The Tomb of Shadows
The third book in the thrilling SEVEN WONDERS series.“A high-octane mix of modern adventure and ancient secrets… I can’t wait to see what’s next.” Rick RiordanTHREE FRIENDS:Jack McKinley and his friends are the Select. Their powers are growing at a furious rate and must find seven magical object to save themselves – and the world. Two treasures have already been found, but time is running out…TWO SIDES SPLIT: Marco has betrayed his friends and ancient secrets are coming unravelled. The Select don’t know who to trust or where to turn, but they must fight on.ONE LIFE LOST: Jack, Aly and Cass race to the next stop on their quest, where they have to face their own demons and engage in an epic battle with shadows of the dead. When promises are broken, blood is spilled – and the Select are forced to destroy the one thing that might have saved them all.The epic adventure continues. Third stop: The Mausoleum at Halicarnassus.
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In the underworld
FOR DAVE AND ELOISE,
MY FELLOW VOYAGERS INTO WONDERMENT
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Valley of Kings
Chapter 7: Emergency Protocols
Chapter 10: The Only Game in Town
Chapter 15: Genghis and Radamanthus
Chapter 17: Dad Takes More Weird
Chapter 21: Gnome? Pixie? Troll?
Chapter 22: Secret in the Stones
Chapter 23: This Is Not Science
Chapter 24: Flying Zombie Skin
Chapter 25: A Game Most Dangerous
Chapter 30: The Blazing Fields
Chapter 33: It Is Good to Be Beautiful
Chapter 35: Gathering the Clouds
Chapter 37: Because of the Eyes
Chapter 39: The Grand Carbunculus Wizendum
Chapter 44: The Song of the Heptakiklos
Chapter 47: The Prodigal Sunshine
FOR A DEAD person, my mom looked amazing.
She had a few more gray hairs and wrinkles, which happens after six years, I guess. But her eyes and smile were exactly the same. Even in a cell phone image, those are the things you notice first.
âJack?â said Aly Black, who was sitting next to me in the backseat of a rented car. âAre you okay?â
âFine,â I said. Which, honestly, was the biggest lie of my life. âI mean, for someone whoâs just discovered his mother faked her own death six years ago.â
From the other side of the car, Cass Williams slid his Coke-bottle glasses down his nose and gave me a pitying glance. Like the rest of us, he was in disguise. âMaybe she wasnât faking,â he said. âMaybe she survived. And had amnesia. Till now.â
âSurvived a fall into a crevasse in Antarctica?â I said.
I shut the phone. I had been looking at that photo nonstop since we escaped the Massa headquarters near the pyramids in Giza. I showed it to everyone back in the Karai Institute, including Professor Bhegad, but I couldnât stay there. Not while she was here. Now we were returning to Egypt on a search to find her.
The car zipped down the CairoâAlexandria highway in total silence. I wanted to be happy that Mom was alive. I wanted not to care that she had actually been off with a cult. But I wasnât and I did. Life had changed for me at age seven into a Before and After. Before was great. After was Dad on business trips all the time, me at home with one lame babysitter after the other, kids talking behind my back. I can count on one finger the number of times I went to a parent-teacher conference with an actual parent.
So I wasnât woo-hooing the fact that Mom had been hanginâ in a pyramid all this time with the Kings of Nasty. The people who stole our friend Marco and brainwashed him. The people who destroyed an entire civilization. The Slimeballs Whose Names Should Not Be Mentioned but Iâll Do It Anyway. The Massa.
I turned back to the window, where the hot, gray-tan buildings of Giza raced by.
âAlmost there,â Torquin grunted. As he took the exit off the ring road, the right tires lifted off the ground and the left tires screeched. Aly and Cass slid into my side, and I nearly dropped the phone. âOhhhh â¦â groaned Cass.
âUm, Torquin?â Aly called out. âThat left pedal? Itâs a brake.â
Torquin was nodding his head, pleased with the maneuver. âVery smooth suspension. Very expensive car.â
âVery nauseated passenger,â Cass mumbled.
Torquin was the only person who could make a Lincoln Town Car feel like a ride with the Flintstones. He is also the only person I know who is over seven feet tall and who never wears shoes.
âAre you okay, Cass?â Aly asked. âAre you going to barf?â
âDonât say that,â Cass said. âJust hearing the word barf makes me want to barf.â
âBut you just said barf,â Aly pointed out.
âGluurb,â went Cass.
I rolled down a window.
âIâm fine,â Cass said, taking deep, gulping breaths. âJust ⦠f-f-fine.â
Torquin slowed way down. I felt Alyâs hand touching mine. âYouâre nervous. Donât be. Iâm glad weâre doing this. You were right to convince Professor Bhegad to let us, Jack.â
Her voice was soft and gentle. She wore a gauzy, orangey dress with a head covering, and contact lenses that turned her blue eyes brown. I hated these disguises, especially mine, which included a dumb baseball cap that had a ponytail sewn into the back. But after escaping the Massa a couple of days earlier and creating a big scene in town, we couldnât risk being recognized. âIâm not Jack McKinley,â I said. âIâm
