‘One of the men ran on ahead. Adam heard shouting. They rounded a bend, and through the foliage he glimpsed a massive stone structure. Twenty yards further on and they entered a large clearing in the forest, in the centre of which was a huge stepped-pyramid: the Mayan temple of Chiculhuán. A steep stairway led to a platform at the top and from ground level he could see a small stone building up there. It resembled the more grandiose Aztec pyramids he’d seen near Mexico city ... yet another temple of death. At the edge of the clearing were several tents and a camp-fire.
“The workers’ quarters and the restaurant,” teased Alejandro on seeing Adam looking at these. “But you, my young friend, will now relive history. Follow me up these steps. This is where the Maya took their prisoners to be sacrificed. Let’s just say Adam Winters is being sacrificed for love, huh? So you thought there was a god of love, chico? Well, María will soon have her very own god of love: my handsome cousin, Ramón Molina ...”’
From: Golden Jaguar of the Sun, 2015