Children of the Storm (Amelia Peabody Series #15)

Children of the Storm (Amelia Peabody Series #15)

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by Elizabeth Peters
     
 

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A Great War has ended, but evil still casts a long shadow over a violence-scarred land. One woman -- an adventurer and archaeologist with a brilliant mind -- must now confront a dreadful adversary more fiendish and formidable than any she has ever encountered. But by doing so, she may be feeding the flames of a devastating firestorm that threatens the fragile lives

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A Great War has ended, but evil still casts a long shadow over a violence-scarred land. One woman -- an adventurer and archaeologist with a brilliant mind -- must now confront a dreadful adversary more fiendish and formidable than any she has ever encountered. But by doing so, she may be feeding the flames of a devastating firestorm that threatens the fragile lives of the tender and innocent.

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Bestselling author Elizabeth Peters has delighted historical mystery fans with the adventures of Victorian Egyptologist Amelia Peabody, a strong-willed woman with a talent for foiling criminals, for many years. Though the antiquities she loves remain the same, Amelia's world has changed a lot since her first visit to Egypt in 1884, and over her career, Amelia has gone from being an unconventional spinster to an independent-minded wife and a rather unorthodox mother. Now, as her 15th adventure, Children of the Storm, begins in 1919 -- one year after the end of the First World War -- Amelia has morphed again, this time into a delightfully eccentric grandmother. But her insatiable curiosity and passion for justice are as strong as ever, and that means her new season of excavation with her ever-expanding extended family is sure to uncover trouble…. Sue Stone

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061800412
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
Series:
Amelia Peabody Series , #15
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
576
Sales rank:
60,166
File size:
1 MB

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Children of the Storm

Chapter One

The encrimsoned sun sank slowly toward the crest of the Theban mountains. Another glorious Egyptian sunset burned against the horizon like fire in the heavens.

In fact, I did not at that moment behold it, since I was facing east. I had seen hundreds of sunsets, however, and my excellent imagination supplied a suitable mental picture. As the sky over Luxor darkened, the shadows of the bars covering doors and windows lengthened and blurred, lying like a tiger's stripes across the two forms squatting on the floor. One of them said, "Spoceeva."

"Russian," Ramses muttered. scribbling on his notepad. "Yesterday it was Amharic. The day before it sounded like -- "

"Gibberish," said his wife.

"No," Ramses insisted. "It has to mean something. They use root words from a dozen languages, and they obviously understand one another. See? He's nodding. They are standing up. They are going ... " His voice rose. "Leave the cat alone!"

The Great Cat of Re, stretched out along the back of the settee behind him, rose in haste and climbed to the top of his head, from which position it launched itself onto a shelf. Ramses put his notepad aside and looked severely at the two figures who stood before him. "Die Katze ist ganz verboten. Kedi, hayir. Em nedjeroo pa meeoo."

The Great Cat of Re grumbled in agreement. He had been a small, miserable-looking kitten when we acquired him, but Sennia had insisted on giving him that resounding appellation and, against all my expectations, he had grown into his name. His appearance was quite different from those of our other cats: longhaired, with an enormous plume of a tail, and a coat of spotted black on gray. With characteristic feline obstinacy he insisted on joining us for tea, though he knew he would have to go to some lengths to elude his juvenile admirers, who now burst into a melodious babble of protest, or, perhaps, explanation.

"Darling, let's stick to one language, shall we?" Nefret said. She was smiling, but I thought there was a certain edge to her voice. "They'll never learn to talk if you address them in ancient Egyptian and Anglo-Saxon."

"They know how to talk," Ramses said loudly, over the duet. "Recognizable human speech, however -- "

"Say Papa," Nefret coaxed. She leaned forward. "Say it for Mama."

"Bap," said the one whose eyes were the same shade of cornflower-blue.

"Perverse little beggars," said Ramses. The other child climbed onto his knee and buried her head against his chest. I suspected she was trying to get closer to the cat, but she made an engaging picture as she clung to her father. They were affectionate little creatures, much given to hugging and kissing, especially of each other.

"They're over two years old," Ramses went on, stroking the child's black curls. "I was speaking plainly long before that, wasn't I, Mother?"

"Dear me, yes," I said, with a somewhat sickly smile. To be honest -- which I always endeavor to be in the pages of my private journal -- I dreaded the moment when the twins began to articulate. Once Ramses learned to talk plainly, he never stopped talking except to eat or sleep, for over fifteen years, and the prolixity and pedantry of his speech patterns were extremely trying to my nerves. The idea of not one but two children following in the paternal footsteps chilled my blood.

