Lost in Babylon (Seven Wonders, Book 2)
Percy Jackson meets Indiana Jones in the New York Times bestselling epic adventure Seven Wonders! Lost in Babylon is the second book in a seven-book series by master storyteller Peter Lerangis. This sequel to the bestselling The Colossus Rises chronicles Jack McKinley and his friends as they carry on their mission to save their lives—and the world—by locating seven magic orbs called Loculi, which are hidden in the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. After defeating the Colossus of Rhodes and capturing the first of the Loculi, their friend Marco has disappeared. With no leads, no clues, and no one else to turn to, the kids have no choice but to trust Professor Bhegad and the Karai Institute again as they head off to Babylon.
Rick Riordan, author of the Percy Jackson series, praised Seven Wonders Book 1: The Colossus Rises as "a high-octane mix of modern adventure and ancient secrets. Young readers will love this story. I can't wait to see what's next in the Seven Wonders series!"
cold—what if you meet them?” Bhegad said. “Black—what was the main language spoken?” “Arabic?” Aly said. Bhegad wiped his forehead. “Aramaic—Aramaic! Along with many other languages. Many nationalities lived in Babylon, each with a different language—Anatolians, Egyptians, Greeks, Judaeans, Persians, Syrians. The great central temple of Etemenanki was also known as the . . . ?” “Tower of Lebab—aka Babel!” Cass blurted out. “Which is where we get the term babble! Because people gathered around
her bedroom, looking exhausted. “What’s that smell?” she murmured. As Bel-Sharu-Usur barked questions at Daria, the odor of his tooth decay settled over us like smog. Inches away from him, Daria nodded respectfully and (remarkably) managed not to barf. She seemed to be giving him a long report about us, as we nervously ate fruit that the house wardum laid before us on a table. “Do you understand what she’s saying?” I whispered. “No,” she replied. “I was teaching her English. She wasn’t
Gardens. A grand stone stairway to our right, now overgrown with weeds, led directly upward. “Marco, follow me,” I said. “Cass and Aly, get yourselves to the bottom of the Archimedes screw. Find whatever makes it turn, and do it hard. Now!” Marco and I raced to the stairs and took them two at a time. Already I could hear a deep, metallic cranking sound. Just to the other side of the banister, the Archimedes screw was slowly starting to turn. I held the torch over the banister and saw Cass and
were as careful as could be this time. This time, nothing shot at us and no gas tried to choke us. We felt our way around the cage and the spikes, which still jutted invisibly up from the ground. “Okay, now,” Cass finally said as we safely reached the rear wall. Marco unhooked his pack and pulled out Shelley. Setting the trapezoid quickly on the ground, he gave it a sharp slap. With a clunk, Shelley fell over onto the dirt. “It’s not working,” Marco said in disbelief. “Bhegad said all we had
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