The Key (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition) (Seven Wonders)
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FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. Discover the history behind the mystery of the New York Times bestselling Seven Wonders series in this original novella. Follow the tale of Aliyah and Osman, twin treasure hunters pressed into a life of crime. For them, every day is another desperate death-defying adventure until they stumble upon the key that may lead to the greatest treasure ever. But to take home this magical orb, they must first battle their way out of the Tomb of Shadows. With crucial historical details and plenty of backstory surprises, this is a perfect addition to the library of new and continuing fans of Seven Wonders, the epic adventure series by Peter Lerangis, author of three stories in the 39 Clues series.
Gencer said. I shook with anger. “The Queen of the Underworld. Artemisia. She’s down there—and she took my brother!” Suddenly a thought struck me. How could I have been so stupid! “Maybe it’s not too late! She said Osman had some sort of . . . mark . . . maybe she’s not going to rip out his soul so fast. If we hurry maybe we can . . .” There was a booming sound from deep inside the tunnel. I knew my plea would go unanswered but I tried anyway. “Ahmet? P-please?” My voice broke. The men
the Massa suspicious. So we left him and the Loculi behind in the plane. I was a nervous wreck. The taxi had no air-conditioning and a hole in the front passenger floor. Rocks spat up into the car from the road as we drove. As we sped noisily across Greece, the mountains of the Peloponnese rose up in the distance to our right. And Cass had a revelation. “Whoa,” he cried out, looking up from his phone. “The meaning of Roudouni is nostril!” “Is geography!” our driver said. (Everything he said
ground. “Jack!” Cass screamed. High above him, the statue of Zeus turned, shedding more marble pieces. And it reared back its spear, pointing it toward Cass. “CASS, GET AWAY from it—it thinks you’re trying to steal the Loculus!” Aly screamed. She dove toward Cass, pulling him away from the statue. Zeus was moving by centimeters. With each jerk of his arm, the marble encasing him cracked. “Lll . . . oc . . . ul . . . ssss . . .” The word was just barely recognizable. Each syllable was
the Loculus, I ran for the edge of the town square. In a moment Aly and Cass were by my side. “Follow me!” Cass shouted, leading us down an unlit alleyway. As we raced out of town, I could see pairs of eyes staring at us out of darkened windows. Mothers and fathers. Children. A voice behind us thundered loudly, echoing against the stucco walls. “LOOOOCUULUUUUS!” BACK ADS ABOUT THE AUTHOR Photo by Joseph Lerangis PETER LERANGIS is the author of more than one hundred and sixty books, which
Osman pushed it open, and the first thing I could see was a breathtaking view of Fethiye harbor. And not twenty meters away sat our father with Gencer. My heart nearly stopped when I saw who was with them—Feyyaz the Cyclops. The men were warming their hands over a small fire, brewing coffee in an old tin pot. Father saw me first. “My chilrrren!” he said, staggering to his feet, smiling too broadly, walking too unsteadily. I gave Osman a look. Drunk, I realized. They all were. Feyyaz must have