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    Seven Wonders Journals: The Promise
    Seven Wonders Journals: The Promise
    Seven Wonders Journals: The Promise
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    Seven Wonders Journals: The Promise

    By Peter Lerangis

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    From the lost Journals of the New York Times bestselling Seven Wonders series comes the story of how Atlantis came to rest at the bottom of the sea.

    Follow the threads of history back to ancient times. Two Atlantean princes, Karai and Massarym, obsessed with power and terrified of the mysterious Loculi, turned against it each other in a bitter rivalry. With the future of the world at stake and nowhere to turn for guidance, the fourteen-year-old brothers chose fear over trust, deception over truth, and violence over brotherhood, and they change the course of history forever.

    In this final installment of the Seven Wonders Journals, dive into the heart of the mystery that started it all before the adventure concludes in Seven Wonders: The Legend of the Rift, the fifth and final book in the New York Times bestselling adventure series by Peter Lerangis, author of hundreds of books, including three titles in the 39 Clues series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateFeb 9, 2016
    ISBN9780062238962
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    Peter Lerangis

    Peter Lerangis is the author of more than one hundred and sixty books, which have sold more than five and half million copies and been translated into thirty-three different languages. These include the five books in the New York Times bestselling Seven Wonders series, The Colossus Rises, Lost in Babylon, The Tomb of Shadows, The Curse of the King, and The Legend of the Rift, and two books in the 39 Clues series. He lives in New York City with his family.

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      Enjoyed this little novela about the true heirs of Atlantis.
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    Seven Wonders Journals - Peter Lerangis

    CONTENTS

    Note to Reader

    Seven Wonders Journals: The Promise

    Notes

    Excerpt from Seven Wonders Book 5: The Legend of the Rift

    Back Ad

    About the Author

    Credits

    Copyright

    About the Publisher

    NOTE TO READER

    From the diary of Prince Karai of Atlantis, translated into contemporary English from the original Atlantean by Nicholas and Peter Lerangis. Note: the dates of the week may not correspond to actual dates in the Atlantean calendar but are our best approximations. Footnotes are Karai’s own.

    Wednesday, midmorning, in Mother’s study

    HE DID IT again.

    Diary, if he were an enemy invader,¹ I would pluck out his eyes and march him through the streets naked on the back of a hose-beaked vromaski. But being that Massarym is my brother and my twin, all I can do is tolerate him. And complain to you.

    I had a plan. It was going to be extraordinary. Groundbreaking! You know what I speak of, Diary. For all these years, I have promised to live up to my potential. I have written here, over and over, how I would stop writing all the time and instead do things. I would stop being so tongue-tied in front of people. Today I was going to show off the fruits of my months of research, my incredible new abilities. Atlantis would begin to know and respect its future king.

    But—surprise of surprises—Massarym jumped in and ruined everything. No one will remember what I did today. And here I sit in Mother’s dreary study, filled with strange liquids in old jars, stacks of books and parchments, equations written on the walls and all surfaces, and the half-collapsed skeleton of a dwarf griffin.

    I was so looking forward to this opportunity. For the next week, our family is hosting King Sh’anar of the nation of Akkadia, along with his entire royal family and a delegation of viziers, ministers, and servants. Foreign visitors—here in Atlantis! For the first time in all my seventeen years! According to Mother and Father, we must impress the Akkadians as we enter this exciting new age—the age of Karai. At long last we will be ending our decades of isolationism, creating new diplomatic relations, sharing the fruits of our joyous prosperity. For too long we have kept to ourselves while other nations suffered, and this can only build resentment. Strong relations with the Akkadians would connect us to the Greeks, the Phoenicians, the Egyptians, the Hittites. We will become a valuable trade partner and ally to all mainland nations—a leader across the world! Greatness cannot exist if nobody knows who you are, Mother has always insisted.²

    I agree. And I have been working to revolutionize the special abilities of our family and Atlanteans in general. My hours in the laboratories with Grand Wizard Malarchos have—

    No time for that. Mother will arrive soon. Where was I? Oh, yes. We all stood taking in the grandeur of the Parade Grounds, our newly constructed stadium. Tiered marble stands rose around us. The grass, carefully trimmed by an army of servants, stretched in all directions like a bright green tapestry. It rustled in the breeze under a blazing sun. Small clouds flitted across a crisp blue sky. As Mother explained the purposes of the Parade Grounds to King Sh’anar, translations were made by the plump Akkadian vizier, Xanthos. The vizier is a short, fat man with a pouchful of nuts and figs at his belt that seemed never to go empty.

    This was my chance. A perfect time to screw up my courage and debut my greatness. To demonstrate what I, Karai, the next in line to the Atlantean throne, could do. By dint of my own hard work.

    My moment.

    I scratched the back of my head and took a deep breath. But before I could open my mouth, my brother took off into the sky like a cannonball. As far as any of the visitors could understand, he actually held a cannonball in his arms. He held something in his arms, that was certain. Something with extraordinary magic.

    The Akkadian delegation gasped.

    Mother smiled. Father looked dumbfounded.

    I was astonished myself. My mouth opened and closed like a South Atlantean bottom-feeding fneepfish. Massarym whooped, a high-pitched heee-oooo that made him sound like a farm girl riding a sphinx for the first time. This action was so unusual, so against the laws of nature, I thought it might induce fainting or a mass fleeing. But King Sh’anar, dressed in rich blue robes that hung lightly on his shoulders, gave a deep, rumbling laugh. His wife, the queen, clapped her hands, as did Xanthos. The entire delegation followed suit.

    Ever the gaudy showman, Massarym soared away, then turned back toward us as if cresting a steep hill. Without warning, he plummeted steeply toward me, a wild grin on his face.

    No! M-M-Mass— By the— I spluttered, diving out of the way, tumbling to the ground.

    My brother is reckless, headstrong, and possibly one of the biggest fools I’ve ever met. He also loves attention, and my mother loves to encourage him. Unfortunately, when your mother is the queen of the oldest, most prosperous nation in the world and you³ know you’re her favorite, well, you get to do things like discover some unearthly magic and use it to soar into the air in front of foreign delegations.

    And humiliate your brother.⁴

    Karai! Come get meeeee! Massarym shouted, executing a clumsy loop-the-loop with his thumb pressed to his nose and his fingers waggling in the air.

    The juvenile gesture isn’t what grabbed my attention. It was the glinting sphere he clutched with his other arm. As he flitted one way and the next, it caught the sun and flashed blindingly, and then completely darkened, then brightened again. The surface shimmered like water reflecting against a bathhouse wall.

    All right, Diary, I can tell you are waiting for my confession. Yes, my brother’s defiance of the laws of nature was breathtaking. Yes, any human being would have been, by rights, consumed with awe! But, yes, too, it is true that I was not so flabbergasted by these unearthly antics that I could resist sneaking several long looks at the Akkadian princess.

    Arishti-Aya.

    Such a name, Diary! It is sweetness and song itself. As for her beauty and wit, she could melt the heart of the foulest vizzeet. She was not laughing or clapping her hands like a child, as were the rest of her disappointingly dull retinue. She was simply smiling and watching politely.

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