City of Wind (Century Quartet, Book 3)
Pierdomenico Baccalario
Language: English
Pages: 156
ISBN: B0140D0VYM
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the third installment of the Century Quartet, Italian author P. D. Baccalario continues the mystery that will take four cities and four extraordinary kids to solve.
PARIS, JUNE 20
When new information turns up about the Star of Stone, the object they found in New York, Mistral, Elettra, Harvey, and Sheng meet again in Paris. Harvey brings the stone to show to his dad's archaeologist friend. And it turns out that the friend knows much more about the kids' quest than they could have imagined. She gives them a clock that once belonged to Napoléon, and she tells them that if they can figure out how it works, it will lead them to another object of power. The clock sends the kids all over Paris, through old churches and forgotten museum exhibits, in search of an artifact linked to the Egyptian goddess Isis. But a woman with a penchant for venomous snakes and carnivorous plants—and her vast network of spies—is watching their every move. . . .
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“A word of advice,” she adds. “Friendly advice. The more you move around, the faster the poison circulates … and the less time you have left to live.” “Witch!” Harvey shouts, clenching his fists but stopping in his tracks. “Yes, that’s right.” Mademoiselle Cybel glides across the grass and reaches the door. “You finally understand. Now be a good boy and nothing will happen to you. If our little meeting at the Eiffel Tower goes well, I’ll come back with the antidote. I’ll come back and you’ll be
Elettra’s latest message and notification that he missed a call from Irene and Linda. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Why doesn’t anything ever happen?” the man grumbles, stretching. The room service breakfast tray is lying at the foot of the bed, not a scrap of food left on it. My life is so monotonous, Fernando thinks. No wonder it’s taking me so long to find inspiration for my book. He could use a little excitement, an unexpected adventure, which doesn’t include his daughter missing their
celebrating its big music festival. Cecile looks at them distractedly. Then she gapes. A note is taped to one of the musicians’ backs. It reads: Please, Mom, dance! Then go to the Brasserie le Vaudeville at noon. Cecile catches up with the man and stops him. She’s never seen him before in her life. She rips the note off his back and looks around. This is crazy, she thinks. This is absolutely crazy. She pulls the gold clock out of her purse, holds it high over her head and begins to whirl
turns green, the organ-grinder crosses the street, but Mistral doesn’t. Something just dawned on her. A detail that doesn’t make sense. A missing piece. The bridge top hasn’t told them anything useful. Not in New York, where it indicated some connection between Siberia and Paris, and not now, in Paris, where it indicated Passage du Perron. But why? Where did they go wrong? Maybe the bridge top doesn’t work like the others, or maybe when they visited the passageway they didn’t notice what they
through the glass doors, trying to figure out which of the people waiting on the other side is his father’s friend. Is she the tall, ditsy-looking woman whose clothes make her look like a flowered lampshade? Or the young woman chewing pink gum? What if it’s the old woman who’s pinned an airport worker against the wall with her luggage cart? The girls’ happy shrieks turn Harvey’s concentration back to the conveyor belt. All three of them are grappling with a suitcase bigger than they are, which