This book started off with a bang, even if it was an unbelievable one (knights who ride horses into a museum in the middle of NYC?), but unfortunately it went down hill from there. It just kinda ran out of steam for me, mired in people and chapters jumping around, until by page 100 the book had found itself in the worst place a book could be in my house...underneath the bed. It hung around there for a few days (weeks) while I tried to screw up enough courage to plow on, but alas, the last templar has found it's way down to the cardboard box in the basement marked "Goodwill."