Empire of Bones (Ashtown Burials #3)

By N. D. Wilson

Fans of either Percy Jackson and Indiana Jones may be captivated through the misplaced civilizations, historical secrets and techniques, and buried treasure present in the 3rd ebook of the Ashtown Burials sequence, an action-packed experience through the writer of 100 Cupboards.
 
Cyrus and Antigone Smith have thwarted Dr. Phoenix’s plans—for the instant. They’ve exposed a brand new hazard from the transmortals and controlled to flee with their lives. Their subsequent experience will take them deep into the caves lower than Ashtown, the place they are going to search for aid from these imprisoned in a single of Ashtown’s oldest tombs.
 
“An remarkable new series.”—SLJ, Starred

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She stood up. “I need to go,” she acknowledged. “We’ll end this later. i would like air. ” “Already? ” Lemon requested. “Did Phoenix unfastened Radu? Are they in alliance? ” Antigone shook her head. She considered Cyrus, concerning the Captain’s ultimate chain in his underwater tomb. Cyrus had lower via it with the Dracul sword, now not understanding that he was once additionally loosing the final chain that certain Radu Bey and the facility of Azazel. “Come downstairs,” Antigone acknowledged. “With the others. i have to ask you extra. ” Lemon shook her head. “No extra. I won’t come. The cracks within me … Pythia may also help mend them. She is aware. ” “You will come,” stated Antigone. “I personal this send. ” Cyrus awakened on his left facet, together with his hands tied at the back of his again. He was once at the flooring in a small room, with little or no gentle. there has been a wood chair tucked right into a table with an higher cupboard busy with at the very least a dozen tiny drawers. A small saggy-backed leather-based couch lurked opposed to the wall, and images of the ocean have been striking on cracked plaster. The door. wood. close. previous brass knob. huge keyhole. mild streamed less than it and onto the itchy wool rug the place Cyrus was once mendacity. Low voices crept in the course of the wooden from the opposite aspect. Cyrus rocked onto his face. Spitting airborne dirt and dust and tiny gravel and woolly hairs, he leaned challenging onto his cheek and controlled to stroll his knees up beneath himself. Pushing off the ground along with his face, he rocked up slowly and fell backtrack, twisting to cushion the blow together with his already whining shoulder. He wriggled toward the couch and attempted back. This time he slightly acquired his face up onto the sour-smelling leather-based. From there, he swayed to vertical—knees first after which toes. Blood tired from his head and he wobbled in short. His cranium used to be submitting proceedings together with his mind, cataloging accidents, yet none of that mattered. He was once most likely concussed after his leap from the chapel balcony and the crack he took at the ground. after which Sterling with that kick. steel legs weren’t reasonable for kicking. Why had he listened to Sterling? Why hadn’t he knifed him or no less than kicked him within the head? Cyrus considered his trip within the garlic. the place had they been going sooner than he had jumped out? Nope. That didn’t topic. What mattered was once the place he was once instantly, and the way he was once going to prevent being there once attainable. Yep. He was once concussed. pictures of his old style fluttered into his head. He’d had a instructor as soon as who have been concussed. Cyrus had spilled hydrochloric acid at the tile flooring slightly bit on objective. They’d wiped clean it up, yet later on, the tile have been eaten so soft it used to be slicker than ice. Mr. Finney. With glasses and asthma and a mustache he used to be constantly stroking. Mr. Finney had stepped. Mr. Finney had slipped. Mr. Finney had smacked his head at the chalkboard tray. Cyrus laughed out loud and sat down at the leather-based sofa. Knots dug into his wrists at the back of his again. Shhh. Cyrus eyed the door. The voices stored on voicing. No footsteps. He wasn’t in difficulty approximately Mr. Finney. not anyone was once coming. yet he used to be nonetheless tied up. He wanted his keys. “Patricia? ” he whispered.

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