Vespers Rising (The 39 Clues, Book 11)
Rick Riordan, Peter Lerangis, Gordon Korman, Jude Watson
The Cahills thought they were the most powerful family the world had ever known. They thought they were the only ones who knew about Gideon Cahill and his Clues. The Cahills were wrong.
Powerful enemies —the Vespers— have been waiting in the shadows. Now it’s their time to rise and the world will never be the same. In Vespers Rising, a brand new 39 Clues novel, bestselling authors Rick Riordan, Peter Lerangis, Gordon Korman and Jude Watson take on the hidden history of the Cahills and the Vespers, and the last, terrible legacy Grace Cahill leaves for Amy and Dan.
research with mechanics, as you know. Unlike you, I have no problem testing my inventions on live subjects. Let me demonstrate.” Damien stepped on the release switch, and the ceiling above Gideon collapsed. It was one of Damien’s simpler creations but still impressive. The attic above the Vesper seal held three limestone columns set a hand’s breadth apart, each as thick and heavy as a ship’s mast yet perfectly balanced, so that only the slightest linchpin was needed to keep them in position. At
she said aloud. But the boat was gone. She had no idea what any of it meant, but one thing was certain: The people on that boat believed they were communicating with James Cahill. Grace had not lived to the ripe old age of thirteen without realizing that there was something special about Father’s family. Her parents had told her and Beatrice how Cahills had shaped human history for centuries. Some of the most famous people of all time were cousins — Shakespeare, Mozart, Abraham Lincoln, and
robbery. The clerk returned after barely a minute. “It is as I told you, mademoiselle. No one is willing to take you to Casablanca.” Grace tapped the case. “There’s gold in here as well.” He favored her with a full body shrug that was very French. “A dead man would have no opportunity to spend it. I am sorry, but this disappointment is probably prolonging your life.” She withdrew, feet dragging, the bag heavier than ever. Briefly, she considered using the money to buy a plane and trying to
challenge: bury her anger. Nothing must be allowed to interfere with her thinking. In the next suite of rooms, she knew, Patton was asleep for the night, enjoying the double triumph of a successful invasion and a Vesper victory. The importance of the ring had to be colossal. Operation Torch had three landing points. Patton must have persuaded the entire US Army to choose Casablanca as one of them just to get himself to the bull’s eye. Ruthless geniuses, he had called the Vespers. It was all too
sight.” Dan and Fiske gave her a questioning look. “How?” Dan asked. Amy looked out the window at the black sky, the hard points of the stars, the dusting of golden lights on the lower slopes of the mountain. “Well,” she said, “this is Switzerland, after all….” The snow had started last night and had been falling all day. Finally, it had snowed on a school day. Even the hardy city of Boston had come to a halt. Schools and businesses were closed. The wind had howled all night, pushing the snow