, the driver stopped at midnight to take fuel from the fifty gallon drum in the rear of the truck. This gave Jake a chance to stretch his legs while the driver and his son relieved themselves. Once they returned from the darkness, Jake offered to drive and give them a break. The wind howled like an angry black witch and a billion stars looked down on them from the velvety night sky. All three leaned into the wind, the other two more prepared for the vicious wind than Jake.

The driver said, “You no drive. You are guest.” He pointed to the rear of the truck.




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