Ever the optimist, I told myself there was no reason to anticipate such a disaster. The little dears might take after their mother, or me.

"Children learn at different rates," I explained to my son. "And twins, according to the best authorities, are sometimes slower to speak because they communicate readily with one another."

"And because they get everything they want without having to ask for it," Ramses muttered. The children obviously understood English, though they declined to speak it; his little daughter raised her head and fluttered her long lashes flirtatiously. He fluttered his lashes back at her. Charla giggled and gave him a hug.

The question of suitable names had occupied us for months. I say "us," because I saw no reason why I should not offer a suggestion or two. (There is nothing wrong with making suggestions so long as the persons to whom they are offered are not obliged to accept them.) Not until the end of her pregnancy did I begin to suspect Nefret was carrying twins, but since we had already settled on names for a male or a female child, it worked out quite nicely. There was no debate about David John; no one quarreled with Ramses's desire to name his son after his best friend and his cousin who had died in France in 1915.

A girl's name was not so easy to find. Emerson declared (quite without malice, I am sure) that between our niece and myself there were already enough Amelias in the family. It was with some hesitation that I mentioned that my mother's name had been Charlotte, and I was secretly pleased when Nefret approved.

"It is such a nice, ordinary name," she said.

"Unlike Nefret," said her husband.

"Or Ramses." She chuckled and patted his cheek. "Not that you could ever be anything else."

Charla, as we called her, had the same curly black hair and dark eyes as her father. Her brother Davy, now perched on his mother's knee, was fair, with Nefret's blue eyes and Ramses's prominent nose and chin. They did not resemble each other except in height, and in their linguistic eccentricity. Davy was more easygoing than his sister, but he had a well-nigh supernatural ability to disappear from one spot and materialize in another some distance away. The bars had been installed in all the rooms they were wont to inhabit, including the veranda, where we now sat waiting for Fatima to serve tea ...

Children of the Storm. Copyright © by Elizabeth Peters. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Elizabeth Peters earned her Ph.D. in Egyptology from the University of Chicago's famed Oriental Institute. She was named Grand Master at the inaugural Anthony Awards in 1986 and Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America in 1998. In 2003, she received the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Malice Domestic Convention. She lives in a historic farmhouse in western Maryland.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
A farm in rural Maryland
Date of Birth:
September 29, 1927
Place of Birth:
Canton, Illinois
Education:
M.A., Ph.D. in Egyptology, Oriental Institute of the University of Chicago, 1952
Website:
http://mpmbooks.com/

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Children of the Storm (Amelia Peabody Series) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 33 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I reread the entire series while eagerly awaiting 'Children of the Storm'. It was like visiting with dearly loved friends. 'Children' adds another generation to the wonderful Emerson-Peabody clan, and finally makes Sethos a real and important addition to the family. Ms. Peters' attention to historical detail is, as usual, magnificent. Her characters are wonderfully human, as well as being heroic, intelligent, eccentric... I can't recommend this series of books highly enough. When is the next one being published? Ms. Peters, your public (and of course, Amelia's) awaits.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At last! The next generation. As always a terrific mystery and hilarious happenings as can only occur to the Peabody - Emerson's!
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BGWW More than 1 year ago
The Amelia Peabody series is so entertaining I am able to re-read them, and enjoy doing so.
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If your like me and love to read the Amelia Peabody Series you can't leave this one out. This suspenseful book will have you reading all hours of the day. Absolutely wonderful as always.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
i am pleased as punch to relate that the latest installation in the amelia peabody series is a winner. In 'children of the Storm', the author manages to re-capture all of the enthusiasm for her subject she made a literary name for herself doing. the characters (family, friends, & villains) are exceptionally well drawn and the denouement is a truly pleasant surprise. Highly reccommended!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Elizabeth Peters can write no wrongs! Having stayed up till 3 in the morning to finish this book i must say that i still could not fall asleep. I lay awake and thought only of the next wonderful installment(and the headaches from David John!). Reading about the Emerson clan is like coming home to welcome arms.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Peters has done it again delighting her legion of fans with another exciting Peabody adventure. All our favorite characters are reunited for a rousing good time filled with intrigue, surprises and nasty villians. Don't miss this one!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was another wonderful book from the series and Ihave read them all. The twins are adorable but they will give the Emerson clan a handfull I cant wait to see what kind of trouble they will get into in the next book. It was nice to see the whole family together and Amelia being Amelia.